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Humiliation and grief should have suited the face of a prisoner better when his hands and feet were shackled, a green collar made of energy was tied around his neck, and he was kneeling without dignity at the feet of another. Yet the blue hedgehog still flashed a smug grin, his tail wagging merrily. He lifted his head and pressed his face against the king's blazing crotch, rubbing the darkened color of his fur gently in small increments, feeling the warm, soft humidity there.
Instead of rushing to find something, he buried his nose deep into the other man's thigh, sniffing hard and pushing upward against the direction of the fur's smoothness. His tongue lolled out, tracing the crimson pattern with precision, and as the tip of his tongue touched the skin, Sonic caught a slight twitch on the inside of the other's thigh that quickly disappeared.
The black hedgehog's body instinctively backed away, subconsciously trying to get away from the uncontrolled throbbing, but Sonic didn't want that, and straightened up, his head following forward, and as the king's back rested against the wall, he opened his mouth to take in a piece of skin at the base of his leg.
Shadow let out a dull, loud groan, and the claws clutching the energy cord tightened violently, bringing the blue hedgehog's head up and sucking on it with heavier force. Now Sonic didn't need to be distracted to notice the trembling at his opponent's thighs, even as his body pressed against the wall slid downward a bit.
The metal hand armor plunged into the blue hedgehog's plume of thorns and grabbed Sonic by the back of the neck and pulled him away so hard that his mouth, which was busy licking and sucking, was forced away from that fur with an obscene gurgle of liquid. Sonic met the king's eyes burning with rage and smiled innocently and playfully. The hand gripped him painfully, though he was thankful from the bottom of his heart that Shadow hadn't taken off the gauntlet, the way it covered the black hedgehog's wrists as if it were bone growing out of his body piercing through the fur, sharp, cold, and relentless with bloodshed and pain, but Sonic could taste the desperate thirst hidden underneath the oppressive sensation, tyrannical in its desire to create more damage and desperate for attention at the same time. The king craved intense stimulation, longed to be soothed, and his captor longed to please the tyrant.
“You are insufferable.” The tyrant snarled, flipping his wrist in the air and tightening the energy rope around the blue hedgehog's throat, “What the hell are you dawdling for? Don't tell me all you'll do is gnaw around like a dog.”
Daredevil breathed hard, fighting the tightening collar around his neck for oxygen, but by God, he didn't struggle against it. The pain was so fascinating, the king's commanding tone suffocated him more than it did, and he felt an intense need creep up his spine, his blue tail thumping heavily on the ground, “A good performer ...... knows how to put on the best foot forward.”
“I don't need your show,” Shadow said coldly, ”I need you to do something with that mouth.”
Sonic blinked slowly, “Then as you wish, Your Majesty.”
The force of the collar relaxed and Sonic was able to catch his breath, but the feeling of pressure that cut off his breath still lingered in his neck. He adjusted his balance so that he was kneeling again against the king's crotch, and feeling those crimson eyes staring back at him sent a satisfying heat rising to the back of his neck.
The energy cord tugged at him again, not too gently, reminding him not to get too caught up in the moment, that he had a master with little patience to please.
Sonic sighed, deliberately exhaled a hot breath to be exact, and sprayed it over the small of the black hedgehog's back, then watched with satisfaction as a small quiver was triggered up in the muscles of his loins. He could do this sort of thing all day long, but it was clear that the tyrant wasn't going to give him that chance, and he highly doubted that if he made any more teasing that deliberately aroused the other's ire, he'd be dead in the next second. So without further hesitation, he lifted his chin so that he was kneeling straighter and rubbed his face heavily against the other man's slightly erect lower abdomen. It would actually be more effective if he used his hands, but unfortunately his hands were still dangling from the ground in shackles.
The king's body in heat was easily aroused, and Sonic quickly found the twitching, about to stretch out, and heaved his nose against it. He heard the king take a steadying breath, and then a long-hardened cock with a wet tip slipped out of the black hedgehog's body sheath, heavy crimson in color, full, hard, and quivering slightly on contact with the air. The finger resting on the head of the blue hedgehog flexed for a moment, but in reality Sonic didn't need any implied signals; he opened his mouth and swallowed the king without hesitation.
In an instant, strong odors wrapped his senses, not unpleasant, with a hint of metal and charcoal and that faint, familiar lavender scent that he knew so well, there was something oddly strange about the mixture of these smells, but he wasn't complaining, in fact they were too good to drown him in.
Drowning in the pleasure of being wrapped in the Queen's Pheromones, Sonic still didn't miss the effect he was having on the tyrant, and with a quick glance at the King, the black hedgehog's back was pressed against the wall, his eyes squinting and his eyelids fluttering. If Sonic hadn't looked up, he feared he would have missed the scene forever: his king looked horny, enjoyable, and confused, his waist and thighs trembling, his body unable to tell if he was rubbing against it or rubbing against the wall for support.
