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The brotherhood minus their king gathered around the table with excitement as they waited for Wukong to join them. Recently, they’d all come to the conclusion that each and every one of them was hopelessly infatuated with their fearless leader, and together they decided they wanted to do something about it. They needed to show their beloved king just how much they adored him, and how he tempted them with his beautiful body, his adorable voice, the way his words cut straight through any walls they could have to their very heart. Everyone was nearly buzzing, vibrating with anticipation as the minutes ticked by and Wukong had yet to show.

Finally, he emerged. He beamed upon seeing them and raced up to his chair at the head of the table. “You guys! I wasn’t keeping you waiting too long, was I?”

He plopped himself into his chair, his curves swaying under his clothes enticingly as he did, and his eyes roved over them. He didn’t seem to notice the animalistic desire within their gazes, simply smiling as brightly as the sun itself. So trusting, so relaxed….

They couldn’t wait to tear him apart.

“Not at all,” Azure assured smoothly. “We simply didn’t want to start without our wonderful king with us.”

Wukong’s smile widened and his tail swayed happily at the compliment. “How sweet! You all didn’t need to do that, you know we’re not that formal here.”

“How are we supposed to eat without you regaling us with your incredible stories?” Macaque said. “You truly add so much to the experience.”

Wukong’s cheeks took on a light pink tint. “Psh, what is this? You guys buttering me up for something?”

“Can we not just let our king know how much we appreciate him?” Tusk cut in.

“What, do you want us to stop?” Peng asked teasingly, knowing Wukong was eating up the attention.

Lo and behold, Wukong puffed up his cheeks, his tail swaying harder now. “N-No, that’s not what I said, it’s just weird! I didn’t take you guys for the complimenting type. What gives?”

“Nothing, little monkey,” said Bull King. Wukong pouted up at him. “As the elephant said, we simply wish to show… appreciation for all you’ve done for us.”

“Yes!” Azure cut in, lifting his cup of wine. “I propose a toast! To our Great Sage, the Monkey King, Sun Wukong!”

The other brothers besides Wukong lifted their cup with the cry, “To Wukong!”

The five of them looked expectantly at Wukong, whose face was a full red now. After a moment of disbelief, Wukong sputtered a laugh and reached for his own cup. “You guys are ridiculous.” Regardless, he raised it high and said, “To us!”

Then, everyone lowered their cups to their mouths. Azure, Macaque, Bull King, Tusk, and Peng all stared with anticipation as Wukong tipped his wine cup back and easily downed the whole thing. His throat bobbed with every harsh gulp, and he had dark wine spilling from the corners of his mouth, dripping enticingly down his face and neck. When he finished, he let out a satisfied gasp and laugh, raising his empty glass high again, and he gazed upon the brotherhood with a warm happiness spreading through him.

Quickly, the poison took hold.

Wukong was giggling, swaying now as if drunk. He set his cup clumsily down and it fell over, the dredges of wine dribbling onto the table. “Whoa, why’m I so sleepy…?” he murmured.

Macaque and Bull King, being closest to Wukong, went to his side. Macaque eased Wukong toward him and Wukong easily went, his head falling under Macaque’s chin. Macaque gently held Wukong, his hand grasping Wukong’s right hand while his body cushioned Wukong’s now weak and buzzing one.

“Shh,” Macaque shushed. “Don’t worry about it, my king. It’s bedtime, don’t you think?”

“Huh?” Wukong slurred, tilting his head back to try and look Macaque in the eye. His pupils were wide, nearly swallowing up the stunning gold. “No, it’s early, wha…”

“You look tired, little monkey,” Bull King rumbled. “Go to sleep, won’t you?”

“Mn, but… the party…” Wukong protested, his eyes fluttering.

“Oh, don’t worry about that,” Macaque murmured. His hand let go of Wukong’s right to land on Wukong’s side, deft fingers now rubbing soothingly up and down. He would often caress the clothed swell of Wukong’s right breast, but Wukong did little more than gasp at the inappropriate touch. “We’ll be sure to have lots of fun for you. Just rest, Wukong…”

“Uhn…. If… you’re sure…” Wukong mumbled, eyes sliding shut.

Macaque’s hand dragged back up Wukong’s side to fully grab his breast in his hand, and he murmured right into Wukong’s ear, “That’s it… good boy.”

Wukong passed out.

After confirming this, Macaque and the others shuddered. Macaque pulled Wukong’s limp body closer to him, burying his face in Wukong’s neck to breathe in his scent while squeezing his breast tightly. He ground his tented groin into Wukong’s other side a few times desperately.

“Hey now, don’t get ahead of yourself,” Peng chided as they stood from their seat. Macaque looked up with a glare at being interrupted. They rolled their eyes. “You’ll get your chance.”

Macaque clicked his tongue, but pulled a little away from Wukong. He still supported the unconscious king, but now reached up to pull Wukong’s hat from his head. 

Everyone cooed at the fuzzy mane of their beloved; he truly looked so adorable with his fur all a mess and his face gentle and undisturbed. 

Peng, Azure, and Tusk began to walk closer while Bull King removed Wukong’s boots and pulled at his pants. Macaque shifted Wukong’s shirt up his torso and pulled one of his legs open, Bull King pulling the other, so everyone could view the treasure between them.

Wukong’s pussy was already red and swollen with arousal, dripping and awaiting them. His cute clit was erect and twitching, and they could see the way his entrance throbbed with every heartbeat.

“Awe,” Macaque cooed, nuzzling his head to Wukong’s. He slid the hand bunching up the shirt down and played with the coarse fur on Wukong’s pubic mound. “I think he was playing with himself before meeting us.”

