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Hands covered in gold armor pushed open the door to the dungeon, scarlet cloaks sliding down the steps. The soldiers standing on either side of them dropped to one knee, the backs of their necks and shoulders tightening as they stared down at the cracks in the floor, each of them silent, wishing they'd never learned how to breathe in order not to even make a sound.

Boot roots hit the floor with a crisp reverberation, and the long corridor was dark and damp, spreading a festering, putrid odor. The siding was rotten and cracked, lime rustled in the corners and accumulated mold, and the walls slanted inward due to their special construction, as if deliberately squeezing the few spaces available to create a suffocating and depressing atmosphere. All the prisoners escorted in would walk in feeling like they were being devoured by a giant snake, pushed all the way into its belly.

The presence of the king made the air even heavier, and from time to time weak wails emanated from the cells on either side, as they begged and prayed without dignity, their vision degraded in the endless darkness, and recited the magical oath “For Maria” in order to be showered with mercy, only to ask that the king would turn his head to look at them. Yet all those voices were Shattered by the coldness that shot from his gaze before they even reached the ears of the black hedgehog.

A withered, shriveled hand reached out from the bars and wriggled on the ground, desperately clawing vainly at the air, before touching the corner of that cloak, the heavy rocket boots stepping on it mercilessly, the crisp sound of bone cracking clear along with a feeble scream as Shadow walked past with a blank face as if he hadn't heard it. There were countless prisoners left here by his rule, and they had no choice but to rot here until they died.

It had been almost half a century since anyone had dared to challenge his authority, and in the intervening fifty years the world had been well organized and breathed under absolute rules, one after the other. Violence, threats and conflict were strictly forbidden in his empire. Freedom was wonderful, but it was unceremoniously discarded in favor of “security and order”. Here, everything in life was strictly regulated, and thinking was unnecessary, for thinking created chaos, and chaos invited misfortune. The king makes sure that everything is where it should be, without bloodshed, without harm, without loss, a kind of blissful ignorance that surrenders the sense of autonomy.

Of course Shadow knew that such a state of affairs was not the same as the future Maria had envisioned, but it was the greatest concession he could make after witnessing that tragedy at the Ark; he had followed Maria's wishes and suppressed his vengeful rage, but he would not accept the same kind of chaos happening again, at least not under his supervision. Humanity once had the right to choose their own future, they just didn't appreciate it, they screwed up and caused Shadow to lose everything, they've proved themselves to be unqualified to build a better future, Shadow won't give humanity a second chance, and from now on he'll take over the whole world.

The rise of Shadow's regime was undoubtedly accompanied by cruelty and violent repression, what some would call a brutalized tyranny, Shadow viewed it as a necessary means to an end, a negligible collateral damage, if one wanted to achieve grand and noble ideals, one had to pay the price accordingly. Not abusing the death penalty has been Shadow's bottom line, executing as few people as possible to keep the ends under control in eliminating potential threats and preserving the inherent order, and when the Black Doom invasion occurred, he hardly executed anyone else.

The large-scale insurgency continued for more than two decades, ending with the 1973 invasion of the Black Doom (Blark Arms). Although the rebels never stopped fighting against the tyrant's regime, Shadow still held most of the power and resources on the world. So when those alien species invaded, they were not confronted with a loosely compartmentalized Earth regime, but a unified, centralized whole. More than two decades of rule and established order were enough for the King to command his armies to inflict precision strikes on the invaders, and the Monarch himself, who had never been negligent in battle, used his Chaos energies skillfully to such an extent that he ended up defeating the Black Eldar with almost no losses. With the assistance of Dr. Gerard, he managed to devour the Black Doom essence and became the main consciousness of the hive minded creatures, and from that point on, he no longer carried out executions on his captured rebels, but instead directly parasitized their minds, suppressing their self-awareness and part of his hive clusters.

In 1980, Gerard died, and Shadow lost the last paraphernalia that could connect him to a moral code. He built a statue of Maria in the center of the Imperial City, proclaiming her story as an ideological belief, representing a vision and hope for a better life in the future. But this faith always paled in the face of his ruthless rule.

Since he had mastered the ability to extinguish the flames of other people's thoughts, most of the rebels finally despaired, and they finally accepted their fate, giving up their resistance and choosing to live in the midst of this silent and ice-cold order empire so that they could at least retain the right to talk to themselves in their minds. And there was a small portion of the rebels who didn't let that sink in, they went underground, avoiding the surveillance of the hive parasites and cameras, no longer engaging in loud resistance activities, but lurking, secretly passing on information and intelligence, pooling their strength, longing for the day when a miracle would appear and overthrow the tyrant's regime.

Shadow did not take them to heart, after years of rule, his position of power had become extremely solid, not only did he have a large number of loyal followers, he had also collected all the Chaos Emeralds, he utilized the power of the Master Emerald to control the seven Emeralds to no longer disperse to the rest of the world, but rather was blocked off in his palace as a symbol of power. With the power of the Chaos Emeralds, his energy perception expanded to hundreds of kilometers, clearly capturing every ounce of energy fluctuation within this realm and precisely monitoring the entire city. Eventually the Earth was made into a fine hamster's cage for him to feed the ignorant and orderly survival of humans and Mobius animals.

While Shadow is immortal, the Rebellion grows old with time. Though there are some new generations of young men who join, their numbers dwindle and despair grows after roundup after roundup by the tyrants, and some are captured by the Imperial Protectorate without a chance to develop an heir, and are either thrown into a prison cell for eternity or have their consciousness wiped out and merged into the Hive Cluster. Those with heirs were faced with the choice of either quitting the rebel army to seriously raise their offspring, or becoming a drag on the rebel army. With the passage of time, some of those who experienced the old era have died, some have long accepted the status quo, and the children of the new era have never seen the original world, and the unification education they grew up with has taken root in their minds, and since then they no longer have any sense of rebellion.

The rebel forces around the world have basically disintegrated, and the only rebel force that Shadow knows of that has shown any obvious signs of activity - they call themselves the “Green Hill Organization”, and while the other rebel forces can only survive in the corners of his empire, this organization is still in the midst of the war. While the other rebels are languishing in their corners of the empire, this group is still launching attacks on their own initiative, moving in an orderly and targeted manner, even cracking the surveillance systems of the empire's technology, and never engaging in combat, only targeting and destroying at a time to get rid of them quickly. Their attacks never affected the normal life of the civilians, and only struck at the Empire's defense properties or regulatory facilities, and sometimes hijacked prisons to save their fellow soldiers, each step carefully calculated.

The leader of the Green Hill Organization was a young red echidna, and the king was particularly impressed with him because he was the only rebel to ever escape from him, but even then he seriously wounded his opponent. Without specialized medical attention, the echidna wouldn't have lasted the night. Shadow hadn't heard from the group since that battle, and he hoped that the echidna was dead and that the group would disintegrate.

But his instincts told him it would never be that simple.

Three weeks later, the blue flash appeared.

From the monitors, it appeared to be a ball of blue light composed of pure, extremely fast energy, strutting through the Empire's surveillance system, not covering its tracks at all, but rather, showing off its presence. Because it was so fast, the Empire's most technologically efficient cameras were unable to detect its complete figure.

Almost as fast as the King.

Shadow stared intently at the surveillance video sent to him by his subordinates; perhaps others couldn't tell the difference with the naked eye, but the eyes of an inquisitive life form could easily discern the truth; the cocky blue flash was a Mobius animal with a highly saturated cobalt-blue pelt and roughly medium-sized body. He moved without any boosting equipment or external energy, he simply ran on his own legs, pure energy erupting from the inside out, causing sparks of electricity to crackle through the air.

His behavior was elusive, but there was no doubt that he had no regard for the laws of the Empire, breaking dozens of bans on his first day of existence. Shadow was on the other side of the planet taking care of personal business when the blue figure appeared out of nowhere in the center of the city, like a little test run in the absence of the owner of the house, except there was nothing “little” about what he did.

The first time he appeared he broke into several military bases, each time leaving before the alarms went off, and judging from his route it seemed that he ran underneath the surveillance cameras after casually circling around, alerting them to the intruder, and then immediately took off. The Imperial Science and Technology Research Institute was his subsequent target, and although the defense system was not high, the surveillance images were much clearer, and the intruder strolled through every floor there as if on a tour, not touching anything and seemingly just coming for a walk. His final destination was the king's palace, still as effortless as ever, the security here was a little worse than anywhere else, as the tyrant didn't think he needed protection. The palace only had cameras at the entrance, so no one knew what he did inside, and he was in there for fifteen minutes, which, considering his speed, meant that he didn't leave any corner untouched.

Compared to the other rebels, the blue speedster looked as if he was completely harmless; he didn't do any damage, he didn't take anything, he was uninterested in probing for classified information, and it seemed as if he was just looking for a place to vent his energy. To be precise, he wasn't running, he was just idly strolling along at a speed that no one could match. Provocatively, or perhaps jokingly, he made small scratches on the tyrant's turf, except that each time his claws happened to be on Shadow's chest.

It was certainly a mockery of the king's regime.

None of the soldiers Shadow sent out could keep up with the blue animal, and no one could even last more than forty seconds in front of him. His fighting skills were as skillful as his speed, as if he had been specially trained, his movements were natural and fluid, and each blow was precise enough to incapacitate rather than kill his attacker.

The Imperial Guard called him “The blue phantom”.

The king could tell that the blue phantom wasn't using his full strength, he was just playing jump rope at the edge of his range, casually teasing the woeful Imperial Guard, with no purpose, no nothing, and Shadow had the illusion that he was waiting for him to come back, and that these intentional incursions were just a game to kill his boredom.

Within a week, the Blue Velociraptor had the Guardsmen at his mercy four times, until Shadow returned from the other side of the world and ended the soldiers' torment.

When the Blue Phantom reappeared on the monitor, Shadow was sitting behind the screen, and he wasted no time in getting up and maneuvering his rocket boots towards where the extraterrestrial was hanging out.

The blue creature didn't flee, he was running when Shadow caught up with him, at a pace that waited for the King to catch up, like a tease, a lure, something about to slip out of control, as if something deadly was being born quietly and imperceptibly, powerful enough to threaten Shadow's empire, something that had never appeared, had never been warned, had never come to his attention, and then erupted in a violent explosion right then and there.

Rocket boots erupted with raging chaotic energy, years ago Shadow had maxed out his speed, to rule a planet on his own, the ability to be able to appear anywhere in the world at any time was what was needed most of all, the assailants had no chance of doing him any harm, and the rebels had no way of keeping track of his whereabouts.

Yet when Xat swung his sharp claws at him, the Extreme Speedster dodged to the side, dodging the attack lightly and suddenly picking up speed as if he could have done it faster in the first place. No one had ever done this before, not even the echidna that had once escaped from under him, and the echidna had no way of avoiding it, but simply took the blow hard and then fled while Shadow was distracted.

The blue phantom dodged to the side, Shadow didn't hesitate, his familiarity with combat allowed his body to form a kind of muscular instinct, golden-red chaotic energy wrapped with the corrosive power of the Black Eldritch Origin instantly gathered into a spear in his palm as he predicted the direction his opponent jumped up to dodge, the force strong enough to destroy everything tore through the air and ferociously struck towards the speedster. When he boosted his speed again to dodge, Shadow didn't even see his movements, that blue phantom, it was more like the attack was dodging him than he was dodging the attack . But the king was not going to spend any more energy being surprised, he let out a low roar, “ Chaos control!”