As Sonic began to swallow up and down, the king's breathing intensified, and the hand pressed against the blue hedgehog's head became harder, but not in a crushing force, but to keep his balance. This blowjob was a bit rough; one of them hadn't been taught how to serve another person with his mouth, and the other hadn't been taught how they should keep their composure while their own cock was in someone else's mouth. But there was no doubt that they were both indulging in it.
The pleasure of sex was very foreign to Shadow, every time the alien gene in his body reminded him of the breeding cycle he saw it as a nuisance, a problem he couldn't solve, a pain that couldn't be fulfilled, his body burned from the inside out reminding the Queen of her responsibility for the reproduction and expansion of the race, and he had nowhere to give vent to it and didn't know how to give vent to this desire, so he usually covered it up by hurting himself with the pain to cover it up and pretend it didn't exist.
Yet today the sensations this extra-legal man had given him had overwhelmed him like a tidal wave, so strong and rich that it was enough to open him up to the pleasure that hit his nerves and rocked his body. The clumsy oral sex was better instead, as the blue hedgehog's bruising sucking was unorganized, making every stimulation unpredictable, and Shadow swallowed a scream into his throat as his legs spread in pleasure and began to jerk his hips in response to Sonic' movements. The pleasure coming from his lower body was too good to be true, the feeling of someone on their knees before him submitting and offering their services was so right, and the Hive Queen's desire to conquer radiated from every cell of his body, racing through his veins with pleasure. Shadow tilted his head back, his grip on the other plume's stinger growing harder as his breathing became more and more scattered.
The blue hedgehog seemed to sense that the king was about to reach the pinnacle of his senses, and he increased the force of his mouth's constriction, brushing the tips of his teeth over the erect veins above them, and pressed the root of his tongue hard against the horse's eye.
The king's loins bounced violently, a drawn-out, ragged moan escaping his mouth as his abdomen recovered, and Sonic immediately raised his body to catch up, the sex in his mouth twitching and distending as semen spurted out, gushing deep into the blue hedgehog's throat, a knot slowly forming at the root. The scent of metal and flame intensified, a rough taste spreading across his tongue as the King ejaculated so much, so thickly, that it was possible to imagine that the body had been in a permanent state of sexual repression. Sonic swallowed the liquid in his mouth with little psychological burden, it didn't taste much like semen, it was more of a statement and a marker than carrying a breeding gene, after all, hive creatures didn't need to breed in the same way mammals did, so it smelled strong, yet not bitter, instead it could be argued that it was even a little sweet? It stimulated the blue hedgehog's senses more purely than hormones, as if it were a stimulant stirring Sonic' nerves, making his brain dizzy and hypnotized as if he wanted to submit to his queen.
The whitish-covered penis slipped out of Sonic' mouth, his tongue inevitably brushing the surface of the organ in the process, and the king gasped heavily, his weak knees falling downward, the hand that had been pressed against the blue hedgehog's head slipping down to his shoulder, grasping it in a death grip to support his own sliding body, and Sonic pushed his chest forward in response to catch the other man.
He would have been the worst liar under the sun to say that he was indifferent at the sight of such a scene, in fact he received no less sensual stimulation than the King did, a throbbing deep within rooted itself deep in his spine, the heat spreading out to his limbs, a dominated, yet aggressive pleasure, was it the pheromones? A pride and excitement grew uncontrollably within him as he watched the king become entranced, enjoying and on fire at his own teasing, he was the reason the king was in such turmoil, the pleasure he brought could make the tyrant of Mobius dizzy. Somehow, deep down in his soul, he knew full well that this wasn't the effect of pheromones, this wasn't attraction on a physical level, this was his fascination with the tyrant himself.
His cock, too, had long been hard, sticking out of its body sheath, swollen and aching for attention. But he wasn't eager, he knew that the king had a need for him, even if that need might burn Sonic out, but still, the blue hedgehog was so infatuated with the tyrant, who combined danger and cruelty, that he was willing to be dominated by the king as he craved the black hedgehog in the same way.
Sonic sighed, enjoying the pressure of the king leaning against his body, the sweaty fur warm and sticky and intimate. With his erect sex pressed against the king's calf, it took all of his willpower to control it to hold back from grinding, and he hoped that the king would show him a bit of mercy and allow him to finish himself off with his hands before further service ensued.
But suddenly, as he shifted his gaze slightly, something caught his eyes and he couldn't keep his eyes from glued to them. No, not the King's still slightly throbbing erection, but somewhere deeper, warmer, wetter, and lesser known, just behind the King's sex, where the black fur was soaked with liquid and deepened in wetness, where the skin wriggled, a small, pale pink crack that opened and closed with the King's breaths trembling and vaguely revealing the soft redness of the interior. Sonic couldn't take his eyes off it-his king had a deliciously juicy pussy, and for a moment he even forgot that his lower body was still swollen and uncomfortable, the rosy slit almost tempting him to stick his tongue out and lick it up.
So he did so immediately, the thought of doing it actually being considered one of his strengths (and weaknesses). The king hadn't anticipated this move of his, still leaning against the blue hedgehog's body and panting, enjoying the intense pleasure that came from unleashing his sexuality for the first time. When the thick, flexible - just proven by a blowjob already - tongue pressed against the moist cleft, Shadow's abdomen contracted instinctively and his waist shook violently.