“Little slut,” Bull King growled, one hand gripping Wukong’s thigh tighter as the other came down to palm his crotch.

“What do you think he was thinking about?” Azure rumbled.

“Definitely us,” Peng answered. “Fantasizing about taking all of us at once… surrounded on all sides, completely overwhelmed…”

“He would reach down and touch himself like this,” Macaque murmured as his fingers finally dipped down enough to caress Wukong’s clit. Wukong’s hips jolted into the touch adorably, and Macaque rewarded him by slowly circling the poor bud. “And he would tease himself like this…” He used shadows to keep Wukong’s leg open as he let go of it and slid his hand up Wukong’s shirt. He revealed his beautiful breasts to the brotherhood and took the left one in hand, immediately massaging the supple fat and pinching around the nipple.

Wukong let out a tiny moan in his sleep, his brow scrunching up.

“He would go faster than that,” Tusk corrected. “He’s much too impatient for that speed.”

Macaque nodded in agreement and began swiping quickly against Wukong’s clit. Wukong’s head tilted back, his mouth falling open to let out a louder moan. His hips kept weakly jolting into Macaque’s hand. Macaque also began to tug on Wukong’s nipple, pinching it still and twisting it meanly.

“Surely this isn’t enough to make his whore cunt look like that,” Bull King said. “I bet he created a toy for him to bounce on.”

“I agree,” Peng cut in. “Look at how he’s stretched!”

“Peaches is such a size queen,” Macaque purred. “He loves when his whore cunt aches.”

Bull King scoffed. “If that’s what you consider large, then you clearly won’t be able to satisfy the poor slut. Look—” He lined up his index finger to Wukong’s entrance and plunged it inside in one smooth motion. Wukong bucked his hips and cried out, the sound fluffing up everyone’s fur and feathers. Bull King’s voice was noticeably rougher as he continued, “Even one of my fingers doesn’t match whatever toy he’d used; I can feel him tightly clenching upon it as if he were some virgin maiden.”

Macaque glared at Bull King and Peng laughed. “Well, unfortunately not everyone can be as well endowed as you are.”

Bull King smirked, visibly preening at the implication of his betterness, and began to thrust his finger in and out of the unconscious king. “Of course, the whore would go fast as he could, since he’s so impatient.”

“Of course,” Peng agreed. “Bouncing so desperately on a toy wishing it was a real cock filling him.”

Macaque continued to swipe and tug at Wukong’s clit and nipple while Bull King fingered him relentlessly. Bull King listened to the beautiful moans spilling from the king’s lips until he could find the perfect place to strike every time, and it didn’t take long until Bull King could hit that place with precision. The others enjoyed the show given to them, palming at their own crotches as lust surged through their veins.

Wukong’s hips bucked into Bull King’s hand without rhythm, still sluggish from the drugs and unable to keep up with Bull King’s brutal pace. His cries began to pitch higher and higher, his face scrunching more, and everyone knew their king was nearing orgasm quickly.

Before that peak could be reached however, Bull King stopped with his finger plunged deep within. Macaque continued his ministrations for a little longer before pausing as well. The poor king let out desperate noises as his hips weakly thrust himself on Bull King’s hand, trying to get the elevated pleasure from before. While he did, Macaque asked, “Why’d you stop? Don’t you want to see him fall apart?”

Bull King hummed and began to slowly curl and straighten his finger within Wukong. His rough digit dragged against Wukong’s sensitive walls, pushed firmly against the bundle of nerves that made Wukong’s cunt sing, and Wukong let out such a pitiful whimper.

Then, Bull King responded, “I simply believe the only time he should spill is when he’s split upon our cocks.”

Wukong shuddered, but everyone paid it no mind; certainly it was just due to Bull King’s thick finger still working him open.

“Right you are, brother,” Azure agreed roughly. “Why don’t we get onto that then, hm? No sense wasting any more time.”

“Indeed.” Bull King removed his finger from Wukong, causing Wukong to jolt when he was so tragically left empty and open, and then stuck the digit in his mouth to get a taste. He savored to flavor and sighed with satisfaction after finishing. Then he looked down at Macaque, who glared at him and clung to Wukong tightly. “Come now, simian. It’s not your turn.”

Prior to this, when they were planning, they had all decided everyone would be allowed a round alone with their beloved king to ensure everyone had a taste of what they desired, and if need be, they could all enjoy seconds, thirds, etc. together or in groups later on. They had all drawn sticks to see the order in which they would take Wukong - the longest stick would go first, the shortest would go last, and the middle order was determined by the subsequent sizes of the remaining sticks. Bull King had chosen the longest and Macaque had been left with the shortest. He was still upset about it, clearly, but that was of no concern to Bull King.

He was ready for his chance with their beloved.

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Bull King grabbed Wukong around the waist and Macaque growled at him. Undeterred, Bull King lifted Wukong easily from Macaque’s grip and cradled the king close. In one smooth motion, he ripped Wukong’s shirt off of him (to the chagrin of Azure and Tusk) and laid his large hands against the supple flesh of the Monkey King.

His hands dwarfed Wukong, which stroked Bull King’s ego hotter and hotter. With Wukong right up against him, their size difference was all the more apparent, and Bull King almost felt bad for the others; his superior cock would break Wukong in all the right ways and ruin him for all the other ones he’d be taking tonight.

Bull King walked with Wukong to the space they’d cleared off to the side for their activities tonight and sat down cross-legged. Wukong was maneuvered to where his back was pressed flush against Bull King's chest. His head was tilted back and cushioned by Bull King's enormous pecs.