The Chaos Emerald in his golden hand armor emitted a green fluorescence, and Shadow instantly moved directly in front of the speedster, catching the expression of surprise on the opponent's face, a cold smile appeared at the corner of the king's mouth, fiercely grabbing the opponent's wrist, at the same time, lifting his leg and kicking him hard in the abdomen, and without waiting for the opponent to stabilize his body, he slammed his shoulder into it, and the powerful impact threw the blue speedster directly into the wall.

Now he finally stopped.

It was only then that Shadow had time to scrutinize the true appearance of this extralegal.

“Blue Phantom” was a male hedgehog with bright blue fur, a peach-colored chest, a smooth and sturdy build, and emerald eyes that sparkled with excitement. The corner of Shadow's eye twitched unconsciously as he met the gaze cast by those eyes, a face he was pretty sure he hadn't seen before.

Rule and order were the undertones of this empire, long before the world was done with total surveillance and the right to privacy was removed from the basic rights of citizens, he had convinced people that the only way to live a peaceful and quiet life was to surrender their fate to the empire. Cameras monitor every corner of society without any dead angle, all people are strictly monitored from birth to death, the empire's data collection system analyzes each person's personality traits and life pattern, collects information, simulates the data, and determines their potential risk of committing criminal acts.

It was impossible to absolutely hide oneself in the empire. However, this blue hedgehog's appearance had never been recorded by any system, whether as a civilian or a rebel, his resume in the empire's intelligence system was completely blank, so mysterious that it seemed as if he had appeared out of thin air.

Most impressive of all were his eyes, bright green growing wild in those eyes, cocky and alive, they stared intently, calmly at the king, an uncontrollable passion tumbling beneath the composure.

“Hey, no fair, you cheated.” His voice was rough around the edges, but pleasant, bright and clear even under the sharp pain. His tone was light and pleasant, and he spoke as if he wasn't the guy whose spine was about to snap, as if he wasn't a criminal challenging the authority of the Empire, as if everything that was currently happening was a gift to the King, a surprise that would entertain him, as if the atrocities that Shadow was inflicting on him were just as he wanted them to be.

“You think this is a game?” The king said in a low voice, walking slowly towards the other man, deliberately slowing his gait to show off his precise and sharp sense of oppression. It wasn't a threat or an inquiry, it was a fact, a statement, Shadow didn't do anything superfluous, every second he graced his opponent with wasn't meant to make his opponent thankful for the mercy he showered on him, it was meant to make them fearful, cowering, desperate for survival, it was Shadow's way of ruling the world. “I can just kill you (I can just kill you).”

Though Shadow hasn't killed anyone in a long time, he just takes their minds and biologically they're still alive, something that might have sparked moral controversy and philosophical censure in the old world, but there's no need to worry about such things in Shadow's empire. He was compassionate enough.

“No game?” The blue hedgehog blinked, showing no fear as he leapt out of the shattered walls and stones, dust pouncing on his face but not in the least bit wretched, instead revealing a primal wildness. The blue plume of spines stretched wildly, seemingly never trimmed, only left to be tended to by the pressure of the wind at breakneck speeds, furtive mixed with subdued, as if it had never been subjected to the critique of art, caring only for its own unique tastes, “WHERE IS THE FUN THEN?”

Shadow didn't respond to this meaningless tease, he looked at the blue hedgehog icily, like he was looking at a period of time he wasn't willing to expend the energy to waste. The only reason that didn't make him subdue this hedgehog immediately now was that he wanted to see what the other party was up to, and where exactly this arrogant to the point of near-stupidity was coming from. This blue hedgehog was clearly out of place in an empire full of order, he seemed to know nothing about this place, he hadn't followed a single rule in his actions, he didn't know the only king in the world and seemed to have no knowledge of the tyrant's past of conquering the world to the point where he still managed to stand in front of Shadow like this and easily flirt with it. Ignorance, arrogance, frankness, and cockiness, conflicting words blended together at the same time, like a mystery waiting for someone to explore.

Normally, Shadow would have struck straight through the blue hedgehog's fur and pulled out his belly to see the truth of what the other was hiding. But today, something stopped him . It was an unfamiliar emotion, an emotion that Shadow didn't want to analyze carefully.

The blue hedgehog wasn't discouraged by Shadow's silence, “Seriously, I've noticed a lack of some necessary entertainment in this city.”

“Who are you to tell my city what to do?” For some reason he didn't want to admit, he let the other man's bold judgment slide, even if it was a comment that in normal times might have been immediately crushed like an ant. It was true what they said that curiosity could kill a cat; the difference between a king and a cat was that a cat had nine lives, and Shadow would never die.

“I'm not claiming qualifications,” the blue hedgehog smiled, a very confident smile that could be breathtaking even when under threat, “just offering advice.”

“And you think I'm very good at taking people's opinions?” The king raised an eyebrow questioningly, he was more looking forward to some defiance or a fight as the blue hedgehog displayed an amazing speed and he could feel the constant, booming power surging within his opponent - the Extreme Speedster was a challenging opponent, one that could truly pose a threat to him, even if his opponent didn't show any obvious hostility. Still, this uncontrollable power constantly fueled Shadow's desire to attack. His blood was rushing in a rare way, his pulse beating with a fiery intensity he hadn't felt in a long time.

"Two minutes ago you said you were going to kill me, and I'm still standing here. You seem like the kind of guy who does what he says he's going to do, so those two minutes surely had to be worth something,“ the blue hedgehog cocked his head, ”and I guess I'm that worth something."

Confidence, arrogance, complete hubris. Excessive self-consciousness often invited boredom, yet when the same traits appeared in the blue hedgehog, they seemed unusually harmonious, as if they were only the most insignificant glimmers of him, as if underneath those glimmers he hid something more worth exploring. “You don't think there should be a game here, and I think it's just the thing you need.”

“Spoken like I'd listen to a rebel.” Shadow was still trying to figure out what this guy was up to. He broke the law without pillaging anything, he provoked authority without intense hostility, he committed crimes like seduction, and he talked like a self-presentation. It was as if he stood here not to break the order of Chartreuse, but to offer something, something long since abandoned by the king.

“You are now Listen,” the blue hedgehog smiled brightly, pointing out the obvious fact, “and who said I was a rebel?” He shook his head to shake off the debris from his plume of spines, then shrugged with disinterest, “I'm an opportunist, and when I see an opening for fun, I'm resourceful enough to take it.”

He didn't sound like he was making a suggestion, he sounded like he was looking for a job. The king sneered, “Most people don't apply for jobs by breaking the law.”

“I'm not most people,” he said smoothly and confidently, winking at the king, “And I'm just trying to get your attention.”

Another small but unmistakable scratch, as if he always knew just the right way to pick at Shadow's nerves. “I wouldn't consider a cheap shot a quest.” Shadow heard his own voice escaping his mouth, the words flicking off his tongue, but his thoughts sunk deeper. He wondered why he was still listening to him, why he hadn't killed him.

“Maybe it's because you didn't give me a chance,” the blue hedgehog stepped forward gently, his voice becoming lower, more demanding of attention, grunts coming from his chest, “Maybe I'll surprise you, Your Majesty.”

Oh, so this guy knows that Shadow is the king of this empire.

Crimson eyes shot out a sharp gaze, scanning the hedgehog before him up and down, and as the other approached, Shadow saw blood trickle down his arm, splitting a scarlet crack in the blue fur. Yet the person himself was oblivious, like pain did not exist, not even splitting his eyes to examine the wound, just staring straight at Shadow. This gaze was bold, almost with an innocent (or ignorant) curiosity; it had been a long time since anyone had dared to look at Shadow with such a gaze, not fifty years ago.

The look made Shadow's heart contract - that organ he had thought had stopped functioning long ago - not with apprehension, not with alarm, but with actual excitement. He was furious with himself that he could be aroused; he was supposed to be cold, unfeeling, objective; he existed to build a flawless future, to build a future with no safety hazards, and he defined himself by control, not release. But now, his emotions rolled and tumbled under his skin, clamoring to break through the skin of restraint.

The inquisitive life form consisted of life sciences and rigorous data, a pure artifact. He controlled cities and societies for half a century, civilizations and rules forming his vast and solid empire. Suddenly, however, one day a beast sprang from the jungle, bursting into the tyrant's carefully crafted cage of order with a destructive force at his whim, shaking his rule with nothing more than a careless smile. The defenses of the military bases are no more than a shadow of the blue phantom, the research institutes are museums for him to visit freely, and even the king's palace is a backyard garden open to him at all times.

This hedgehog, unlike the rebels, is not about overthrowing the empire or seizing power, he brings a game and invites only the king himself. He's not provoking the order, he's only provoking Shadow. His offer was directed only at Shadow himself, as if in his eyes Shadow was not a symbol of domination, just himself.

“I wish to address you,” the blue hedgehog said as he gently opened his arms to the sides and slid them through the air, the breeze blowing through his azure colored fur and glistening in the sunlight. His arms folded to his chest and he bowed in arrears, “-providing the best entertainment in the hope that you will derive pleasure from it, my liege.”

He let the rituals that had the meaning of reverence fill with deliberate silliness, it wasn't funny, it didn't bring any pleasure, it just annoyed Shadow even more, he could have just killed him, but instead it would have looked like he was too out of control, he loathed the idea of someone being able to get him to lose control, and the blue hedgehog seemed to do it with ease.

Almost like an unstoppable fate.

Sharp claws covered in gold armor flexed up and a low growl rushed from his throat, “What the hell are you ......”

“Me?” Only the blue hedgehog laughed, the laughter sending searing ripples through Shadow's chest, " Just a hedgehog who likes to have fun. "

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There were no guards inside the dungeon, for there was only a dead silence down there. The king had purposely left the hedgehog here for his daily companionship with the dead bodies, and he was curious to see if the other man could still maintain that smug grin in such a cold and ghastly environment.

Shadow had stumbled but generally done well in the realm of world domination, yet it seemed as if fate just wanted to plant him in the face of this extralegal.

When the king finally came to the cell, he wrinkled his nose, his enhanced five senses making him more sensitive to the smells in his environment, but it was a detail that could be ignored as greater trouble lay before him.

"Ah, finally! The one who can decide my fate has come!" The voice was lazy, deliberately elongated, and carried an irritating smirk. The blue hedgehog leaned against the wall and looked across the bars at Shadow, heavy metal shackles still clasped around his wrists and ankles, but the wide grin on his face made them look like two shiny silver necklaces, “I thought I was going to rot here forever.”

There was a subdued subjectivity, or ignorance of his situation, in his tone, as if he didn't care about his surroundings. His body language showed relaxation, equanimity, and interest, and in the face of the king's gaze, which was sharp enough to break steel, he seemed instead to be somewhat amused, as if fear and repression had never been given the chance to seep beneath his skin.

For a moment, Shadow had instead become the strange intruder, and his prisoner was cheerfully inviting the king in for a cup of coffee, the smile on his face driving the air around him to ripple, filling the place with a positive energy.

The king had everything in the world, and his captor was corrupting his territory with ease. It was clear that this guy had only been here for a few short days, and it had somehow become his territory.

“You are and you will be.”

The King's tone was intimidating, but only made Blue's ears flutter as a sly smile emerged from his face, “Unless I pique your interest first.”

The king sneered, “So the legend known to my escorts as the ‘Blue Phantom’ is nothing more than a smooth-talking rogue.”

“Actually, I prefer to be called a ranger,” his prisoner cocked his head, “To introduce myself, my name is-”

“Your name is unimportant,” the King cut him off unceremoniously, he didn't like wasting time, “I know you're part of the rebel army, Green Hill, what's the name of your leader,” he paused for a few moments, not so much to think as to to let the feeling of oppression spread between them, then he continued, "Knuckles, right? I assume you know where they're hiding."