Sonic didn't hesitate at that, pushing the tip of his tongue through the muscles on either side of the cleft, advancing, squeezing, and there it was completely wet, and a faint, damp odor burrowed into his nose, a little metallic and fishy, but more sweet, making his brain swoon as he contemplated whether that was also a physiological trait of the Queen of the Hive's creatures.
Sonic plunged his nose into the soft fissure, and a sharp, almost imperceptible, sort of what could be called a lewd murmur came from above his head, and then the body stiffened for a moment, like even the king himself couldn't believe that the sound was coming from his mouth.
Immediately afterward, the collar tensed violently, this time more forcefully than any other, and just now Sonic was so caught up in the throbbing of this body and his own, so enjoying the effects of the lust he was giving the king, that he had forgotten that his breath and his life were still in the tyrant's hands. He whimpered and was forced to raise his head, wet liquid lingering around his mouth as his eyes locked with the king's.
“What do you think you're doing?” The king growled through gritted teeth.
Grit's face was stretched painfully, but his brain was damned aroused, hypnotized by that liquid, but mostly by himself, “Making sure you're taken care of, My Lord,” he was replying to the King's words, his eyes still fixated on that moist privy as if its presence was more important than his breathing.
Shadow was annoyed at his bold stare, but more than that it was the honest reaction of this body, between his legs getting even wetter under the other man's burning gaze, liquid gushing out of the opening and wetting more of the fur. He had always known that his body was constructed differently than the average Mobius, that he was the ultimate life form, the supreme, immortal form of life, that he was full and complete, possessing two different sets of reproduction modes for different genders, but not subject to the corresponding physiological cycles. However, after he received the dark origin power and evolved into the Queen of the entire Black Earl Legion, the breeding instinct in his body was completely stimulated, the Hive Queen had to shoulder the responsibility for the reproduction of the race, and this physiological desire seriously affected the response of the reproductive organs, he became particularly hungry, needing to take possession of, to mark, to reproduce and to gestate.
But that didn't mean he would let this physical urge take hold of him, he hated it more when it made his body react uncontrollably and make shameful, needy noises than when he vented in accordance with his nature, not to mention the fact that it made the blue hedgehog in front of him giddy.
“I'm fine.” The king said majestically. He wanted to say I don't need this, and the truth was he was enjoying the way Sonic was looking at him, maybe he was becoming thirsty under the influence of his rut, but this blue hedgehog was showing more urgency than he was, and Sonic himself may not have realized it, but a shiver ran down his spine and shoulders, his green eyes filled with ecstatic hunger, looking at the King as if he was the only one in his eyes.
“And why would you think I would allow you to continue your rampage?”
“Because,” he tilted his head back to look at the king, his gaze focused with an irritating smirk, ‘because I will fulfill your needs,’ each of his breaths coming with a moist heat, perhaps from his saliva, or possibly from the fluid Shadow produced, ”and I will serve you well. “I will serve you well, make you comfortable, bring you pleasure ......” with each word, his face rubbing forward a little so that the fur of his chest was pressed against the other man's moistened lower belly, his eyes blinking, ”I am the the best.”
The tyrant sneered, as if he could ignore the throbbing between his legs that Brave's words brought to him as long as he continued to remain angry, the blue hedgehog acting both respectful and aggressive, his submission filling the king's sense of self and the suggestion of violation in his words making his privates twitch in anticipation, “Still so cocky... .” the king cooed lowly, rubbing the blue hedgehog's ears with his armored hand, ‘In that case, prove it,’ his hand wound the energy cord two more times tighter, increasing the friction of fur between them. He lowered his voice and threatened in a voice no one would dare question, “If you are not skilled, I will cut out your tongue.”
“Yes, My Lord.”
Truth be told, Sonic hadn't practiced this, he hadn't even experienced a similar sexual act, and yet in the face of the King's brutal commands, he moved as smoothly as if he were untutored, as if he had been born knowing how to please his Queen .
He adjusted his position, his leg tripping over the shackle on his hand, his burning erection occasionally brushing against the metal chains and distracting him, so he raised his arm, displaying his heavy wrist, “I'll do a better job if you'll undo this, I promise.”
Without any hesitation, Shadow raised his hand and sent a Chaos Spear to shatter it. The force was precise, maneuvering the edge of the energy blade to graze the blue hedgehog's hide and chop through, dryly cutting through the metal without the brave being half hurt.
“Don't let me down.” The tyrant snarled, asserting his control and dominance in such a way that his threat would have been more convincing had he been able to ignore the trembling of the insides of his wrists.
His prisoner didn't mind, or rather he had no time to care, as the blue hedgehog couldn't wait to embed his mouth between the king's legs, his newly freed hands crawling along the other man's body, gripping the black hedgehog's firm yet slender waist. Shadow was a bit uncomfortable with so much friction and stimulation for a moment, but he stifled the whimper that escaped his mouth and bent his back backward against the wall for support.