Once more, Bull was captivated by how tiny Wukong was in comparison to himself. He was filled with the all-encompassing need to dominate this deceptively strong king and he could barely keep himself together enough to continue his plan. 

Bull King let his hands fall upon the king's body, surprisingly gentle. They glided over soft flesh and fur alike, mapping out the curves and dips. Up and down they explored - caressing, squeezing, massaging. Every so often, one hand would slide up to Wukong's throat, where it gave a tight, slow squeeze that made Wukong shudder. 

Their audience enjoyed their show. In his sleep, Wukong twitched and jolted. His whimpers drew adoring coos from his suitors. Bull couldn't wait to hear how he sounded awake. 

Finally, with Wukong's body memorized in his fingertips, Bull moved on. His hands glided down to cup the underside of Wukong's thighs, just above the back of his knees. Then he pulled Wukong's legs toward himself, spreading Wukong wide.

Bull King and the others were shocked and aroused to see Wukong folded practically in half. Bull King had experienced no resistance when pulling the tiny king's legs back, only being stopped by the king's own torso. They could see both of his spread, twitching holes, the way he was bent.

“How… flexible, our king is,” Azure noted roughly. 

“Get on with it,” Macaque growled. His hand was already down his pants, staring at Wukong with the eyes of a desperate madman. 

Bull King hummed low and used a single, large arm to stretch across Wukong's body and pin his legs in place. With his now free hand, he reached down to swipe his fingers through Wukong's folds. His fingers slid from clit to hole and back, not too fast or slow. He didn't even try to tease Wukong's clit or dip inside. After several moments, it was clear why.

He dipped his fingers lower and began to circle Wukong's anus with a single, thick finger, and the others realized he'd been simply lubing his digits with Wukong's ample slick.

"Cruel,” Peng commented, delighted. “Denying him the friction where he wants it!”

“If I had my way, he wouldn’t cum where he wanted until he begged for it,” Bull King rumbled as he finally pushed his finger all the way to the hilt.

Wukong’s mouth had fallen open, little, choked gasps escaping his throat as his body occasionally jolted. His channel throbbed tightly around Bull King’s finger in a way that had Bull King impatient to get around his dick. Bull King wasn’t truly cruel, at least not to this poor slut, and would take the time, however impatiently, getting Wukong to the point of being able to handle Bull King’s cock.

Bull King usually wasn’t one for extended foreplay, but he couldn’t deny how fun it was to hear Wukong’s choked moans as he slowly, thoroughly thrust his finger in and out of Wukong’s ass. The way his hips would try to jolt up into Bull King’s hand, clearly wanting him to get onto it, was delectable. Bull King had all of the power and all of the control, and it nearly overwhelmed him with lust.

Two fingers had been stretching Wukong for several minutes now. Wukong was drooling and trembling, head lolling to the side. Finally, Bull King had had enough.

He stripped himself of his animal skin skirt, allowing it to simply pool around his feet, and revealed his hulking cock. It bounced up and its tip slapped against Wukong's spread pussy, whose entrance throbbed with every heartbeat. Bull King tightened his hold on Wukong before thrusting his hips to grind his cock against the king's slick sex—much like with his fingers, he was lubricating his dick so as to make the entrance into Wukong's anus smoother.

Once Bull King's cock was dripping with slick—which Wukong's slut pussy was quick to make happen—he shifted Wukong so the head of his cock pressed against Wukong's quivering, stretched anus.

Before pressing in, however, he pondered how the actual fucking would go; while he could simply thrust into Wukong as normal, that would surely be more effort on his part than was necessary. After all, the king was so small, so easily moved, almost… toy-like. Thinking in that regard, he would need to ensure his toy would stay in this position, as it would ensure the best grip as well as providing his brothers the beautiful view they craved.

“Simian,” Bull King called, startling the other monkey. “Tie his knees to his arms, would you?”

Macaque hummed, curious, but acquiesced. Immediately, dark shadows twisted around Wukong's knees and reached for the corresponding arm. The shadows wrapped around Wukong's elbows and pulled the limbs together, keeping Wukong's knees bent and legs lifted up towards his chest.

“Perfect…” Bull King rumbled before shifting his grip. He grasped Wukong by his waist, throbbing as his fingers touched on Wukong's stomach. Now he had better maneuverability of his sluttish king and could better provide him the ecstasy he deserved.

Pressing his cock back to Wukong's entrance, Bull King finally began. He sunk Wukong down onto his cock, slow and easy. Even with the prep, Wukong's anal canal tightly squeezed Bull King as he was enveloped, pulling a long, low groan from him. Wukong was no better—his head tipped back and his mouth fell open in a silent moan. When finally Bull King bottomed out, Wukong's body gave little jolts, his cute pussy throbbing visibly from several feet away. He let out tiny, squeaking gasps as well, which gained several adoring coos in response.

Bull King allowed himself some time to adjust to the full, tight warmth that was Sun Wukong. When he believed himself ready, he widened his stance for better balance and tightened his grip on the poor whore. Then, with the speed one would with a fleshlight, Bull King began to thrust Wukong up and down his cock.

From base to tip and back, Bull King fucked Wukong upon his cock. Given the nature of their fuck, Bull King wasn't pounded into Wukong, but the pace was still fairly quick and encompassing. Bull King made sure every thrust made it the entire length of his cock, to be sure Wukong could feel him tear through him fully again and again.

The slow descent had not been enough to wake Wukong; the growing fullness was gradual, pulling a beautiful reaction from him, but not breaking through the poison that had knocked him unconscious initially. However, the quick friction in his ass and the repeated fullness he had never experienced before seemed to finally spark something within the poor slut's brain. Sometime in the several, unceasing thrusts down, Wukong's eyes fluttered open.