He knew that the echidna came from Paradise Island, which had fallen, and ever since the Tyrant had seized control of the Master Emerald, the echidna clan had been clinging to him, the most stubborn and powerful force in the rebellion, except that even though no member of the clan had died in the battle against the Tyrant, they had never prospered, never producing more than a single heir, and to this day, fifty years later, were even more likely to have only one, Nakruth, left.

Did he think they had produced an outstanding Braveheart? From an ability standpoint, the blue hedgehog possessed a speed that was indeed transcendent, even vaguely threatening to the king's position, that hurricane of indispensable characterization and refusal to be ignored attraction, an utterly destructive force that did not truly destroy anything within the empire, but only dealt a precise blow to Shadow's own order. His very existence was one of disorder, and his behavior was one of utter stupidity in throwing himself at the mercy of the tyrant, serving himself on a platter like a clown.

“Them?” The blue hedgehog put on an innocent expression, “Who are they?”

So not only was he a bad performer, he was also a lame liar.

“If you're trying to buy yourself more time,” the king said icily, “then unfortunately, you're not very good at it.”

Sonic shrugged, the chains on his wrists clattering as he moved, “I'm just good at taking care of myself, a necessary skill for a solo traveler.”

Indeed, he looked like he took good care of himself, being thrown in a dark dungeon for almost a week hadn't affected his spirit in the slightest, even his fur didn't show any signs of dullness, the saturated azure color was incredibly bright as it cut its own place in the darkness. “If you knew what I've been doing for the past two days, you might understand my desperate thirst to see you.”

“I'm not interested in being interested in-”

“I'm listening to your greatness,” Sonic said, ignoring the king's sarcasm; he sounded less like he was interrupting the king and more like he was adding to it. He licked his lips, his back relaxing even more as he leaned backward against the wall, the muscles in his limbs and shoulders and neck stretching lazily, “The guards told me about it, and they're quite talkative, every bit as loyal a supporter of you as you are.”

Snap, snap. The blue hedgehog's shoes tapped lightly on the ground.

“An unrivaled record of government, a unified and stable empire, where war, starvation, and disease are virtually nonexistent, and crime and accidental death rates continue to fall.” His tone rose easily, each sentence containing praise, but the king could find no respect on his face. The brave man said these things not to curry favor, but to state a factual necessity, as if he wanted to get something out of Sonic, or, to reveal some sort of truth.

The same attitude Shadow had seen fifty years ago in the Ark's labs, when the men in white coats had connected colorful energy lines to his body, and they had spoken in a praiseworthy but flat tone about what a perfect and powerful being the inquisitive life form was, and then they had immediately begun to test what level of damage he could withstand at maximum and the time it would take for him to regain his strength, bringing him to the brink of death a day A dozen times.

The difference between the blue hedgehog and the researchers was his gaze - focused, calm and gentle, not cold like the metal instruments. Moving green grew in his eyes with no anatomical intent, just downward, spreading warm roots that slowly wrapped around the king's heart. “There is no doubt that you are a great monarch.”

“You can say something I don't know.” Shadow snapped.

His prisoner raised an eyebrow, “Such as?”

“There's no need for you to cover for them anymore,” there was an irresistible coldness in the King's voice, “Your assassination attempt failed, you've been a pawn of the Green Hill Organization since the day I captured you, and they won't be coming to your rescue.”

Sonic looked at him and blinked rapidly, a playful color flashing in his emerald eyes, “Who are ‘they’, Your Majesty?”

His tone was too sincere, too uninhibited. The tyrant had faced uncountable rebel vigilantes head on, the hatred bursting from their eyes was like quenched arrows, eager to crucify him on his cruel throne, their blood tasted hot, mixed with anger and unwillingness, and they squeezed venomous curses out of their teeth, wishing that the dynasty of the inquisitive lifeforms would dissolve into decay.

But not this hedgehog in front of him, the way he blinked, the way he spoke, the expression on his face, open and light, the lack of hatred for tyrants in his eyes, as if he could accept whatever the world had in store for him, he just couldn't help but comment on it. He didn't care what Shadow had molded - or twisted - the world into, he looked deeper, deeper beneath the skin of the king, and observed Shadow's heart with intense curiosity.

It was as if the whole world weighed nothing before him, and all he cared about was the king himself.

“If you have no ties to the rebel organization, then you will have no value in surviving and I could execute you right now.”

His prisoner grinned, “I've heard you haven't killed anyone in a long time, can I be so honored to be given this precedent?”

The king grimaced, “You think it would be difficult for me to make someone disappear and remain unknown if I wanted to do so secretly?”

“I never doubted it,” said Sonic, submissively, “but you could have done that then, but you didn't, and there was something about me that made you think I had a presence.”

“That's right, the intelligence in you.”

A low chuckle came from the blue hedgehog's throat, and he fell backward happily, tugging at the chains on his shackles with a clatter, his body stretching out with reckless abandon, his cobalt-blue plumes of spines and fur undulating fluidly in the darkness. The confidence he displayed pierced through the falsehoods, he didn't reply to the king's words, but the smile on his face told Shadow he knew the truth, he knew it wasn't just to do with the news of the rebels, the reason Shadow had kept him here and was willing to stand and listen to him wasn't just because of the information. There was some other reason in there, something he chose not to poke at, something Shadow didn't want to poke at, something that was quietly changing.

Then Sonic stood up from the ground, and the king realized they were almost the same height, just enough to maintain eye contact. The blue hedgehog approached the edge of the bars one slow step at a time, the shackle's heavy chains dragging and scraping against the ground, making Shadow realize for the first time that the sound of metal could become so harsh. It was the blue hedgehog that was supposed to be the property being owned by the king, but now it looked like an invading predator. Faced with those green eyes looking straight up, Shadow felt suddenly incredibly naked, as if he were facing a lion locked in an iron cage. But the problem was that beasts usually displayed hostility, but Sonic put away his claws and shook his head just to show the king how furry he was.

His prisoner stopped less than ten centimeters from the bars, a distance that was deliberately blurred so that they could easily choke each other if they ignored those bars in the middle.

“So you see,” he said, almost a little sweetly, "you've chosen to keep me, and I must be very special. "

The king suddenly thought it might be a good idea to kill him.

Every word that came out of the hedgehog's mouth was untrustworthy, he was a poor performer, posturing in every gesture, wrapping himself in humor and ease, not flinching in the face of the tyrant's oppressive presence, and exuding a primitive and uncontrollable wildness.

People are naturally attracted to things that are hard to tame, and the king is one of the best. And this blue hedgehog was the first challenge that had intrigued him in his fifty years of rule. Whether he belonged to the Green Hill Organization or not, this self-inflicted action definitely went against their original plan. On that day, the brave could have fought, and the king was looking forward to a fight, but he didn't. He put his hands on his life to play a “fun” game with the tyrant.

Shadow hadn't found out what this guy's purpose was yet, but since he chose this game, Shadow didn't mind accepting a challenging toy.

What's more, the timing of this guy's appearance was terrible, disrupting Shadow's original plan.

“Fine (Okay).” The king said expressionlessly.

“Fine? ”The blue hedgehog cocked his head, still thinking about what the king was referring to, or maybe he was just pretending to think.

Without further ado, Shadow raised his hand and shattered the lock on the jail cell door with Chaos energy, pushed the door open and stepped inside.

Sonic looked a bit flattered, he didn't seem to think he could get more than sarcasm, and Shadow's sudden proximity caught him off guard. The tyrant had always been known to be cold-blooded and ruthless, the oppression was suffocating, no one in the entire empire dared to look directly into those crimson eyes, they would have been cut by the razor-sharp gaze. It was entirely possible that the king had walked in to execute him, but instead of fear, he showed excitement, his blue plume spikes rising high, his eyes wide, his tail wagging erratically.

As Shadow leaned over he suddenly smelled something, as if he had been hammered head on by something, and blinked in confusion, “You ...... you smell great,” his voice somehow stuttered all at once, “You smell great,” he said, his voice somehow stuttering. “...... Is that lavender?”

“It's my pheromones,” the king explained, “the pheromones carried by the alien genes in my body.” He looked his prisoner up and down, his scrutinizing gaze as if he were picking out a tool while it lasted.

It was characteristic of hive minded creatures that their queens manipulated the worker bees and males through pheromones to make them docile, obedient, and give their all for the queen's empire. Black Doom's (Black Doom) DNA gives him the ability to manipulate the creatures with a corresponding inconvenience. The desire for conquest and bloodlust is etched into his genes, making it impossible for him to escape the nightmares and pain, sometimes he uses violence on himself to appease the tyrannical desires in his body and to stop himself from unleashing the carnage, and other times he just stays awake all night long, and even though the physicality of an inquisitive life form is close to perfect, the constant focus still breaks him down, and that's when he can find the right spot to pass out , and when he woke up again his body would be able to reset everything.

This was exactly the kind of personal matter that Shadow was dealing with on the other side of the world at the time, except that he had to rush back in a state of exhaustion due to the interruption of a certain blue hedgehog.

“It ......” Sonic didn't seem to have any control over not swallowing air, the pheromone wasn't a simple flavor, it was viscous and capable of seeping underneath the tissues of his flesh, it wriggled through Sonic' fur and climbed through his veins, constantly stimulating his nerves, "It will turn me into a part of you? Like those people?"

The king flashed a grin, satisfied to see this one, who had been so smug just moments ago, suddenly become gulping, “If I wanted to,” the tyrant's voice turned into a low and dark gurgle that emanated from his chest, triggering some sort of strange resonance in the air, "But don't you want to express yourself? You said you wanted to provide me with some entertainment ......"

There was another way to solve that agonizing problem, only Shadow had never considered it before. Essentially, the impulse of the Black Elder gene that drove him to constantly conquer and devour the minds of others actually came from a desire to reproduce, a need to expand, the hive mind craved possession, aggression, and expansion, they transformed other creatures, appropriating minds and incorporating them into a part of their own, and this biological cycle of physiology turned into a desire to reproduce and mark in Shadow.

In other words, the tyrant needs sex, an emotional outlet, someone to wriggle into submission under his claws to fulfill his Queen-like (Queen) desire for control.

Sonic became dizzy under the intense pheromone package, apparently this was the first time he had ever faced the oppressive feeling of alien hormones coming at him head on, and it took all his concentration to control himself from falling to his knees in front of the King, but ...... why not? In an instant, the shackles at his wrists became unbearably heavy, bending his knees and spine, yet every inch of fur and plume of spines on his body exploded, making him look a size larger, his bones creaking, his muscles tightening, his breathing heavy.

Shadow raised an eyebrow in interest.

“What, what's wrong?” Sonic' throat was dry.

“Impressive,” the King said with deliberate slowness, his praise making the back of the blue hedgehog's neck tingle, his dangerous, majestic voice seeming to melt the metal beneath Sonic' feet, "the average person, after sniffing my pheromones, turns into a drooling, slobbering, unthinking animal within seconds. drooling, unthinking animal."

Unable to think of this as anything other than encouragement, Sonic darted a quick glance downward and immediately understood what Shadow was implying. Not showing any hint of reluctance or embarrassment at all on his face, his spine flexed in a shiver but he still maintained a confident smile, “Like I said,” his voice buzzed in his throat, " I'm very special. "

“Hmm,” the King grunted dismissively, not retorting, his heavy, somber gaze falling on the other man's face. He was used to people groveling to him, and the look in the hedgehog's eyes before him almost qualified as an offense, his eyes held no respect or deference, nor did he become disoriented under the pheromone's suppression, whereas the eyes of those manipulated by his pheromones tended to be filled with desperate submissiveness, these green eyes were written with anticipation. Sonic looked at Shadow with a simple, feral, hungry gaze, one that was less of a look at a king and more of a look at prey, as if their status had become inconsequential in this cell.