Excellent, despite the delay in between, Sonic was glad that his tongue had a second chance to explore the hot, wet cavern, and it seemed even wetter than it had just been, the black fur around it having been completely dampened and sprawled out softly. He stuck out his tongue and tasted the dampened fur first, as full of sweet and fishy flavors as the liquid itself, exciting his brain. His king was wet, for his sake, and he had a feeling that if he could work a little harder to impress the king today, this sweet privy would become even easier to wet later. He had such confidence.
With that in mind, Sonic pushed his tongue into the soft cleft, and the soft labia welcomed him almost joyfully as the King's grip on his head tightened, gripping his prick tightly. Sonic took this as a sign of encouragement and promise given to him, and his tongue probed deeper, the untouched pussy full and bouncy and moist, obviously never used but responding to the intrusion quite naturally secreting fluids for lubrication, allowing the blue hedgehog to lick deeper.
Black thighs began to thrum, fine sweat oozing from beneath the fur, the king's waist was bending down, a rumbling rumble in his chest, paradoxically somewhere between warning and enjoyment, his eyelids fluttering, not coping very well with the pleasures. His body had craved it for far too long, his pussy ready for breeding time and time again, waiting for countless times of emptiness, his cavity trembling along with it as he waited for the first real ripening in years.
There were so many sweet juices that Sonic had to gulp them in before he could continue to lick them, they made his mind spin, but the good kind, the kind that would get him hooked, was better, sweeter, and more addictive than alcohol. Licking his tongue along the shape of the cavity, the juices stained his mouth, the Queen Hive's pheromones stuffed his sensory organs, he could feel a tremor under the King's loin muscles, and Shadow was hard again, but this time it was different, this time that firm organ didn't get the attention, this time Sonic was focusing on the other one - the tip of his tongue After soothing the soft mucous membranes many times, he deftly peeled back the labia and found the exact clitoris hidden within, and didn't hesitate to take it on.
A second orgasm cleaved like lightning into the black hedgehog's marrow, and Shadow's loins thrust forward, grasping the blue hedgehog's head and pressing it hard against his lower body, and Brave's mouth and nose were caught unawares by the moist pussy burying itself in his face, the pussy constricting in bursts as a great deal of fluid gushed from it, and before suffocation was felt was the trembling of this body, and his ears caught a soft whimper as the king's spine shivered so much that he could barely support his body against the wall, but luckily Sonic' hands and feet were free, and his hands wrapped around the other man's weak waist, holding up the black ass cheeks, taking the opportunity to hold that tail in his hands in the process.
The muscles around his pussy were still twitching, Sonic should have waited for the aftermath of the pleasure to fade before continuing to stimulate the other man, but the pheromones were blurring his mind, as well as his own cock being hard to the point of exploding, or maybe they were all excuses, the truth was that he wanted to go ahead and do it, he wanted to explore this powerful, cold, hard body even deeper, he wanted to see the tyrant despair and crumble, he wanted to see that sexy, furious face because he was became helpless and disoriented. So without waiting for the other man to recover from his orgasm, Sonic' tongue crushed up roughly again, the swollen clit throbbing to take it all in, the Hive Queen's body and the blue hedgehog rejoicing at the contact, the only one who had a problem with it was Shadow's conscious mind, and before the previous wave of pleasure had even faded, the next wave of intense and immediate stimulation slapped him back like a rising sea wave, and an intolerable cry escaped his throat, shuddering scream he wished he'd never uttered before, and Shadow immediately closed his mouth and clamped his teeth over his lip, but it was too late; his body had already betrayed him, succumbing completely to the pleasure of the breeding cycle.
And to make matters worse, Sonic didn't stop . His tongue licked faster, and Shadow's loins instinctively chased the thrill. The hand armor clawed hard into the blue hedgehog's fur, cutting wounds into the cobalt blue pelt.
“Stop, stop...down ......!” The king tried to command under his breath.
The blue hedgehog turned a deaf ear, and in addition to poking the prick with his tongue, he would occasionally purse his lips and take the full nub in his mouth, closing his teeth and rubbing it gently, realizing that doing so would cause the tyrant's tail to flap haphazardly in his hand.
“Um......,” Shadow tilted his head back, trying to breathe in the searing air, only to once again suffocate in raging lust, entirely a side effect of the countless times he'd ignored the rutting period, the consequence of which was that he had no control over his body becoming incredibly ravenous and horny.
The blue hedgehog thrust upward with force, burying his muzzle even deeper, and with one hand firmly securing the king's hips, he kneaded the black root of his tail with his fingers, his strength so surprisingly strong that the king was unable to break free for a moment, but instead became even more impotent under his strokes.
“...... I said stop!” The tyrant's voice had changed, the majestic voice had become hoarse, shrill even a little helpless.
Sonic had licked his way into the king's cunt, one hand gripping his tail while the other hung down quietly. The blue hedgehog's cock had been hard for a long time, so long that he was beginning to pity himself, and with this body in front of him so sweet and sexy that it rewrote all his sexual fantasies since birth, the only thing that would come to his mind from now on, whenever he had an erection, would be the only thing that would come to his mind, the black hedgehog.