His moans took on a confused pitch and he wriggled in Bull King's arms. He tried to say something as he fully emerged into wakefulness, but his brain couldn't seem to string together some coherent just yet.

“Wha–? Hahh, nng—!” Wukong squeezed his eyes shut and shook his head, teeth clenched against the periodic moans trying to escape. He shifted about, trying to kick his way out, and in the process closed his legs to his audience, whom he hadn't noticed yet.

The blocked view certainly wouldn't do! Macaque was quick to rectify this with a little more shadow magic; from the bindings around Wukong's knees came a long, firm line that pushed on Wukong's limbs until they were spread apart. The bar stayed there spreading Wukong wide open for them all to see again, and this finally seemed to catch Wukong's attention.

His eyes fell upon four of his dearest friends, his family, in various states of undress, the fifth of whom he could tell from the grunts alone was the one missing from his sight. He could now recognize the lust in their eyes, electrifying and disgusting him. His wriggling intensified, humiliation burning through him, wanting him to escape and hide from their piercing stares. He tried to break through the shadow bonds, something he could normally do so easily, but the poison in his system rendered him sluggish and weak. Tears pricked his eyes as shame and betrayal swirled in a horrible cocktail in his chest. Bull King barely stuttered in his thrusting.

“Awe, he's awake,” Peng cooed.

“Good thing,” Tusk added. “It would've been horrible if he'd slept through all of our worshipping.”

“Speak for yourself,” Macaque grumbled. “There's nothing better than fucking him while he sleeps and getting away with him nonethewiser.”

Wukong reacted and Bull King laughed. “Oo, the whore got all tight when you said that, simian! Who knew the Monkey King liked to be raped in his sleep!”

“N–No, that's not—” Wukong tried to say, but Bull King slammed him down to the hilt and cut off his words. Wukong's eyes crossed and his mouth fell open, treating the rest of the brotherhood to an utterly beautiful visage. He let out a high, vibrating noise that especially affected Macaque, if the way he immediately jolted, groaned, and palmed at his crotch meant anything. If the others had been looking, they would've noticed his momentary shame at having cum untouched, but luckily for Macaque's pride, Wukong was the center of attention, as always.

“You don't have to be so shy, king,” Bull King rumbled, going back to his steady thrusting, still keeping himself stationary while he moved Wukong. “We're going to show you ecstasy no other being could ever hope to perform.”

Wukong sobbed, shaking his head profusely. “Le–Let me go!” he cried. “P–Please, I don't—!”

Bull King laughed, cutting Wukong off. “You don't what? Want this? Your pretty cunt begs to differ.” 

Bull King sunk Wukong down to the base of his cock again, drawing a wheeze from the poor king, before shifting his grip so he could once again touch Wukong's pussy. He swiped his fingers through Wukong's lower lips, the loud schlick practically echoing around them. Wukong writhed on Bull King's cock at the sudden, quick friction on his sensitive sex.

“Look at you,” Bull King rumbled low in Wukong's ear. “Practically bouncing on my cock and dripping your slick everywhere. Look—you’re already forming a puddle below us.”

Wukong shuddered and did not look. He shook his head and bit his lip to try and stop the noises escaping him. Bull King continued to swipe his fingers through Wukong's folds.

“We know you've been yearning for us,” Bull King said. “Just as we've yearned for you. We're finally giving you what you want.”

Wukong shook his head even harder, now squeezing his eyes shut. He could feel the coil in his gut tightening and his body reacted accordingly despite his wishes. His hips jerked into Bull King's hand, causing his cock to shift within Wukong too. His breathing turned ragged, gasping moans wrenching themselves from his throat and increasing in volume. The brotherhood watched with bated breath, knowing something so utterly beautiful was about to happen, and Wukong could feel their stares burning into his flesh.

Finally, he could take no more.

Wukong thrusted down hard onto Bull King's cock and threw his head back with a loud, high moan as he finally came. His cunt and ass spasmed, drawing a groan from Bull King and causing his fingers to pause. Wukong let out a frustrated cry and ground his hips desperately into Bull King's fingers, wanting his orgasm high to linger, but several seconds later, he wondered why he would do that when he wished the pleasure to stop. It was as if his body was acting on its own instinct to further its pleasure, regardless of the want its owner had.

Bull King laughed and moved his fingers for the poor whore once more. “See? What whore would do that if he did not want it. We know you better than yourself, dear king… Let us show you.”

“No, no!” Wukong cried and shook his head. “I didn't, I didn’t move, why–?”

“Looks like poor Peaches is feeling so good he can't even control his body!” Macaque laughed.

“Poor king doesn’t even realize how much he yearns for us,” said Azure. “How good that we’re here to provide what he needs.”

The teasing was mean, for the brotherhood knew why Wukong acted this way. The poison they'd slipped into Wukong's cup wasn't only one to weaken and put him to sleep. It also contained an enchantment that loosened his willpower and control over his body—he would be unable to hide his true reactions, the ones he hid due to shame and hurt. If he felt good because Bull King played with his pussy and stopped, his body would squirm and writhe for it to continue, even if Wukong wished for that reaction to be locked away.

There would be no hiding from them.

Bull King replaced his wet hand onto Wukong's hip and began to move him with fervor once more. Wukong's writhing continued, and through gasps, he begged, “Please, too much, a second, gimme a second!”

Bull King bellowed with laughter, keeping the same pace even as the poor king struggled and cried. “Dear king, you can't expect me to pause when I have such a luxurious toy wrapped around my cock!”

Wukong reacted again, choking on his air, and Bull King laughed once more.