This undoubtedly triggered the tyrant's annoyance, and he snapped his hand out, pinching Sonic under the chin and pulling the other man in menacingly, with such force that the blue hedgehog stumbled physically and fell to his knees in a single bound, the king's sharp claws mercilessly jabbing into the fur at the other man's neck.

“So arrogant ......” the tyrant growled lowly, his scarlet eyes burning with the ruins of an entire world, his body filled with unleashed fury within. His hand pressed against the artery in Sonic' neck through his armor, feeling the veins pulsing beneath the fur. Sonic was forced to tilt his head back and look at the king, the pain not erasing the smile from his face, even as that smile widened a little, his pupils constricting in excitement as the collision triggered by the shackles echoed in the small, dimly lit space.

The blue hedgehog seemed to provoke him a little too easily, he put on a submissive front but always expected more, submissive but alive, his smile too laid back and oblivious to pain and threat, rubbing against the king's palm like a wild animal, which gave Shadow a sudden urge to stroke the other man's teeth.

And he did, the golden gauntlet crushing over the brave man's lips, prying his mouth open with the sharp metal edges, and without any hesitation, a soft, warm tongue immediately wrapped around and licked and kissed, or rather sucked on the king's fingers, the heat of his breath spewing out onto the metal, the heat and humidity seeping underneath it through the gauntlet. The tip of his tongue swept over every inch of the hand armor and made several deliberate swallowing motions to get the king's fingers deeper into his mouth. When Shadow flexed his fingers and pinched his canines, the blue hedgehog let out a dull grunt and boldly raised his hand to touch the tyrant's waist ......

Oh, soft and firm fur. But it was hard to tell if the payoff was worth it, for before his fingers could savor the warmth, the tyrant suddenly lifted his foot and slammed it into the shackle at his wrist, and Sonic' head banged against the floor with the impact. He squinted up in a heavenly spin to see Shadow's eyes overflowing with rage, a golden halo flickering at the edges of his scarlet eyes, and suddenly he was thinking that he was probably the first one in the entire empire to make that point: the king in a state of rage was quite sexy. But the reason for the king's fury wasn't just because of Sonic' bold offense; the blue hedgehog had keenly observed how the fur on the other man's lower abdomen seemed to deepen.

So Sonic couldn't help but laugh, a very small laugh at first, then a laugh that grew louder and more unrestrained, making the king wonder if he'd given the guy a concussion that would affect his intelligence.

Shadow's expression was as cold as the abyss, “On your knees!” He ordered, picking Sonic' chin up with the tip of his boot.

The blue hedgehog looked both pained and excited to obey, but the soft laughter lingered as he stumbled up from the ground, still seemingly dazed from the strong impact he had just received.

He pressed his face against the black hedgehog's calf, squinting as he gently rubbed the russet-tinged fur there, a warm, longing gurgle escaping his throat, "Seriously, you need some pleasurable stimulation, My Lord (my liege). Is that why you are so impatient and always so angry?"

Sonic spoke easily as if he wasn't the guy on his knees, as if he wasn't locked in a dungeon dozens of feet below the ground, as if he didn't mind what was happening in the moment-whether it was being kicked hard on the ground or rubbing up against the king's leg like a pet, as if he was already in control of the king's needs. He knew the king needed him and that he would get what he wanted.

Shadow couldn't suppress a low growl that escaped his throat from the hot, wet friction between his fur, though it sounded more like a low growl of annoyance. He grabbed the blue hedgehog's plume of spines in one rough hand, forcing him to tilt his head back, and said viciously, “Still think this is some kind of game?”

Sonic blinked, his gaze darting between the king's eyes and his wet legs, looking extremely eager to return to that warm spot in the latter, “ Not think, I know .”

The blue hedgehog's fur was messy and wretched but not out of control, the grin on his face an infuriating burlesque as a rolling, low voice rolled through his chest, “Please, give me a chance to fulfill your needs ......”

Shadow snorted softly and let go of Sonic with a loose hand, “You're not in a position to demand anything yet.”

Then the golden hand armor began to undo the armor and cloak he was wearing, his movements graceful, restrained, and full of deliberate slowness, seemingly designed to keep Sonic trapped in a perpetual state of waiting and imagined despair. The golden shoulder armor fell to the ground with a bang, the fabric of the cloak slipping down from the black pelt and exposing the soft white fluff on his chest to the air. The blue hedgehog swallowed heavily, his mouth dry from the moisture and heat in the air.

The king stopped his movements at his wrists, his hand armor still damp from Sonic' licking and sucking, “Ready to please me, hedgehog?”

He tried not to let his knees go weak too quickly, “Yes, Your Majesty.”

Eventually the tyrant gave an extremely oppressive smile, “Good boy.”

-Tbc-

Chapter Text

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?

Chapter Text

“Take a good look at yourself. You're really cute.”

Sonic turned away from the mirror and saw no one there. Then he heard a soft laugh coming from the ceiling. He looked up and saw a white bat spreading its wings and gliding down from above, finally landing in front of him. She smiled brightly, her blue eyes scanning the hedgehog from head to toe.

“Dear, you look like a string of bluebells, so eager to dress yourself up so nicely and beautifully. No wonder you've won Shadow's favor.”

Sonic was dressed in vibrant colors, wearing a white jazz hat with a golden trim. Each tuft of quills on the back of his head was painted with different-colored graffiti, and the tips of the feathers were tied with small star-shaped bells that jingled crisply with his movements. He wore a red and blue outfit, with a purple bow tie and yellow trim at the collar, the collar pulled up high to hide a hint of red beneath. A brown leather belt was tied around his waist, and he wore striped shoes matching the color scheme of his clothes. The overall look exuded a joyful, whimsical clown-like style. However, no amount of comedic attire could hide the sharp edge to his presence, like the energy before a storm, shattering the silence and tranquility in the air. It made one feel a sense of impending danger even while enjoying the humor.

He noticed that she had addressed the king by his name rather than “Your Majesty,” a rather intimate gesture, so it wasn't hard to guess her identity. So Sonic grinned, revealing a smile.

“I always do my best,” he said cheerfully, “after all, we have a very demanding and picky king, don't we, Colonel Rouge? You are indeed as radiant as the rumors suggest.”

The bat known as Rouge didn't seem surprised to be recognized. She folded her wings and approached him, her voice as smooth and elegant as velvet. “What a smooth talker you are, just as rumored. You're as sharp-tongued as they say.”

“Oh? I didn't know my employment status had already been widely announced.” It had been less than a week since he had been released from the dungeon, but he was indeed the only one who had walked out of that place on his own two feet (rather than being dragged or carried out). As he casually stepped out of the dungeon gates to greet the sunlight once more, he noticed the astonished expressions on the guards' faces, as if they had seen a living ghost.

In a way, he was indeed a ghost. An undocumented immigrant with no known background, an assassin whose speed rivaled the king's, a prisoner who remained radiant after five days in darkness, and a courtier whose status skyrocketed after a single interrogation by the king. It was nearly impossible for others not to harbor hostility toward him, but Sonic didn't care. He even relished the stares directed at him. Even if someone gossiped behind his back, calling him nothing more than a bed pet used by the emperor to vent his desires, he didn't get angry. Instead, he viewed it as a badge of honor—being chosen by the King was something worth boasting about.

“Your reputation is spreading quickly, Big Blue,” Rouge said with a smile. She was the strategic commander of the imperial front lines, and unlike the ministers and officials who looked at him with suspicion, her gaze carried a subtle hint of admiration, though there was also a touch of scrutiny. It was clear she was “very satisfied” with Sonic, a silent encouragement and approval.

“I've heard about you from others—a mysterious, enigmatic figure with astonishing speed and abilities, worthy of being entrusted with important responsibilities.” She glanced meaningfully at Sonic's vibrant attire, “Though I don't know where you come from, it seems you've adapted well so far.”

“A good performer doesn't embellish his past too much,” Sonic winked at her, his tone rising as he hummed a cheerful yet playful melody, singing, "'Baby, baby, who is this vagabond? There never was a reason needed. Because a good song never dies (baby, baby, who is this vagabond? Anyway, we don't need any truth, because good songs never fade.)“ He sang as he tied the last wind chime to his wrist, standing up from the mirror. ”Please believe me, Colonel, everything is fine where I came from."

Rouge blinked her eyes, her long lashes fluttering like feathers in the wind, “I see.”

Sonic pushed open the door and was about to step inside when she called out to him again. “Sonic,” she said, “I know you're a pretty charming guy, baby,” she tilted her head slightly, her lips curving into a smile that seemed sweet yet carried a hint of cunning, “but if you're planning to go see our king now, I'd advise you to wait a bit longer before going in.”

The blue hedgehog raised his eyebrows. “Why—where is he?”

She sighed softly, the smile fading from her face, a hint of concern replacing the playful look in her eyes. “He's in the War Room with the other officials, but I must warn you in advance—he's not in a good mood right now, and going to provoke him at this time won't do you any good.”

“I don't see what the problem would be,” Sonic replied with a confident smile. “After all, it's my duty to make the king happy.”

Rouge didn't try to persuade him again. She spread her wings and leapt into the air as silently as she had come. “May you have good luck then, honey.”

Sonic smiled and tipped his hat to her departing figure. “I will, ma'am.”

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Before Sonic could push open the door to the battle room, he heard the sound of an argument inside. A man with a rough, hoarse voice and a heavy nasal tone was shouting loudly.

“—It's already enough to expand across the entire continent. Give me four more months—no, three months!—and I'll make your ‘hive mind’ cover the entire planet! I'll turn every ant on the planet into a node in your consciousness network! Think about it! No one will ever be depressed or commit suicide again!”

Then came a voice familiar and longed-for to Sonic, cold and deep, “That's not how I rule.”

“Admit it, this is the best way!” The sound of metal objects colliding and shattering echoed, but otherwise, it was deathly quiet, as if the voice's owner was ranting alone. The king neither stopped him nor demanded he leave, “Your utopia is collapsing, your foolish human toys are self-destructing! And I can make all this pain disappear completely—just give me the laboratory, give me the resources!”

A brief silence allowed Sonic to hear his own heartbeat clearly, then the king's response echoed again.

“...You've misunderstood one thing, Doctor. Allowing you to stand here does not mean you have the right to teach me how to rule.” The king said, his voice now accompanied by a high-frequency hum, as if millions of insects were flapping their wings simultaneously, causing the air to tremble and twist into a tangible sense of oppression. “This is your final warning. If you cross the line again, I will let you experience the taste of having your mind erased.”

“…Damn it!” the man called ‘Doctor’ roared. “Do you think you can maintain eternity through threats? Just wait and see! When they're all nearly dead, you'll be begging me to activate the ‘Neural Synchronizer’!” His fist slammed down on the table, and the chair scraped back with a screech. “By then, my stakes will be tenfold!!”

Immediately afterward, the sound of boots stomping on the floor grew louder as it approached. Sonic quickly stepped aside from the door, and the door to the battle room was kicked open. A massive, imposing figure burst out from inside, its towering form instantly blocking all the light in the corridor. His face was covered by a massive metal visor, obscuring half his features, with only two exaggeratedly upward-curled whiskers exposed. He trembled with emotion. He seemed unaware of Sonic standing beside him, still consumed by anger. He muttered curses like “waste of resources,” “damn hedgehog,” “why did Grandpa create such a stubborn fool,” and “he should have obeyed me!” as he stormed off in large strides, disappearing at the end of the corridor.