However, just as Sonic' fingers came into contact with his own swollen bottom, the King's eyes suddenly opened menacingly, hot lava shooting out of his scarlet eyes, and a very destructive pressure bursting out of him like night swallowing up the light in an instant, as he kicked Sonic in the waist, sending the blue hedgehog to the ground with a heavy thump.
A heavy growl rumbled in Brave's throat as he quickly rolled over and climbed to his feet, he moved so fast that the king didn't even see the stump appear, just a blink of an eye, and the hedgehog was on his feet, his head raised, the look of fascination and submission on his face vanishing into thin air, replaced by a grim, viciously menacing color, his eyes emerald green glowing with an ethereal glow, his spines and pelt standing up in full aggression, with a staring at the king with a deadly glare.
Since the first moment the king saw this blue hedgehog, that carefree expression had never disappeared from that face, a smile that loomed large, indulgent and unrestrained, as if his entire being was born to be happy. And that blow, even though it hadn't hurt him much, and probably hadn't even hurt him very much, had taken away his right to taste the Queen's pussy, had taken away his chance to serve the Queen, had taken away what was rightfully his, and so the mask of good behavior was instantly torn away, and something much deeper and more dangerous and powerful was unleashed, and that creepy gaze made the King remember why he'd been interested in him in the first place - because he'd been interested in him, because he'd been interested in him. The reason for his interest - because he could threaten his empire.
It was as if the beast had been playing along with him before, and now finally angered by Shadow's violence, a corner of uncontrollable wildness s
“I have not given you permission to touch yourself.” He spoke icily, holding onto the wall to support his aching legs, the feathers and plume spikes on his back were in disarray, yet his movements were still so gracefully restrained, “ You think you're in control of this? “His voice was cold and unfeeling, full of oppression and conquest, as he took one step towards the blue hedgehog, with a slow, breathtaking speed that took the breath away from the brave man, “ You may move when I allow you to move, and shoot when I allow you to shoot, ”This is not a warning, this is a statement, undeniable, and any resistance will incur an undeniable punishment, and the blue hedgehog is not allowed to shoot. Any resistance will result in irreparable pain, “ You are mine. I own you. You belong to me. ”
This aura of pure danger captivated the blue hedgehog, making his stomach heat up, and Sonic blinked, the ferocity fading from his body as he licked his lips, realizing who was the dominant one among them.
“Yes, My Liege, I'm yours.” He said eagerly, his voice sounding like he was out of breath, his eyes looking straight at Shadow as he moved closer to him, his plume spines stretching excitedly, “Claim me as yours (Please have me).”
“Lie down.” The King ordered.
Sonic obeyed swiftly, unable to resist his urge to grip his ankle as Shadow lifted his foot on his chest, but was kicked away by the other man, and before disappointment could well up, the King crossed over, and Sonic felt as if he was about to stop breathing.
Above him, the black hedgehog, his fur disheveled and his body glowing, heat and need radiating from his body in a steady stream, the slit between his legs had been thoroughly licked open, revealing more of its luscious red contents, and his sweet pussy bulged to contain a pool of liquid that mesmerized the blue hedgehog, so much, so wet that it was dripping, sliding down his black thighs. The King's breathing was strained, his voice low, hiding an imperceptible shudder, bruises left on his hips where Sonic had once grabbed them, his legs melting in orgasm as he could only barely hold his body together, the King declaring that Sonic belonged to him, yet showing his own intense thirst with every movement.
The scene set a fire burning in Sonic' chest.
Then the king descended upon him.
Whether he was allowed to or not, the blue hedgehog subconsciously arched his back, his brain buzzing as pleasure shattered his consciousness like a meteorite, the thrill of having his long-cold erection suddenly buried in a fiery, tight cavern was enough to make him cum in an instant, but he desperately tried to hold it back, having no doubt that the tyrant would have killed him without a second thought if he had done so. The soft inner walls contracted internally while stretching outwards, the tongue had done so little work before, it hadn't reached the point where it could hold all of the blue hedgehog, but the fluids helped a great deal, they made the Queen's body naturally suited to acceptance, suited to reproduction.
“Ahh......!” Shadow was no more subdued than he was, pussy that had never held anything before being chiseled open by the thick sex in one fell swoop, a broken gasp escaping from his mouth, his temples throbbing wildly as his claws gripped the blue hedgehog's shoulders, knuckles tensing, fine sweat immerging from his chest and belly, the muscles in his back and loins tensing and relaxing repeatedly, shaking minutely unnoticeably, as more fluids gushed out of the mouth of the pussy, dampening the fur at the point where their bodies joined.
The moment the moist pussy fully swallowed the giant thing, a long, whispered moan squeezed out between the king's teeth and the sex pressed against the small of his back ejaculated once more; after all, the blue hedgehog had licked him to the brink of orgasm before that. After the first two, the third orgasm brought a wider pleasure that combed every inch of his limbs, the black ears that stood tall collapsed, the inside of his thighs spasmed, enticing Brave to touch them, eliciting more hard gasps, the energy cord dissipated without him realizing it, the stimulation of his body didn't have enough energy to sustain him to keep control of his energy, and with the collar that had been placed around the Blue Hedgehog's neck gone, his prisoner's restraints were completely gone.