“Oh, it is too much! I won't believe another word out of your mouth about not wanting this when you squeeze me so tightly. You react so beautifully to my bed talk.” His next words were a low rumble in Wukong's ear. “Sit pretty and make me cum. Watch as the others see you filled with my seed.”

There was little more Wukong could do but writhe and cry.

He came once more as Bull King used him, his whole body tensing and grinding himself down upon the cock invading him. Bull King had paused briefly, Wukong's channel becoming too tight to move in, but the second the tension lessened, Bull King was moving him again. His cries were so high and pretty, even those with only one set of ears were affected. It was an addicting sound, a dangerous sound. One could get obsessed with it, grow a need to hear it over and over and over…

Finally, Bull King's show came to a close.

The way he thrusted Wukong down began to stutter. His thrusts began to linger with his cock fully sheathed. Wukong could feel the way Bull King throbbed within him, could tell it was reaching its limit. His body yearned to be stuffed full, to feel Bull King's seed fill his insides and bloat his stomach. It wanted Wukong to be taking him from the hilt when it happened, and thus his channel would squeeze as Bull King thrust Wukong down, trying to lock him there for when he inevitably burst. Wukong cursed his body for betraying him, for caving to such a carnal desire of his to be bred and used.

Luckily for the slut in Wukong's mind, its wish came true.

Bull King gave one final, harsh thrust down, pressing Wukong so far down his cock Wukong could swear he felt Bull King's balls pressing against him, and finally, he came.

Spurt after spurt of Bull King's seed came forth, and the growing, incomprehensible fullness caused Wukong's eyes to cross and roll. His mouth fell open, the smallest of grins twitching at his lips. Not for the first time, and certainly not for the last, the others wished there was a way to document his visage to gaze upon later.

Wukong's body jolted and jerked every so often as he sat, speared by Bull King's cock. Each movement would drag a squeak and aborted moan from the poor king. His poor cunt was throbbing so deliciously still, too, begging for something to fill it. It was more than they all could take. 

Semen began to leak out from around Bull's dick. His cock was still hard and throbbing within Wukong, and he yearned to go another round. He wondered what other sounds he could have the slut make before his cock was finally satisfied. He wondered if he could get Wukong to go from begging Bull to stop to begging Bull to never pull out. He could almost hear it now, as if it wouldn't be a hard change to accomplish.

Alas, they had an agreement. So Bull King mournfully lifted Wukong from his cock. Wukong whined as the long, thick appendage shifted and slid against his sensitive walls. For fun, Bull King kept him sitting on the head of Bull cock. After but a moment, Wukong began to squirm and writhe, and Bull knew he must be trying to wriggle back down upon it, for why would he wish to leave the cock that made his body sing so well?

Finally, Bull popped Wukong off of him. With this action, came a beautiful burst of semen spilling down onto the ground. Wukong's hole was painted white and was stretched and throbbing. It was truly a sight to behold, and the others couldn't wait to get their hands on him to make their own mark on their beloved king.

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Bull met Azure's eye, who nodded in return and stepped forward, arms outstretched.

Wukong did little more than fight weakly as he was passed from Bull King to Azure, the shadows slipping from his limbs as they were no longer needed. They crawled down his body and squeezed and pinched him as they left icy cold trails in their wake, before finally slipping away. Azure cradled him close as he situated himself on the ground with Wukong in his lap, wet cunt directly pressed against Azure's bulging skirt. He warmed the chill Macaque’s shadows had left immediately.

Azure caressed Wukong's cheek as Wukong trembled and sniffled. He avoided eye contact with Azure, staring down at their chests, but Azure forced Wukong's head up to lock gazes.

“You're so beautiful,” Azure purred, drawing a pitiful keen from Wukong, before leaning in for a kiss.

Wukong's mouth stayed pressed together as Azure kissed him. Azure tried to lick into Wukong's mouth, but Wukong stayed firm, trembling and weak as he was. 

Azure hummed, then dipped his hand down to Wukong's ass, which still leaked Bull King's cum. He plunged two fingers easily inside, causing Wukong's head to tip back and a surprised cry to tear his lips apart.

“You moan so good for me…” Azure said with reverence. He continued to finger Wukong's abused ass and, in lieu of meeting his mouth, took the opportunity to bite and kiss Wukong's fully exposed neck. 

Wukong's eyes were rolled back in his head, and he couldn't help fucking himself back onto Azure's thick fingers. The movement made him also grind his naked, spread cunt against Azure's bulge, causing his clit and inner lips friction against the rough material of Azure's clothes. Azure's sharp fangs against his neck, scraping and threatening puncture, made his fear instincts go wild, only lighting up his body more.

Finally, Azure kissed his way up to Wukong's mouth. He used his other hand to direct Wukong's head into a better angle and immediately slipped his tongue inside. Wukong's moans became muted and breathless. The scrape of Azure’s barbs against Wukong’s soft tongue and gums sent shivers down Wukong’s spine. 

Azure leaned his king back so he could tower over Wukong, inadvertently forcing Wukong to sit on Azure's hand and pushing his fingers even deeper. Wukong's hands grabbed desperately at Azure's fur, trying to find any way to ground himself and keep him upright, and Azure adored the way his king scrambled.

Azure used the hand inside of Wukong to encourage him to grind more enthusiastically, and in unison, also began to thrust his hips. As they humped into each other, Wukong's hands finally found a grip they liked, grabbing at the fur on Azure's chest, and he resigned himself to being directed. His moans increased, still muffled from the passionate kiss he was forced into, as the pressure inside his gut began to build once more. Azure growled as his own pleasure built, his neglected cock finally experiencing the friction he'd been denying it.