Sonic turned his head, and from inside the door came the sound of chaotic whispers. He could imagine the officials sitting below arguing and shifting blame among themselves, and he had no doubt that the king's current mood would make him kill the next unfortunate soul to come through that door. Well, that sounded like a challenge. Sonic straightened his chest, shook his head, and let the little bell jingle crisply. The timing was perfect—everyone's emotions and awareness were stretched tight like a string, making this an ideal opportunity to make an entrance.

Sonic pushed open the door without hesitation.

Everyone's gaze instinctively focused on him, which was exactly what he had hoped for. The long table in the war room was filled with officials, some human, some Mobian, each with a different expression, but all without exception showing surprise as they looked at Sonic and his clown costume, as if they were seeing a vibrant flower that didn't belong there growing on a cement floor.

But Sonic paid little attention to their gazes. He raised his head, straightened his back, and looked toward the black hedgehog seated at the far end of the table. His king.

Shadow sat in his throne with an aggressive posture, his red cloak draping from his shoulders to his legs. The red patterns on his body glowed under the lights like flowing bloodlines, portraying the king as a sharp blade. He propped his head up with one hand and casually rested the other on the armrest, his golden gauntlet slightly bent, the sharp metal edges gently tapping. The king's expression was stern, showing no sign of being affected by the “doctor's” earlier outburst.

Sonic surveyed his surroundings with a confident gaze, finally fixing his eyes on the king. He flashed a smug smile, bent down, stood on one foot, and bowed dramatically.

“Good day, My Liege.”

One of the officials was the first to react, rising to his feet and shouting at Sonic, "Who let you in?! Where the hell are the guards? Someone get this damn clown out of here!"

Two guards rushed in from the other end of the corridor—seriously, where were they when Sonic arrived? Maybe he was just too fast—they lunged at Sonic, but he dodged them effortlessly. Sonic rolled on the floor, laughing hysterically. Every attempt to grab him ended in failure. The blue hedgehog danced between them, slipping through the gaps in their arms with ease, skillfully dodging their attacks. The small bells on his body jingled merrily, like a defiant taunt. Finally, the guards were enraged. They drew their pistols from their holsters and aimed at the blue hedgehog's head.

Sonic immediately darted a few steps forward and hid behind King Chatt's throne. The guards dared not point their guns at the king and hastily lowered their arms.

“Damn it! Are you useless?!” The official cursed, kicking the chair aside and leaving his seat, intending to take matters into his own hands.

“Abel,” the king suddenly spoke, commanding, “Sit down.”

“But this guy—”

“He may stay,” the king said coldly, then glanced at Sonic, who was making faces at the commander (the blue hedgehog, upon being noticed, immediately composed himself, smiled obediently, and softly called out, “Your Majesty”). “Continue your report.”

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The officials continued to pass the blame back and forth, discussing recent fiscal revenues and the ownership of newly acquired territories. The commander argued that military bases needed enhanced security measures to counter rebel activities, while the finance director accused military expenditures of consuming the majority of the budget without demonstrating tangible results. The rebels had been increasingly active lately, even breaching the military base. In contrast, due to the current lack of motivation in daily life, more and more people had lost their desire to work, leading to the collapse of many basic community supply facilities. Some cities had experienced water shortages for several consecutive days. The two officials then began to argue, and others joined in.

In fact, the imperial government has an excellent power base, and the king has a keen eye for selecting talent. Any individual selected could easily handle their duties. However, once these individuals gather together, they often begin to attack and blame one another. They no longer focus their efforts on seeking social welfare and promoting development but instead devote themselves entirely to securing more resources and wealth.

Sonic is uninterested in these matters. He is permitted to sit below the throne, his upper body resting on the armrest of the throne. The king's hand, which had been resting on the throne, now rested on the blue hedgehog's head, his golden gauntlet tangled in the hedgehog's cobalt-blue quills and fur, stroking his fur intermittently, as if treating him like a beloved pet, though the pressure grew heavier with time.

With such a group of incompetent subordinates who did nothing of substance, the king's irritation was predictable. However, Sonic noticed more unusual details. As the officials' arguments intensified, the king's impatience became increasingly evident. More importantly, Sonic noticed some physical reactions in his body—his breathing grew heavier, the muscles in his arms tensed tightly, and the sharp metal armor clanged heavily, emitting a piercing clatter. Whether it was from Black Doom's dark essence, he saw a shadow that seemed alive surging over the king's body, red veins crawling and appearing beneath the black fur, as if they would burst through the skin and emerge at any moment. There was no doubt that the King's breeding season emotions were severely affecting his body, and the mixed-blood genes within him were gradually leading the king toward an irreversible crossroads.

A loyal subject could keenly sense that the king needed to vent, so Sonic made his decision before the king could silence those worthless fools forever. He reached out, tentatively grasping the king's ankle, and slowly stroked upward along the sturdy calf. He received no warning glance, and the king didn't even bother to look down at him, so Sonic's actions grew bolder. He changed his position from sitting to kneeling, then glanced at the constantly chattering crowd before lowering his head and slipping between the king's legs.

The clinking of the gauntlets paused for an instant.

Perhaps the overflowing chaotic energy was gradually losing control, but the king's body felt unusually warm, or rather scorching. When Sonic reached this position, he felt a dizzying heat. The king's legs were casually spread apart, and Sonic noticed that his lower abdomen had already swollen slightly. As he had guessed, the King in her breeding period was always ready to mate. He raised his eyes to glance at the king. The black hedgehog continued to stare straight ahead at his officials arguing among themselves, seemingly unaware of Sonic's gaze and movements. However, the hand he had placed on the hero's head twitched slightly, conveying some silent message—the king knew what he intended to do and tacitly approved.

Sonic first lowered his head to kiss the king's abdomen, eliciting a brief, adorable tremor. It had been several days since their last encounter, and the king's body was hotter than ever, his black fur scorching like a piece of molten metal. The King's first sexual encounter during her breeding period released all the pent-up desire she had been suppressing. Her first sexual maturity had made this body, now addicted to pleasure, even more greedy, constantly demanding more.

Sonic, of course, had no complaints. A single light kiss was enough to cause the tip of the king's penis to emerge from its sheath, though not fully extended—it was sufficient nonetheless. The sweet scent lingered around the blue hedgehog's nose, transporting him back to the first time he had performed oral sex on the king. He stuck out his tongue and licked, and the pheromone scent became even more intense. But no one seemed to notice. Could the King designate a specific target to go into heat after copulation? A sense of pride surged uncontrollably from Sonic's chest, perhaps accompanied by the subtle satisfaction of a fulfilled possessive desire, but he would not voice it.

Sonic opened his mouth, his hands climbing up the king's waist, gently kneading the scorching abdomen, carefully squeezing, allowing the entire penis to slide perfectly into his mouth without touching the cold air, directly from the burning sheath into the moist, flexible oral cavity.

The stimulation from the tip of the tongue caused Shadow's waist to contract, and his brows furrowed slightly. Though he didn't refuse the hero's bold “entertainment,” they weren't alone in private. Even if the officials couldn't see the scene under the table, it still constituted indecent behavior in a public setting. Whether this made Shadow more dissatisfied or more excited, he felt a certain area between his legs grow wetter and stickier. He shifted his position, leaning back as far as possible to find a point of support for his body.

The officials were still arguing, their initial heated exchange escalating into a chaotic chorus of voices. The noise was chaotic, but Sonic remained silent. He did not rush to begin sucking but held it for a moment, giving the king time to adjust to the stimulation. His nose pressed against the king's abdomen, and his prolonged breaths sprayed over the sensitive skin, quickly causing the body to sweat. The king's scent was still as pleasant as he had tasted before, the lavender fragrance steamed into the scent of dried flowers under the heat, but the taste seemed sweeter.

The king's penis trembled and bounced in his mouth. With the experience from the previous oral encounter, Sonic's technique was far more skilled this time. He could carefully retract his sharp teeth and use only the pressure inside his mouth to bring the king “pleasure.” But he deliberately did not do so, as the body tremors triggered by each pass of his teeth over the sensitive organ made it clear that the king actually preferred roughness, thrilling and forceful stimulation.

Sonic's tongue moved, beginning to lick along the edge of the penis. He had perhaps underestimated the influence of the King's mark on him, for merely tasting the king's penis had already begun to intoxicate him. A strange and powerful pull was controlling his senses. He was intoxicated by the pheromones emanating from the King, his lower abdomen burning and throbbing, his head swelling, as if hypnotized. He opened his mouth as wide as possible, struggling to swallow more.

The King's breathing grew heavier, and it was clear he was trying to suppress his voice. The claws on the jester's head tightened involuntarily, gripping the blue hedgehog's ears firmly. His inner thighs trembled as they drew inward, clamping down on Sonic's head. A steady stream of stimulation seeped into his body from his lower limbs, striking upward along his spine. Fortunately, he had already found a support point, leaning against the chair back; otherwise, his weakened waist might have slipped off the throne.

Sonic's sucking became even more intense, as if he were completely obsessed with the king's penis. He thrust his head forward again, allowing the penis to penetrate deeper into his mouth. The king's waist suddenly arched upward, and the clanging of the handcuffs paused, but no one noticed the commotion here. All the officials were still immersed in their speeches and performances. Lust and pleasure caused Shadow's calves to bend slightly, lifting them up, instinctively opening his body to reveal more of his hungry desires.

Sonic noticed, or rather, he had already been drawn by that sweet scent, ready to attend to more of the king's body. The lustful moisture splashed across his face, his fingers moving across the black fur, sliding over the lower abdomen and black thighs, probing deeper.

The wet, tender, and sensitive opening had already been aroused by the previous oral stimulation, with the seeping fluids soaking the fur around the red flesh of the opening, and some even overflowing to saturate the throne. Sonic shifted slightly backward, allowing the king's erection to slip out a little, then suddenly pressed his head down to take it in, triggering a violent contraction of the throat.

The king's gauntlet slammed down on the throne's armrest, shattering the fragile wood. The cracking sound startled everyone present. Their first reaction was that the king was angry, so they all closed their mouths, and the room fell silent. Their eyes cautiously gathered, trying to observe the king's expression.

This was not what Shadow wanted, because as those gazes focused on his face, his lower abdomen was convulsing in orgasm, making it difficult for him to control his expression. He could only clench his teeth, close his eyes, and feel the waves of pleasure coursing through his body like electricity. In a place where the officials couldn't see, his lower body oozed a large amount of sticky fluid, dripping down his thighs, while the opening of his anus twitched open and closed in the throes of orgasm.

Sonic chuckled softly beneath him, ensuring only the king could hear his voice, then reached out and gently touched the contracting opening.

The king opened his eyes and scanned the officials, who had shrunk their necks, his gaze sharper than ever, almost as if he could slice a piece of flesh from their bodies. His voice was hoarse and low, carrying a crushing pressure that could shatter spines, “Continue.”

When Shadow demanded to continue, it meant to continue. No one dared to ignore the tyrant's command. The officials' voices rang out again, but this time they were much quieter, no longer shouting at each other. They began to regain their hypocrisy and composure, mocking one another and occasionally seeking the king's opinion.