The slippery cavity contracted and tensed violently in orgasm, pinching the blue hedgehog's scalp, feathers and spines all but exploding as animalistic instincts seized his brain - or maybe it was the effects of the Queen's pheromones, didn't the tyrant just say that? Almost everyone would turn into drooling, obedient animals under that sweet, intoxicating mass of pheromones. Sonic had held out long enough.
All along he had performed well enough to stand out. He'd ministered to the king, made his queen break in waves of pleasure. He had done well and deserved to be rewarded. The hedgehog's brain was no longer capable of linear thought, accepting only instinctual dispensing, pheromones that told him his queen needed him, animal genes that told him he needed to sow and reproduce.
A low, suppressed growl echoed through Brave's chest, green eyes darkening as he reached out and shamelessly grabbed the King's waist, fur hot and wet and soft, the muscles of his loins twitching one at a time, pressing his palms against them felt fantastic, he could even feel what he was burying deep inside through the small of his back. The king's eyes were half narrowed, half open, his body submerged in the aftermath of his desire, not noticing the blue hedgehog's eyes becoming more and more fervent.
So when Sonic made his next move, the king was completely too late to stop it, and the hedgehog who was overwhelmed by lust gripped the black hedgehog's waist tightly with both hands and lifted his body slightly upwards before pulling it violently towards himself, pressing the king hard directly onto his own cock, and the flesh and skin of his private parts collided, slapping out the sound of splashing juices.
“Um--!” The intense pounding and riding motion poked Sonic right into the deepest part, and the King's mouth dropped open with a whimpering scream. The hand holding onto the blue hedgehog's shoulder slipped off in the struggle, scratching twice in the air in bewilderment, unable to find a pivot point for support, and the weight of his body pressed him completely against Sonic' crotch. And the latter didn't give him time to get used to the stimulation, as he immediately began to move, gripping the tyrant's waist and lifting him up, matching his own upward thrusts with his own, his sex pumping out and in whole, fluid and prostate fluid being brought out of his hole by the thrusts and the room was filled with gurgling, obscene noises.
It was too much, too fast, too intense. Shadow's body was still in the undue phase of his third orgasm, every inch of his tender cavity was incredibly sensitive, yet he was brutally and completely mashed open, and for a moment the ferocity of the stimulation prevented him from making a sound, the rage of the sudden violation transforming into an irresistible physical sinking. Great, so good, his physical needs were finally being met, the pleasure of having his privates filled gnawing at his body, his scarlet eyes twitching upwards, even as his mind tried to reject the rough onslaught of desire, his cavernous flesh desperately wrapped around and sucked on the fiery sex.
“Ahh...Huh......” the King's moan sounded like a growl, which was one of his charming traits. Of course, the more so the more passionate he is when he breaks down.
After hearing these sensual moans, the blue hedgehog was no longer content to savor the king's quivering loins, he sat up from the floor and toppled the king upwards, his hands began to explore more of the black fur, first rubbing along the side of his loins, then his fingers slid downwards and landed at the root of the king's tail where he gently drew circles. The black tail sagged feebly, twitching in response to his strokes, and the body just gradually went limp under Sonic' touch.
The pounding never slowed, but instead grew faster, and Sonic had held back for too long, unable to control himself from ramming into this sweet, wet pussy. The King's hand pressed against his chest curled up and his moans became louder, his thighs clenching in convulsions but only anchoring the two hedgehogs more firmly. As the climax came, Sonic clenched his eyes tightly shut in immersion, the arms around the black hedgehog's waist tightened suddenly, and warm semen shot into the interior of the cavity.
The King's eyes snapped open, lust reddening the corners of his eyes and making even his annoyed expression show a wink of food for thought. The inside of his pussy contracted hard, swollen and itchy from the fucking, happily accepting the seeding and greedily devouring wave after wave of cum that shot into it. Just because his body was contented didn't mean his sanity would be overpowered by his animalistic instincts, and he gritted his teeth, furious at Sonic for taking the liberty of shooting inside.
Sonic opened his eyes as well, the animalistic nature that had inspired him had faded a lot after his orgasm, his green irises returning to their warm, bright color, the grunts of pleasure muffled in his chest with tiny squeaks, still following his instincts with small jerks of his hips, sending more cum into the middle of that hot, wet hole, and even though he'd already experienced a wave of ejaculation his cock didn't go limp on that, it was still again and again swollen and hard, stretching out the tight ring of muscle there. Sonic' ears twitched and he tilted his head back in a daze toward the king's lips.
A green collar appeared out of nowhere around his neck, and the energy cord tensed, yanking the blue head back.
“Ow!” The blue hedgehog shrieked.
King sneered, “Don't get too far ahead of yourself.” Sitting on top of Brave, he deliberately constricted his vagina.
The hedgehog immediately squealed, wriggling his crotch with difficulty.