“Hm… Does it count if he cums without even fucking him?” Macaque asked, nonchalant.

“For fairness, I think yes,” Peng responded. “Why should he get to cum twice during his round with Wukong? It'd be his own fault if he didn't get to the best part.”

Azure, having overheard them, stopped his grinding and enthusiastic kissing short. Though his hand had stopped, Wukong's own movement had not, desperately fucking himself onto Azure's hand and grinding on his bulge. Azure grumbled as he moved to kiss at Wukong's neck again, slow and easy, making Wukong whimper as the sudden change in tempo confused and upset him.

“Don't worry, my sweet,” Azure purred, now nuzzling into Wukong's cheek. “I'll let you cum soon…”

Wukong let out a sob, and Azure glanced up to see tears in his king's eyes. He cooed, and as Wukong blinked, a single drop slid down his cheek. Azure licked it away.

Then, Azure pulled away from Wukong and began maneuvering him around. His king was squirming in his hands, but for the most part, was pliant as he was moved – no doubt wishing Azure would get on with it. 

He laid Wukong so he was on his knees, legs spread and ass in the air, face pressed into the ground. He moved Wukong's tail, which had shifted to cover his gaping ass and quivering cunt, away and leaned in to kiss Wukong's weeping pussy. He gripped Wukong's tail tightly by the base as he did, knowing it was a weak spot of Wukong's, and gave a few firm licks from clit to hole with his rough tongue. It caused Wukong to jolt every time with a cute, cut off squeak. 

Finally, Azure rose to his knees. Still holding Wukong's tail, he shimmied down his skirt to free his aching cock and immediately pressed its hot length against Wukong's cunt. Wukong moaned as he felt it throb against his own aching core and wriggled his hips instinctively.

“Eager, aren't we?” Azure chuckled. Wukong only hid his face in the ground, embarrassed by how his body reacted. Azure couldn't help another coo at how adorable his beloved was before finally lining up the tip of his cock with Wukong's hot pussy.

Azure leaned down and grabbed Wukong's hands, his palms against the back of Wukong's, and pulled them so Wukong's arms were stretched out above his head. (Their brothers grumbled slightly as their view was blocked; at least Bull King had been kind enough to give them a full viewing). This position left Wukong bent at a steeper angle, and also allowed Azure to hold Wukong's hands while they, in his mind, made love.

Then, he plunged inside. 

Wukong let out a high wheeze as he was suddenly entered by Azure's thick cock. His length was bigger than the toy Wukong had created earlier to play with, making Azure’s intrusion sting in all the right ways. The spines along his cock scraped at Wukong’s impenetrable flesh, pressing further against Wukong’s sensitive channel and acting more like the ribbing along a dildo.

Wukong’s eyes rolled back as Azure entered him, and his mouth fell open again. He clenched down hard around Azure’s cock, but Azure just forced himself deeper, gritting his teeth against his king’s squeezing cunt. 

How heavenly he felt… Azure could already feel the addiction forming.

Wukong wasn't given any time to adjust. Only moments after Azure bottomed out was he pulling out to truly begin his round. His thrusts were faster than Bull King had gone, and surprisingly rougher. His barbs scratched so delightfully at Wukong’s flesh, it made the poor king louder than he’d been with Bull. Azure positioned his head to the right of Wukong's so he could grunt and moan right into his king's ear.

With how close they were, Azure couldn't fuck Wukong tip to knot as Bull King had done. He wanted a more intimate round, one where he held Wukong and praised him over and over. And of course, he did this fervently.

Breathlessly, he whispered his reverence to Wukong, first of how wonderful he felt, how wet, how tight, how warm, but then also of the more innocent variety. He spoke of the little things he noticed Wukong did, the quirks that endeared him, the characteristics he admired. Wukong was left reeling from it all, the hot pleasure in his cunt, the honeyed words that made him all gooey inside, the fear that would spark every time Azure’s claws or fangs brushed what, for the first time in forever, felt like vulnerable flesh.

When Wukong cummed, his pussy squeezed around Azure’s cock, forcing a grunt out of the lion that had him pausing his quick strikes, buried deep inside with his knot pushing firmly against Wukong’s entrance. Wukong was whimpering, arms, legs, and tail trying to flail about, but Azure just shushed him as he reached a hand down to swipe at Wukong’s clit. This prolonged Wukong’s orgasm, caused him to spasm more and cry out. Wukong shook his head, overwhelmed as his orgasm began to subside, but his sensitive bud was still mercilessly touched.

“Az–Azu–Azure, please, too much, it’s too—” Wukong begged.

His free hand flew down to pull at Azure’s hand, but he was still too weak to do anything but weakly grasp Azure’s wrist. Azure pressed Wukong’s other hand down further as it fought for freedom, and he rumbled in Wukong’s ear, “I’m sorry, dear, but you sound too adorable for me to stop.”

With that, Azure began to thrust his hips again, the loud slaps of skin meeting skin echoing around them. Wukong dug his claws into Azure’s wrist, but Azure paid it no mind, continuing to fervently swipe Wukong’s now-abused clit while his hot length carved through Wukong’s pussy like it belonged there.

Wukong’s voice pitched up once more, pleasured cries ripped from his throat with every thrust in, occasionally interspersed with begs for Azure to at least pause, give him a minute, let him calm. Every time, Azure would just tell Wukong how pretty he sounded, how good he felt, how he wished to have Wukong cum on his cock for hours and hours without end.

It was not long before Wukong was forced to that peak once more. His cry as release slammed into him was the highest he’d sounded, and his whole body tensed violently. His head flew back against Azure’s shoulder as his body tried to force him off his knees, only succeeding in fucking back onto Azure’s cock.