Shadow had no time to pay attention to their discussions, for Sonic beneath the table was also following his orders and “continuing.” The tyrant's swollen, excited vulva was hot and soft, the wet, tender flesh contracting joyfully the moment it touched his fingers, eagerly clamping down on Sonic's knuckles and pulling them inward. Given how smoothly their last encounter had gone, the King's body required little dilation; the genes yearning to be fertilized and the sweet juices secreted would aid in lubrication, so Sonic used two fingers directly.

The king twisted his waist unnaturally. This movement might have been noticed, or it might not have been, because it lacked dignity. Thus, the discussion at the long table continued, as did the “entertainment” beneath it.

This time was better than last time, because sitting on the throne allowed the tyrant's legs to spread wider, enabling Sonic to observe the wet little hole more clearly. Two fingers were gently inserted into the opening of the slit, then quickly withdrawn. The simple motion produced a large amount of viscous fluid, which soaked the jester's gloves, making his claws visible beneath the fabric. The fluid thoroughly saturated Sonic's palms, and he did not waste it, gently massaging the king's slippery labia with the fluid.

Direct penetration was certainly pleasurable, but eliciting more sighs from the king was more intriguing. They were not in a dungeon nor in a private, secluded room, but rather crammed into the same space with a dozen others, seated around a long table. The king was less than five meters away from his handpicked elite subordinates, and he had to struggle to suppress the moans escaping his lips. In this solemn war room, only topics related to security, finance, and governance were typically permitted. Yet now, the tyrant who had built the entire empire sat at the end of the table, trembling as he spread his legs, exposing his soft vulva for a jester to toy with at will.

However, this risk was one the king had chosen himself. His body succumbed to the biological desires of the Queen bee, his tail twitching excitedly behind him, trembling with anticipation. The penis that had just ejaculated rose again, standing erect beneath his abdomen, while the clitoris hidden within the soft flesh pulsed, seeking attention. The king was on the brink of craving touch but couldn't directly ask for it. His hand, which had been resting on the blue hedgehog's head, slid down, scratching the other's shoulders. His waist tightened inward, and he desperately rubbed his calves against the court jester's fur.

Fortunately, Sonic didn't make him wait too long, after all, he had promised to bring the king “the best entertainment.” The lips of the king's private parts had already been played with until they were a mature red, enveloping a pool of soft, sticky fluid. Sonic no longer simply rubbed them but directly inserted two fingers. The tyrant's waist jerked violently, bending forward. The movement was so exaggerated that the officials couldn't ignore it, their gazes gathering. Shadow tightly furrowed his brows, his teeth biting through the inner wall of his mouth, trying to maintain what remained of his sanity. His free arm rested on the table, sweat trickling down his face.

He could no longer hide the stimulation his body was experiencing. The officials, of course, had guessed as much (though perhaps not the part about the king's genitalia—they were unaware of the anatomical structure of an ultimate life form, but they at least suspected that the clown who had just slipped in was “serving” their king). They quickly turned their heads away, pretending their gaze had never lingered on the king, and their whispers grew hesitant and stammering before finally falling silent.

The king had no energy left to pay attention to them, as those two fingers had already deeply penetrated the tight flesh, exploring the soft cavity. Along with the thrusting of the two fingers, Sonic's thumb gently parted the swollen mucous membrane at the entrance of the opening, accurately locating the already erect clitoris, and pressed the fingertip firmly against it, grinding it heavily.

The gasps were no longer easy to conceal, and the officials could only pretend not to see their trembling king while muttering curses under their breath about how that court jester was a damn slut. Though the reality was different from what they imagined.

The two fingers were much smaller than the blue hedgehog's penis that had once filled the canal, so they clenched tighter, making it nearly impossible for Sonic to withdraw them. The king's waist and abdomen grew increasingly weak and soft, trembling and spasming under the finger's intrusion. The pleasure from the friction of the inner walls surged upward into his limbs, his body tingling like an electric shock. Too many moans were forced back into his throat, replaced by a gradual loss of control over his vision, the edges of his field of sight filled with blurry white light, and a buzzing sound in his ears.

“Get... out...!” the tyrant growled hoarsely.

Those present froze for a moment, turning their heads as if they hadn't heard clearly, then suddenly realizing something and turning back.

“Get out of here!!!” This time, the shout was clearer and more urgent, accompanied by a deafening buzzing sound. The officials jumped up from their chairs and scrambled to leave their seats. The sound of wood cracking echoed behind them—the king's gauntlet had pierced through the meeting table, tearing the thick wood into shreds. This terrified them even more, and they scrambled out of the war room, leaving only the king and the court jester struggling beneath the table.

“Ahh…” As the last person stepped out of the room, an unbearable moan escaped the king's lips. His body curled up in the surging waves of pleasure flooding his body, but the court jester spread him open again, seemingly aware that there was no need for caution. The fingers thrusting in and out of the flesh accelerated in speed and intensity, the throbbing clitoris was roughly massaged, and the claw tips scratched against the sensitive organs through the gloves.

“Are you about to come, Your Majesty?” Sonic's voice drifted into Shadow's ears. But Shadow couldn't respond. His eyes were half-closed, the red veins at the corners of his eyes vivid and seductive in the heat of desire, completely immersed in the stimulation of pleasure. He wriggled his hips, unable to tell whether he was trying to escape or accommodate Sonic's fingers. The juices never stopped flowing, and his lower body was already a mess. The tender flesh inside his vagina twitched constantly as the knuckles probed deeper.

Although the king did not answer him, Sonic could sense the approaching climax from the increasingly tightening opening. He smiled contentedly, using his arm to push the king's knees apart, spreading his legs wider. His movements shifted from thrusting to fierce collisions, and his fingers increased from two to three, though they still couldn't match the penis, they provided a slight sense of fullness to the starving vagina.

“Hhaaa…!” The sudden thrust caused the king to emit a high-pitched moan. The intense stimulation made him instinctively want to dodge, wriggling his hips to escape this terrifying pleasure. However, the jester's other hand had already possessively grabbed the king's waist, holding him firmly in place so he couldn't move, forced to accept everything he brought. Shadow's legs couldn't close because the blue hedgehog was kneeling between them, leaving him helplessly exposed.

The jester happily shook his head, making the bells jingle, then leaned down, opened his mouth, and took the king's erect penis into his mouth, while his fingers thrust deeply into the sensitive points inside the orifice. The intense and overwhelming pleasure knocked Shadow unconscious, causing his consciousness to experience a momentary blankness, feeling a strong sense of weightlessness during the climax. The vagina spasmed tightly around the jester's fingers, and fluids gushed out, spraying onto the throne and Sonic's palm.

The black hedgehog's body went limp from the orgasm, curling up on the throne. Sonic withdrew his wet fingers, holding them under his nose to smell. The sweet scent flooded his nostrils, leaving him dizzy. The king's body still twitched in the afterglow of orgasm, but his crimson eyes had opened, revealing a gaze once sharp but now brimming with lust and depravity, permeated by an unfulfilled hunger. He first fixed his gaze on Sonic, then shifted his eyes to the blue hedgehog's lower body.

Sonic followed suit, lowering his head. Oh, he suddenly realized his penis had already emerged from its sheath and ejaculated once. He didn't even know when he had become erect, having been completely absorbed in playing with the King's delicious vagina. White semen splattered onto the throne and carpet. The king looked at the messy stains, and for some reason, Sonic detected a hint of regret in his eyes, as if something had been wasted.

This thought excited Sonic to the point of a throbbing headache. He stuck out his tongue and licked his moist lips. “What would you like to do this time?” His gaze was focused and hungry. The absurd makeup and attire might deceive others, but they couldn't feign innocence in the king's presence.

The blue hedgehog knelt between his legs, his fluffy head arching beneath the golden armor, his ears fluttering with excitement, his tail wagging joyfully. It looked like a docile pet, ready to serve its King at any moment. Those green eyes lifted upward, brimming with vibrant yet sharp vitality—or perhaps it was a beast disguised with remarkable skill, kneeling submissively at the king's feet, merely to invade the tyrant and tear apart his empire.

“Do you need me to come inside you again to make you climax, to make you pregnant?”

“Shut up.” The king's ears twitched angrily at the blunt words, yet his body had already reacted to the implication within them. The recently climaxed vagina trembled and contracted once more, yearning for something real to fill it. His body felt utterly empty, as if everything had been burned away by fire. During the climax, every inch of his body was ready to receive, yet there was insufficient semen to fill him. His physical desires remained unfulfilled.

During the breeding season, the King requires ample sexual activity and semen to be soothed. The breeding instinct causes her body to constantly crave mating and conception. Of course, as the sole leader of the hive, the decision to reproduce lies solely with the King. Thus, the only option to alleviate her urges is copulation. The breeding season makes the King's emotions unstable. After her first mating with a “drone,” once Shadow is aroused, she experiences intense sexual desire, emitting pheromones to influence and manipulate the surrounding “drones,” compelling them to be ready to devote their entire lives to her.

Shadow has no drones; he only has a flamboyantly dressed court jester.

The king frowned, “Who told you to wear these things?”

“Huh? What? This?” Sonic asked innocently, getting up from the ground and spinning around like a well-trained pet to show the king his outfit. “Isn't it cute?”

The king sneered, “Did you spill the paint palette and just put it on?”

The blue hedgehog pouted childishly, “Now you're just hurting my feelings,” he said, leaning closer to the throne, grabbing the armrest to climb up, and squeezing his knees between the king's legs. The tyrant coldly watched his bold offense. The distance between them grew even closer, and the heat rose again, lingering unyieldingly. The seat beneath his hips was dampened by bodily fluids, sticky and uncomfortable. The pleasure of the climax had not yet subsided, and the king's waist and legs were still weak. As Sonic approached him, Shadow saw a wildness in that smiling face that he could not control. That gaze made his private parts even wetter. His legs were still held by the courtier, spread apart, and the muddy flesh of his exposed hole was completely exposed to the air. As he gasped and opened his mouth hungrily, writhing to entice the bold creature to thrust his penis deeply inside— The King was ready to breed again.

The king raised his hand and pressed it against the jester's chest before the blue hedgehog could get any closer. Sonic tilted his head. “Look,” he said, grabbing the king's weakened hand and running it up the jester's costume to his collar. “I still have the gift you gave me.” The golden gauntlet parted the collar, revealing the red collar tightly fastened around the jester's neck, standing out vividly against the hedgehog's cobalt-blue fur. The name “Sonic” was engraved in gold lettering on it.

The king swallowed, ignoring the aggression emanating from Sonic, “You look ridiculous.”

“Not at all, this is exactly what you wanted.” He lifted the tyrant's hand to his lips and kissed it, his emerald eyes sparkling with a mix of teasing and seriousness. “Is Your Majesty dissatisfied?” His fangs glided over the golden gauntlet, his hand gripping the king's waist, trapping him in a narrow space like a beast pinning down its prey.

“You will reward me, won't you?” Sonic closed his eyes, gently rubbing his face against the king's palm, letting his hot breath wrap around the king's wrist.

His court jester was skilled at feeding his desires with a submissive performance of retreating to advance, while also appropriately displaying insolent defiance to stir the tyrant's conquest instincts. This blue hedgeholeftg adopted a docile, submissive demeanor while serving the king, though his lowered posture and upward gaze at his ruler carried no hint of reverence. He faced the tyrant's cold, piercing gaze without fear, instead brimming with eager anticipation.

Every action was a calculated provocation, and Sonic reveled in the trembling and desire the tyrant felt because of him.

And he knew he would be rewarded for it.