“Enough!” The king growled, his legs clenching to immobilize the unfaithful animal beneath him, his hand armor pressed hard against the other man's chest, warning him to stop moving with the sharp metal edges.
Sonic sniffled and swallowed a large gulp of pheromones, he seemed to be immune to the scent a little bit, wondering if it was because he'd already ejaculated inside the Queen, so on some level he'd already completed the breeding process with her, and so the pheromones didn't affect him as strongly as they had in the beginning. But he still didn't get that kiss, and his ears wiggled a bit in aggravation, “You're mean, Your Majesty.”
The king gave him a hard stare, “You're pathetic.”
Grinning, Sonic rubbed himself toward Shadow, straightening up and pressing his face into the black hedgehog's chest, the motion driving the cock that was lodged inside the king inward, and the king narrowed his eyes and gave a low moan, his hips quivering, his lower body sticky and wet, his otherwise pink labia bumped to a brilliant red. Three consecutive orgasms and a violent napping had left his arms and legs heavy and his back aching, so he acquiesced to the other's proximity with only a few token pushes, his fur feeling wet and hot against his skin, but comfortable.
The blue hedgehog took the opportunity to bury his nose into the soft white fur of the king's chest, arching around and sniffing like a dog, only after he had familiarized himself with the queen's pheromones did he discern that Shadow's pheromones were not lavender scent, which was Shadow's own scent, the pheromones were simply an ever-expanding version of the scent belonging to the king to form a stronger, more substantial substance.
A cruel and heartless tyrant, yet it smelled like a plant with calming properties. Sonic couldn't help but stick out his tongue, wanting to taste the tyrant's fur. But as soon as the wet tip of his tongue touched the fluff, he was immediately pulled away by a tug on his head.
“Keep your mouth shut,” Shadow chided coldly, with the kind of authority that felt as if his pussy wasn't sucking tightly on Sonic' cock, ”or I'll pull out your tongue.”
“You won't,” the blue hedgehog said brazenly, the second time the king had made such a threat, ”You'll still need it.”
This sexually suggestive flirtation was met only with a grunt.
howled, reminding the tyrant that he was not a caged prey, but a fierce hunter.
Yet this was exactly what the king wanted, the nature of confrontation and conquest raced manically within the veins of the inquisitive life form, this was the creature he wanted to tame.
“I suppose,” Shadow said provocatively, ”It's passable (kinda barely passable).”
The blue hedgehog's tail wagged, “So,” he inched closer, his hand once more boldly wrapping around the king's waist, “are you going to give your pet a little reward?”
“My pet.” The king glanced at him and repeated without emotion.
“Yes, your pet (Yes, your pet),” Sonic winked, ”If you remember, I once asked you for a chance to be by your side and bring you joy.”
Shadow remembered, Sonic had used an extremely poor job application, though he still thought he was an assassin sent by the rebels, and right now they were rolling together, the blue hedgehog's thick cock deep in the king's pussy, stuffed with freshly ejaculated semen. But ...... “his pet”, Shadow as the “queen” side of the face is very satisfied with this belonging to the word, his pussy followed the twitching, the tender inner wall His pussy twitched, the soft inner walls of his pussy wrapping around Sonic, warming him up and taking in the warmth at the same time.
Sonic was looking at him expectantly, carefully kneading the king's loins, causing the black hedgehog to stifle a sort of pleasured grunt. It was truly astonishing how swimmingly and impatiently could appear in the same fellow at the same time. What this blue hedgehog displayed was something completely natural and wild, something that had never been bound by rules. He had never been conquered, never been tamed, and any coercive commands only slipped through his glossy, dazzling blue fur.
The blue hedgehog had never been owned by anyone.
For some reason, that both excited and angered Shadow. So a controlling smile surfaced on the tyrant's face, “Want a reward?”
Sonic immediately nodded, “Yes!”
The king let out a low laugh of satisfaction, “Then be an obedient good boy.”
Before the blue hedgehog could open his mouth to ask for more, his words were swallowed back into his throat as the King began to move .
Shadow's legs clamped around Sonic's waist, his abdomen tensing, one hand gripping his shoulder, the other against his chest, unable to tell if he was holding him down or pushing him away. He didn't shake off the hand on his waist, bracing his body with his knees and arms as he began to slowly slide up and down the blue hedgehog's body. The movements were by no means gentle, the tightness causing the hedgehog beneath him to let out a limp whimper, his fingers curling around the king's waist.
He couldn't close his eyes, no, he wouldn't miss a moment of it, and despite the pinching pain, he wanted more. The king's every movement carried an authoritative conquest, stretching his sexy body with abandon, the full, powerful muscles of the side of his waist floating under the brave man's hand. The blue hedgehog couldn't help but straighten his spine in pursuit, allowing his fur to fit more snugly around the King's waist, his blue ears twitching in excitement, his tail wagging and slapping against the ground one at a time.
The king's hips moved slowly and cruelly, and Sonic didn't miss the quivering of his thigh muscles, but he couldn't muster any more flirtatious laughter, instead he gazed intently, mesmerized, at the ruler pressed against him, his blue plume spines covered in sweat, his pupils dilated, his wrists stinging, his shoulders leaving bruises, and yet the pain he was gifted with was so exhilarating that his soul washed over him, his body shivered and bowed willingly to his King.