Once again Wukong’s pussy clamped deliciously around Azure, nearly stealing his orgasm from him as well, but he held on. The same could not be said of Wukong, who not only came, but squirted.

Hot liquid sprayed from Wukong’s urethra onto the stone below. Wukong’s legs visibly shook with the effort, a high cry sounding from him, before finally he dropped back down to his knees, spent. His head fell to the ground and his tongue lolled out of his mouth as he panted.

“Incredible…” Azure whispered thickly. The others echoed his sentiments, Macaque a bit roughly, as he’d spilled in his pants once more. Azure nuzzled into the side of Wukong’s face. “You’ve been doing so well, my love. So good for me, taking my cock so well…”

Wukong whimpered and turned his head to hide in the ground, not wanting to hear Azure’s praise.

“Unfortunately, I’m nearing my limit,” Azure continued. “If I had my way, I’d lay with you until the sun rose…”

He sighed dreamily. Wukong shuddered at the thought of Azure railing him through the night.

“Anyway… hold on, my love. I am almost finished.”

Azure pressed a slow kiss to Wukong’s head before taking Wukong’s hands and pinning them above his head again. He ducked his head against where Wukong’s neck and shoulder met. He took a deep breath, and then he began to truly fuck Wukong.

Immediately, Wukong began to cry out, the fervor with which Azure fucked him too much for his oversensitive pussy and body. He writhed beneath Azure, trying to free his arms and move away with his legs, but Azure’s grip and weight kept him fully pinned and helpless. Azure then opened his mouth and rested his sharp teeth against Wukong’s skin, just hard enough to push indents into Wukong’s flesh, which once again heightened Wukong’s fear and sensitivity.

Azure reveled in the way Wukong wriggled and squirmed beneath him. He knew he was bringing his beloved such pleasure and in turn, that brought himself pleasure. He was buzzing with euphoria over his success, and he wished he could whisk Wukong away to make good on his desire to fuck him til morning.

Azure’s knot began to inflate and in response, he bit further down into Wukong’s flesh. With every quick thrust inside, his knot pressed harder and harder against Wukong’s entrance, threatening to break through. Azure knew it wasn’t wise to let his knot pop within Wukong when there were other rounds needing to be completed, but Azure wasn’t concerned with the others at that point.

With each thrust, he pushed harder and harder to press his knot inside, physically rocking the two of them to use more leverage to succeed. The others murmured to themselves about Azure’s change in demeanor, but he paid them no mind. All he was focused on was the gorgeous body beneath him and how he wanted to bring it as much pleasure as possible.

Finally, his prayers were answered. His knot slipped past the tight ring of Wukong’s entrance and glided Azure fully inside. As he pulled out and thrusted back in, the knot went easily, even as it inflated further and further.

Wukong’s cries turned ragged and wretched. The sound would crescendo every time Azure’s knot broke through. His fight had subsided, now just weak jolts of his arms and legs, and his eyes had rolled back in his head. There was a puddle of drool next to his open mouth.

Azure felt the coil within his gut get tighter and tighter. He dug his teeth harder into Wukong’s skin, his face scrunching up with his own blinding pleasure, and a growl began to rumble in the back of his throat.

Wukong’s fur stood on end at the predatory noise just behind him, and a frightened chirp escaped him unbidden. His fight started up again momentarily, a last desperate attempt at escape, but Azure just bit him harder, growled louder, and Wukong went limp.

Azure felt a sudden burst of copper on his tongue, and as his knot breached Wukong once again, the coil in his gut released.

Azure’s eyes flew open and rolled back as he began to cum deep, deep within Wukong. His knot fully inflated and locked him in place, but that didn’t stop him from giving instinctual half-thrusts to milk his cock further. Wukong throbbed tightly around him, letting out a long moan as he was once again filled to the brim with cum, and though he was sensitive and high-strung, he had not cum again.

Azure gave a few last thrusts before finally relaxing. He released Wukong’s shoulder from his mouth with a ragged gasp and panted in Wukong’s ear. Wukong whimpered as he felt the stretch of Azure’s huge knot, the way his cock throbbed within him. He felt bloated and full, and as he remembered Bull King’s load in his ass, he let out a low, ragged moan.

“So good…” Azure praised. “Soo warm, so nice, so pretty…”

Azure began to lick at Wukong’s face and mane. Wukong couldn’t help but lean into it with another moan, the feeling relaxing and soothing, which was a welcome experience after being so overwhelmed before.

“Alright, get offa him,” Macaque grumbled.

Azure glanced up with a small glare, not wanting his intimate moment with Wukong to be interrupted quite yet.

Macaque scoffed. “Don’t hog him, the rest of us want our turn already.”

Azure then recalled his situation and winced. “Ah… about that…”

The others were quiet for a moment before Bull King let out a loud guffaw.

“You knotted him!” he laughed.

The others had looked at Bull King when he’d laughed, but now looked at Azure with shock.

“Dick move!” Peng added, but they were smiling, clearly more amused than annoyed.

The same could not be said of Macaque, who glared harder. “Asshole. Now we have to wait longer!”

“My apologies,” Azure rumbled, only slightly sorry. “It’s hard to think for others’ sakes when he’s within grasp like this…” He glanced down at Wukong, who was still out of it, panting and whimpering. He had a thought and grinned.

He removed his hands from Wukong’s limp ones and wrapped his arms around Wukong’s middle. Then, he began to raise himself on his knees, settling back on his heels. Wukong whined as gravity sunk him further down on Azure’s cock. Azure leaned Wukong back against his chest and rubbed his stomach, shushing him. Then he looked at the others and grinned.