—To be continued—

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“Hahh… ahh…” Despite his best efforts to suppress it, low, hoarse moans still escaped his lips intermittently. The moist, tender opening was completely stretched open by the hard object, the vibrant red flesh twitching and writhing, secreting a sticky fluid every second, both lubricating and releasing a strong pheromone that continuously stimulated the “beast” pressing down on the king.

Sonic grinned as he grabbed the king’s knees and pulled them apart, forcing him to spread his soft waist and abdomen helplessly. The jester’s erect penis was deeply embedded in the tyrant’s opening, relentlessly pounding it at a confident, leisurely pace.

This rebellious hedgehog dared to climb onto the edge of the throne, trapping the king in a narrow space. Shadow had one leg draped over the throne's armrest, the other held tightly, with his knee wedged between the blue hedgehog's shoulders. His head rested against the chairback, his waist forced into an arch by the relentless thrusting. His body found no support, so he clung tightly to the jester's back with one arm, while the other arm hung down, the gauntlet digging into the throne, leaving several scratches, trying to stop the bone-melting pleasure from making his body even more lustful.

“Mmm...” The king's breath echoed in the battle room. The orifice was already muddy, as Sonic had just ejaculated inside it once, filling the vagina with viscous white semen, which made obscene squelching sounds with every thrust. The queen bee's body had been drenched in the male bee's semen, temporarily soothing the breeding instinct awakened by her genes. However, the body's hunger remained intense, the vaginal flesh greedily sucking on the blue hedgehog's hard erection.

Of course, his drone did not disappoint him. Although he had already ejaculated once, Sonic's hardness refused to subside in this hot, tight cavity. Originally, Shadow's penis had also hardened in the fiery passion, pressing against his lower abdomen. However, after several rounds of vaginal orgasms accompanied by ejaculation, his genitalia had completely softened and retracted into the sheath, leaving only the slippery vagina still spasming and tightening constantly.

The thick penis filled the tyrant's damp, tight opening to the brim. Though the force of the lower body's collisions was not brutal, each thrust still disrupted Shadow's breathing. His servant attended to him diligently, thrusting with just the right force, withdrawing a third of the way before forcefully thrusting back in. Without the king's permission, the glans boldly tapped against the trembling cervix, like a cautious exploration.

A tingling sensation like warm waves permeated the king's entire body, his waist growing increasingly limp. The tyrant was being pampered too comfortably, so he allowed some boundary-crossing behavior. Shadow narrowed his eyes, genuinely savoring the pleasure of his breeding instinct being fulfilled. Lust spread through his deep red eyes, and a low growl emanated from his chest as the sweet pheromones he released slowly enveloped the two hedgehogs.

Sonic's clown costume was torn to shreds by the king before they made love, on the grounds that the colors were too ugly. However, the bells on his body were pleaded to be left by the blue hedgehog. At first, the king didn't understand why, but when Sonic thrust his hips each time, causing the little bells to jingle, Shadow regretted it a bit. But he didn't want to back down, so he reached several climaxes amidst the crisp bell sounds.

“Your Majesty...” Sonic murmured softly, immersed in the queen's fiery pheromones, his thoughts heavy yet his spirit fiercely vibrant. Shadow had warned him earlier that anyone who inhaled the pheromones would degenerate into a drooling, desire-driven creature. Now he felt the powerful pull even more deeply. The queen's pheromones had a purely physical effect on him, a restlessness that was impossible to resist with willpower alone. This restlessness whispered in his mind, mingling with countless other voices, but the clearest was the king's deep, oppressive voice.

"Hmm... More...”

That voice kept urging and admonishing him on how to do better. His queen wanted more, so he had to fulfill all her demands. At the same time, he should also possess everything of the queen.

So Sonic lowered himself further, letting his penis enter deeper, colliding heavily with the tyrant's uterus, forcing open a small opening.

“Uhh…!” The king was knocked back by the force of the thrust, letting out a harsh sigh. The claws gripping the jester's back tightened involuntarily, leaving bloody marks on the blue hedgehog's back. He glared at Sonic with ferocity; he wanted more and faster, not this sudden brute force. However, his sharp gaze had already softened in the heat of the moment, and now it would only be seen as encouragement. The wet little hole betrayed his body first, joyfully welcoming the rough treatment, spasming and gushing out more juices, soaking the fur between their lower bodies.

Sonic felt the wetness trembling unceasingly. He grinned, gripping the king's waist tightly with his hands. His green pupils flickered with hunger and aggression, reminding the tyrant that this creature remained a beast that had never truly submitted. Before the cervix could adapt and open, Sonic thrust forward, his thick, long penis violently plunging inside, forcing the king's abdomen to bulge upward, outlining the shape of the hard object inside. The tyrant couldn't adapt to such brutal manipulation. The sudden surge of stimulation and pain coursed through his spine, turning his scream into uncontrollable gasps. His throat burned fiercely, nearly scorching his breath. His legs tried to clamp shut, but suspended in midair, they could only remain forced apart.

Sonic did not linger. He immediately withdrew himself completely, the stretched orifice reluctantly contracting to hold him back, emitting a “pop” sound as he pulled out entirely. The semen he had ejaculated earlier mixed with the juices seeping from the tyrant's body, thoroughly coating the thick penis, leaving a long, sticky thread as he withdrew.

The private area, now devoid of its filling, suddenly felt utterly empty. The tender, hungry inner walls squeezed against each other, desperately twitching, yet unable to satisfy the need to be penetrated. The king arched his back upward, seeking to follow that familiar force, but the court jester skillfully dodged him, causing the tyrant to emit an annoyed growl. He looked at Sonic, his deep red eyes burning with intense desire. His patience was thin, and he was less than a second away from roaring in frustration.

Sonic prevented that from happening, pressing his rigid penis firmly against the tyrant's swollen clitoris, causing pleasure to erupt at the sensitive spot. The jester knew the appeal of acting swiftly, and he began thrusting his hips rapidly, rubbing the shaft against the bouncing protrusion. The king's reaction immediately proved the value of his actions, as the clitoris trembled and pulsed, the vagina contracted and relaxed, and more fluid flowed out, mixing the lower body into a wet mess.

“Mmhh…! Hah……!” The king's thighs spasmed in the jester's hands, his moans never ceasing. Shadow's thighs were tightly gripped, unable to move, his body without any points of support, forced to lie on his back, folding his body onto the throne, making him feel as though he had truly become prey being devoured by a beast, unable to resist his predator, he could only emit weak cries of distress under the intense impact.

This stimulation was enough to make the king feel suffocated. The hands gripping his waist were too tight, almost leaving bruises, but the dull pain amplified the pleasure below. The glans crushed down forcefully, vigorously stimulating his clitoris, while the small opening dripped with hunger. The heat and emptiness raged within the tyrant, causing his limbs to tremble in helplessness.

“Mmn…no…!” The inside of his anus grew increasingly itchy, and he twisted his hips frantically in the sweet torment, trying to draw the other's penis's attention with his wet, soft genitals. In the chaos of his mind, he desperately issued an order, ”…Ah, STOP!!!”

Upon receiving the command, the male bee immediately ceased his movements. Even before Sonic’s own brain could process the words, his body had already obeyed the queen’s demand—a purely instinctive response. In that fleeting moment, Sonic felt a fervor akin to the soul-marking ecstasy of his first encounter with the king, a sensation of being possessed, of his thoughts being squeezed.

It was not painful, but rather filled him with a sense of fulfillment and excitement, for “obeying the command” meant “receiving a reward.”

The king barely managed to catch his breath after Sonic stopped moving, his back still trembling uncontrollably. Sonic looked down at their tightly pressed fur, the juices flowing from the tyrant's body had already soaked both of their hips, the crimson folds fully expanded, twitching and writhing, requiring no fingers to part them before he could directly probe inside. The throne faced the entrance to the battle room, and Sonic hadn't covered him too tightly. If someone were to push open the door at that moment, they would witness the once-mighty dictator shamelessly exposing his lower body to them.

The king seemed to vaguely realize this as well. Though no one dared to push open the door at that moment, the shame of being manipulated in public still caused him to curl his tail and tremble as he tried to cover his constantly flowing private parts, only to be caught by Sonic, who pulled them apart, exposing that beautiful yet lewd little hole to the air once more. The jester gently massaged his tail base, listening to the king's soft moans, deliberately avoiding touching that desperate, wet spot.

“…Stop teasing, I said MORE.” The tyrant opened his eyes angrily in pleasure and desire, his voice hoarse with lust, “I gave you the power to stay on top, don't disappoint me.”

Sonic smiled, his tone still casual and playful, “So needy, aren't we?” He slowly leaned down, though covered in paint and dressed in a flashy manner, the king could still smell the scent of sun-dried grass on him, primal and natural.

The jester pressed his penis against the king's wet private parts. The opening was so slippery from the juices that even a shallow insertion caused the flesh to eagerly suck him in, guiding him deeper—a superficial penetration could not alleviate the itch deep inside. “Your Majesty, you look absolutely stunning when you need me.”

Chaos, desire, helplessness—the empire's tyrant lay beneath the jester, fur disheveled, legs spread wide, exposing his sweet little hole, eagerly awaiting penetration, breeding, and filling.

“Stop talking,” the king growled, digging his claws deeper into Sonic's back as a warning, ‘Put your cock in and fuck me.’

His king had issued the command, his queen needed to be satisfied. Sonic's gaze was intense and focused as he smiled and said, ”As you wish.”

The smile of this blue hedgehog is something truly unique, standing out in a world where everything is neatly arranged according to rules. The mask of obedience is already cracked, and something dangerous lies buried beneath his smile, ready to break through at any moment and cause destruction—both to the tyrant's empire and to the tyrant himself.

Sonic adjusted his posture, the tip of his penis sliding leisurely along the taut entrance, then without warning, he thrust deep inside.

The thick length forcefully broke through the opening, the flesh contracting to wrap around it, the shaft stretching the moist folds, filling every inch inside. Sonic began thrusting vigorously, the bells on his body jingling as he moved. His actions were no longer gentle, his strength no longer restrained, no longer filled with teasing. Each impact slammed deeply into Shadow's sensitive depths, cruelly colliding with the fragile cervix. Sonic breathed deeply, gripping the king's waist with such force it felt like tearing apart prey.

The tyrant's body trembled uncontrollably in the midst of the fierce penetration, his hoarse voice moaning impatiently. His lower abdomen contracted, and his vagina obediently tightened inward, perfectly and tightly enveloping the courtier's penis. The wet opening churned out milky-white foam in the brutal thrusting, and the uterus was forced open by the continuous invasion, allowing Sonic's penis to penetrate. The accumulated pressure of state affairs was cast aside by desire. Every taut nerve seemed to burn with flame. The king closed his eyes, moaning as he lifted his hips to meet the jester's thrusts, desperately spreading his legs wider and wider. The jester's hips slapped against his buttocks, producing a series of loud slaps.

It was unclear who was more brutal. The king's claws dug deeply into the jester's fur, sticky blood soaking his claws. Sonic's shoulders were nearly crushed, and the throne was scratched with several marks from the handcuffs. The servants who would come to clean up later might feel puzzled, oh, of course, if they saw the other lewd traces on the throne, everything would become clear.

“Hah…!” The pressure building up inside Shadow was about to be released, the swollen cervix opening with each impact, waiting for the ejaculate to flush and fill it.

However, just as the king was about to reach the peak of pleasure, Sonic stopped his movements. Suddenly, everything came to a halt, and the king's orgasm was forcibly halted at the brink of release. The tyrant opened his eyes in anger, his crimson fury ready to reduce the blue hedgehog to ashes.