“Hmm......” the king let out a deep grunt, each syllable signaling his desire to control, and the blue hedgehog felt himself shaking with excitement, ”Now you look much better behaved. ”
“Yes, yes!” prayed Sonic desperately, a ragged gasp coming from his throat. His thirst was too strong to be called begging, and he looked as if for the first time he deeply understood the meaning and weight of the word “king.” His ears had never been so close together, his tail had never wagged so excitedly, and he pushed himself upward, rubbing against the king's black fur as if it were the pivot point of his center of gravity.
Gone was the complacent fellow, and in his place was an eager pet who had made it his life's work to please his sovereign. His breath was an irregular cloud of hot air, his brain a blurred chaos, a heavy, ragged gasp squeezed from between his teeth, and a stony expression as he tilted his head to sniff at every trace of Shadow as if he needed to do so for a living.
His throat was dry, but his tongue was moist, secreting more and more of the craved liquid, so sure that if he couldn't press his tongue against those red streaks right away, then he would just die.
The tyrant's pheromones spread through the air, and Sonic eagerly swallowed every bite.
But the king knew that the blue hedgehog wasn't tamed, just mesmerized.
“Name.” The king commanded, while speeding up his ride.
“...... Hmm...hmm?” Sonic could barely find his tongue.
“Say your name!”
“Sonic!!!” He screamed.
“ Sonic .”
Oh ...... The voice was low, thick, ancient, with an oppressive quality that could crush a man's spine, but so sweet and sexy to the blue hedgehog's ears that for a moment, his ears buzzed, and all the murmurings were all infinitely far away, as if he were fearing some being, or submitting to some being. Brave's mind was so confused that he only felt like he was losing his hearing in the midst of intense pleasure.
Then the voice.
“ Good boy (好孩子),” said the king, ” Now cum for me (现在射出为我).”
As if his soul had been marked, his body had responded instinctively, and Sonic moaned and tightened his grip on the King's waist.
The King pressed deep into Sonic with an incredible intensity, his cock throbbing inside him, quivering along with the hot, wet cavity, and Shadow felt some kind of opening slowly opening up inside him, accepting Sonic's rounded glans. He was about to cum, and Shadow should have stomped him off immediately, yet the roots of his legs spasmed and his waist and belly weakened, gravity helping all the more by pinning him firmly to Sonic's cock, and Brave's grip on his waist locking up tightly, with enough force to leave a purplish bruise.
It was already too late, and a massive spurt of semen, even more intense than his last ejaculation, sent Shadow sitting on top of Sonic, reaching his fourth orgasm of the night. The long, thick sex slammed through the opening of his womb, the cum washing over the tender inner walls as if it would never stop, the sticky liquid filling his body and making the King's belly bulge as the knot swelled inside him, locking tightly around his pussy so that he couldn't move.
The King squeezed his eyes shut and finally couldn't hold his body together as he collapsed, panting on Sonic's shoulder as the ejaculation didn't stop at the end of his orgasm, continuing to stimulate and torment the sensitive pussy, and in order to keep from letting out a despairing cry, Chatty clenched her lower lip.
Sonic lifted his head to look up at him, a lazy softness in his green eyes as he softly inquired, “Well, Your Majesty? Am I good enough to please you now?” He moved his hips carefully.
“Hold still.” The King said, his voice sounding hoarse and broken, almost like a prayer. The cock was still deep inside him throbbing, the heat between the two hedgehogs' furs high, the fullness engulfing him, all his senses coalescing in his sensitive lower body, his abdomen convulsing, every little friction triggering a constant orgasm that broke him down completely, so much sticky semen that it dribbled down his thighs. Sonic behaved himself and stayed still, waiting for the king to return from his excessive pleasure, the only sound in the room being that of the blue hedgehog's tail slapping against the floor.
It took a while for Shadow to snap out of his excitement, sighing and slowly straightening his body, the knot still stuck tightly inside him, not fading for a moment.
Sonic watched him intently, not saying a word, just wagging his tail. The intense sex had eased the king's rut considerably, the pheromones weren't as strong, and amidst the scents of lust and sex, Shadow could catch a hint of grass and breeze that belonged to Brave.
“My Lord?” called out Sonic, cocking his head.
Instead of responding to him, the King reached out and grabbed the blue hedgehog's chin to scrutinize it.
Sonic let him do so.
This hedgehog's spine never curved, his attitude was never respectful, and his eyes were never submissive. He provoked authority, disregarded Shadow's tyranny, even disdained it, as if the world was just a game he could pull away from at any time, and his obedience was just a sweet and cuddly show.
Yet he is so obsessed, mesmerized, and hungry for Shadow itself, willing to give everything, with the reckless instincts of an animal, and yet every thought is well thought out, precise and extremely fast.
He was true chaos.
The tyrant wondered which of them would eventually conquer whom.
But for now, he wouldn't mind having such an interesting toy in his palace collection.
-End?