“What the hell are you doing?!” The heat still burned his anus, the sticky sensation still filled the plump folds, but the friction had vanished, the pleasure had vanished, yet that疯狂 demand seemed poised to drill countless small holes within the king's body.

Sonic pressed down on him with a smug chuckle, “Such impatience, Your Majesty.”

The king felt Sonic's penis slowly sliding out of his vagina. Anger and desire clouded his judgment, and the tyrant roared, “Dare you pull out—Ahh!!”

The massive penis thrust in violently, the wet, soft vagina overflowing with juices, spraying out a large amount of fluid. The king reached orgasm from the overwhelming stimulation, his inner walls spasming and contracting, his waist involuntarily curling up, his thighs twitching and tightening, his nerves and senses nearly severed from his consciousness.

Sonic did not stop his movements despite the king reaching orgasm, continuing his brutal thrusts with even greater force, ruthlessly penetrating the other's highly sensitive private parts.

“Ah...! Aaaah!” Shadow let out a hoarse scream, “Stop... Mmm... No...”

The male bee could not disobey the queen's command, but Sonic didn't give him the chance to finish his sentence. The glans brutally pounded against the tyrant's uterine opening, turning the pleasure of the refractory period into an irresistible barrier and pain. His eyes rolled back, his expression relaxed, and he lost consciousness due to the nearly numbing stimulation of his lower body.

Finally, the blue hedgehog's penis twitched inside the hot, moist canal, the glans wedged into the cervix, the base swelling and lodging inside the vagina, forming a knot. Sonic heaved a heavy breath, and a thick, excessive amount of semen erupted into the uterus, filling it almost instantly. The remaining fluid filled the canal, and even though the penis and knot were still firmly lodged in the tyrant's vagina, semen still seeped out from the gaps, accumulating at the crimson-red point of union.

For several minutes, they clung tightly to each other. Sonic thoughtfully adjusted his position, but since the knot still kept them stuck together, he couldn't move too much. He carefully wrapped his arms around the king's waist, lifting the black hedgehog off the throne and sitting him on his own body, which allowed his penis to penetrate deeper. Shadow closed his eyes tightly and emitted a low moan. This position indeed relieved the strain on his waist, allowing his body to relax considerably.

Finally, Sonic sat on the edge of the throne, supporting their bodies. Shadow sat on top of him, her legs curled behind the blue hedgehog, her lower body swallowing the jester's penis, calming her breath in the heat.

Shadow slowly came to his senses from the afterglow of orgasm, his lower abdomen swollen and heavy, filled with thick semen. He let out a soft sigh, his reproductive instincts fully satisfied, every vein radiating a comfortable pleasure. He opened his eyes, his gaze gradually focusing, allowing him to properly observe his current situation—the seat of the throne was completely soaked, one armrest crushed, and deep claw marks everywhere. His thighs were still trembling, his fur soaked in sweat and bodily fluids. His waist was weak and aching, and he could only lean crookedly against the jester's shoulder. His thighs trembled uncontrollably, his damp buttocks pressed tightly against the blue hedgehog's thigh, and the sensation of his anus being stretched open was clear and fiery.

He took a deep breath, turned his head, and noticed that Sonic wasn't looking at him but had instead looked over the tyrant's shoulder at the report projected onto the table—the very topic the officials had been discussing earlier: the suicide rate among the Mobius people was steadily rising. Those useless fools had discussed for hours without coming up with a feasible solution. Dr. Eggman's proposal was to expand the Tyrant's ability to devour minds, monitor people's psychological states in real-time, and turn everyone with suicidal tendencies into mindless zombies within the Black Eater symbiote. Dr. Eggman, of course, did not agree to it.

Sonic seemed to notice the king's gaze on him, but he didn't look away. He tilted his head, causing the bell to ring crisply. “You know, when I was in the dungeon, I was bored out of my mind. Besides listening to them talk about your great deeds, I was curious about what they did besides work. So I asked them, ‘Hey, friends, what are your hobbies?’ Do you know what they answered?”

“...What?“ The king furrowed his brow, unsure why Sonic was suddenly bringing up such an unrelated topic at this moment.

”Exactly,” Sonic turned to face the king, his tone tinged with sarcasm, yet his emerald eyes reflected a casual chill. ‘That's exactly what they replied, ’What?'” They asked, their eyes blank, as if I had posed a question they couldn't comprehend. At first, I thought they hadn't heard me clearly, so I repeated the question. But they looked at each other and then asked me, 'What is a hobby?'“

”What are you trying to say?” the king snapped.

Sonic's hand began to slide along the king's limp waist, his face wearing a mischievous smile, humming a ridiculous tune, “Great king, great king, his empire is stable and prosperous, his golden cage is beautiful and spacious, danger, danger, don't worry, stay calm, sleep soundly until dawn, today is the same as yesterday, what is a hobby, we have no worries or thoughts—uh...” His last sentence was cut off.

The king gripped his jaw, and the pain from the bones made the blue hedgehog shut up. A dark growl emerged from the tyrant's throat, “You're pushing your luck,” the pressure of his authority descended like a tangible force, “Open your mouth again, and I'll shut it permanently.”

Sonic let out a short, sharp laugh. “What? You don't want me to praise your achievements? Your Majesty, your subjects‘ lives flow as smoothly as an assembly line. Each of them gives the same precise yet hollow answer to the same question—there are no ’hobbies‘ here; ’living' is the only thing they can do.”

“So what?“ The tyrant's tone was almost monotone. ‘Survival itself is the foundation of happiness. Look at the disasters of the past; they couldn't take responsibility for their own decisions. ’Freedom' only brings destruction and...” He paused, as if recalling a familiar name, “...endless suffering. I have relieved them of the burden of choice, stripped them of their ability to harm one another. Here, suffering will be minimized.”

“Minimized?” Blue Hedgehog raised an eyebrow mockingly. ”Then why are there countless people choosing to end their own lives in the paradise you've carefully created? But you still have a solution, don't you? Egman has already answered for you—if you want to achieve true peace, why not simply use your power to assimilate everyone, erase their thoughts, and purge the impurities? Wouldn't that be more efficient?” His voice suddenly grew quieter, each word clear, “Is it because you can't do it? ... Or is it because, deep down, you're actually afraid? Afraid that on this planet of absolute silence, you'll be left alone, clinging to your cold order, like guarding a massive, empty tomb, becoming the last conscious soul in the world. “ His smile grew brighter. “You destroyed the old world, yet you dare not create a new world where only you exist, because compared to ‘death,’ ‘loss’ terrifies you more, doesn't it—”

“Shut up!” the tyrant roared, his golden gauntlet clamping down on Sonic's throat, cutting off the trailing question in his voice. ‘Watch your words, jester.’ His voice was cold, authoritative, and brimming with unhidden intent to kill, even as Sonic's penis remained deeply embedded within him, it did not shake the icy tone of his voice, “I’ve had enough of your nonsense. My patience is limited. Your only value is to entertain me with your ridiculous performances and foolish jokes. I only need you to provide the entertainment you promised, not to criticize my rule.”

The pressure of his palm tightened, choking Sonic's breath. In his suffocation, he forced a more exaggerated, defiant smile, his face pressed against the cold metal surface, yet he continued to giggle, as if utterly indifferent to the impending threat of death. His laughter was a formless, disorienting chaos, its mere existence disrupting the tyrant's carefully constructed rationality and order. It was clear, irresistible, and impossible to erase from the mind. Sonic's arrival was an irreversible influence; everything officially derailed the moment Shadow met him. It was as if the king had been immersed in a false dream for too long, and finally someone wanted to awaken him. Once he witnessed the truth, he could never return to his dream.

Sonic couldn't catch his breath, but he didn't struggle either. His face turned purplish-red, and the penis embedded within the tyrant swelled even larger. He stared intently at the king with his eyes, his fingers sliding down his waist to find the tyrant's swollen clitoris. A gentle press was enough to relax the king's grip, allowing the jester to regain some oxygen.

“So what now, Your Majesty?” he gasped with a smile, his throat a deep purple, barely concealed by fur and a collar.

The swollen penis pulsed inside him, rubbing against the scorching folds, reigniting the tyrant's intense desire. The small opening once again accumulated sticky moisture, and the king heaved heavily under the urge of desire, his waist unconsciously lifting slightly, swaying on the penis at an urgent pace, revealing his needs.

His deep red eyes were filled with sharpness as the tyrant roared fiercely, “If you can't satisfy me, then get back to the dungeon.”

His jester blinked, his hands tightly gripping the king's waist, revealing a calm yet cunning smile. “As your wish, My King.”

Suddenly, Sonic erupted without warning. Shadow only managed to utter a muffled gasp before being violently pulled up, crashing onto the table in the battle room with a thud. His head slammed against the surface, and excruciating pain and dizziness overwhelmed his brain in an instant, leaving no time for his instincts to warn him. He had witnessed Sonic's speed before, but this time he couldn't anticipate his sudden action, let alone the fact that the blue hedgehog's penis had been deeply embedded inside him moments ago and had now slipped out due to the change in position.

The tyrant was pinned face-down on the table, his hands braced on either side of his body, his thighs throbbing with pain, weak yet yearning.

Sonic leaned over him from behind, his scorching chest pressing against the king's back, transmitting heat. “If this is what you desire.” His laughter was low and terrifying, yet the black hedgehog's body grew even more aroused, his anus secreting more sweet juices, reflecting this body's craving for brutality.

Sonic reached out, grabbed the black tail, and lifted it upward, revealing the flesh-colored hole that had been fucked into a vibrant red, exposed to the air. Due to having held the penis inside for too long, it struggled to close, contracting constantly from desire, with fluid seeping out and dripping down the thighs.

Sonic chuckled softly, no further teasing, and thrust directly inside, allowing the penis to return to that warm cavity.

“Mmm... fuck...” The king disliked the restrained position, muttering curses under his breath, yet his waist involuntarily collapsed downward, the small hole greedily accepting more. The semen from earlier had caused his lower abdomen to swell, now sagging heavily due to gravity.

Sonic's thrusts were completely unpredictable, meaning they could not be anticipated. The king could only endure them, moaning loudly as his legs bent and slid down repeatedly. If it weren't for the jester's penis supporting him, he would have likely collapsed onto the floor.

“Smack—” A sudden slap landed on the king's buttocks.

The tyrant let out a scream as his anus spasmed violently, reaching another orgasm. But the slaps did not stop. It seemed as though they had sensed the lustful nature of this body—being treated brutally only made it more excited. The subsequent blows landed continuously on the king's raised buttocks. The tail no longer needed to be held by the jester; it had already risen on its own, swaying with each blow. Meanwhile, Sonic did not stop thrusting despite the king's orgasm, his hips colliding repeatedly with the king's lower body.

The slapping sounds were loud, the buttocks slightly swollen and raised, gleaming with a lustrous sheen. The wet opening pressed firmly against Sonic's hips, the waist and abdomen twitching and twisting. The tyrant should have felt anger, yet he melted into a chaotic mess beneath the jester.

“Don't worry, Your Majesty,” Sonic leaned down, pressing against the tyrant's back, opening his mouth to bite the other's soft ear, gently grinding and licking it, ”I will never leave you alone. I will always be loyal and give you the best entertainment without reservation.”

Perhaps Sonic would soon face the tyrant's wrath, but for now, he sincerely enjoyed the king trembling for him.

And Shadow was powerless to stop himself from being used like a broken toy (or perhaps he didn't want to speak up to stop it). His voice was broken, his eyes unfocused with pleasure, his mind clouded, and he had long since lost the chance to command the beast to stop.

—To be continued—