“Quite the image, no?” he asked.

It was true—like this, Wukong was wide open before them. His legs were spread by Azure’s thighs, and Azure was big enough that Wukong’s knees couldn’t touch the ground, making it so he was nearly fully supported by the cock stretching his cunt wide, with Azure’s arms making up the difference. They could see his cute, swollen clit fully from how his pussy lips were pulled apart. His body quivered from the rough round he’d been subjected to, and his skin glowed with the pretty sheen of sweat. His fur was even mused, ruffled, and clumping in some places, giving him a mighty disheveled look – quite unfit for a king.

Azure hummed with amusement as the disappointment left the others’ faces as their gazes trailed up and down Wukong’s body. He nuzzled the side of Wukong’s head as he trailed his hands down to grab Wukong’s wrists.

“My king, take a look at your adoring subjects…” he murmured as he pulled Wukong’s hands up and behind Azure’s head, fully exposing Wukong’s body and now leaving him with only Azure’s cock keeping him up.

Wukong blinked slowly, needing more time to come back to himself. After several seconds, Wukong whined and his eyes finally focused as his head lolled forward enough so he could see the rest of the brotherhood.

He caught one of their lustful gazes dead on and whined again, ducking his head down to avoid it. However, this made him notice his current situation: seated fully on Azure’s knot, fully nude and exposed, with his legs with no leverage and his arms pulled away.

Wukong whined louder, shaking his head and squirming on Azure’s cock. His strength still hadn’t come back, so all this did was make his body roll erotically. His heavy breasts swayed, and his wriggling only made Azure’s barbed cock shift within him.

He could feel their gazes burning into his flesh. His skin crawled and his fur stood on end. His mind raced with what they could be thinking, all the lecherous things they could say about his body or they could do with him. His head fell back against Azure’s shoulder as he bit his lip against a sob. His hips rolled on Azure’s cock, throbbing with every heartbeat. He was electrified simply from their gazes and the thought of their thoughts, the feeling only supported by Azure’s cock stretching, scraping, and throbbing within him.

Wukong moaned occasionally as he writhed and half-bounced. He murmured pleas for them to stop looking at him like that as he weakly tried to free himself from Azure’s grip. He wished to cover himself to stop their gazes, but he only looked more appealing to everyone in doing so.

The others murmured to themselves, awed by how he seemed pleasured simply by their stares. 

“Mmng… haah…” Wukong whimpered. He shook his head over and over, his bouncing growing more erratic. Their eyes were locked onto him, breath held as they knew they were about to witness something utterly magical.

Suddenly, his back arched harshly and he let out a truly beautiful moan. His cunt tightened deliciously around Azure’s cock, drawing a ragged grunt from him, as Wukong came practically untouched. A little bit of liquid squirted from him onto the ground in front, and then Wukong slumped, panting heavily.

Everyone stared with shock at their beloved king.

“Did he just….” Tusk murmured.

“Well, he was moving on Azure’s dick, but…” said Peng.

“Oh, my king ,” said Azure as he released Wukong’s arms and hugged him tight, now pinning them to his sides. “You’re too much, my love. I can’t get enough of you. You’re so cute….”

Wukong whined and squeezed his eyes shut. “No, stop, don’t talk about it—”

“How could we not!” Azure protested. “To cum just from all of us appreciating your beauty as you’re so artfully exposed and filled… you’re everything to us, my king…”

“Stop!” Wukong sobbed, shaking his head. “I don't wanna hear it, just—!”

“Awe, poor darling,” Peng purred. “There's no need to feel embarrassed! Of course you would feel so good being worshipped by your soulmates that even their gazes fill you with ecstasy. It's only natural….”

Wukong's head was spinning. The humiliation and betrayal mixed in his stomach in a horrible cocktail of discomfort, and the way they all kept speaking to and about him only confused him more. They kept praising him, kept professing their love either directly or indirectly – like just now, calling the six of them soulmates, while they violated him intimately. They poisoned and stripped him, forcing him open like this and made his body sing so wonderfully, but—

“Just embrace it…” Azure rumbled low in his ear. “We make you feel so good, in ways you didn’t know you could. We love you, Wukong. And you love us.”

Wukong shivered and his heart and cunt gave a simultaneous, pitiful squeeze. He didn’t want to listen, but as his body began to squirm, shifting Azure’s cock inside him again, he knew which side his body had taken.

Chapter Text

“Well,” Tusk began, “since we are going to be here for a little longer…” He stepped forward, tugging at the hem of his skirt. “You don’t mind if I begin my turn, yes?”

“Not at all,” Azure agreed.

“Yes,” mumbled Wukong tearfully.

Everyone cooed at him. Azure hugged him tighter and nuzzled the side of his head, and Wukong flinched away.

“Don't worry, love, I know you can handle me.” Tusk revealed his own cock finally, thicker than Azure's, but shorter than Bull King's it seemed. Wukong’s eyes bulged at the sight of it as Tusk stepped up to them. Tusk hummed, amused. “Do you like what you see, king?”

Wukong swallowed and looked up at Tusk. Instead of answering, Wukong asked, “What… What are you going to do with me?”

Tusk lifted a hand and Wukong flinched as he gently ran it through Wukong’s mane. He moved close enough that his cock pressed against Wukong’s face, obscuring one half of it with its girth. “What indeed?”

Wukong shuddered and Tusk grinned.

“Be a dear and open wide for me, okay?”

Wukong closed his eyes and grimaced. Azure nuzzled the side of Wukong’s head again. “Come now, dear king, won’t you service your loyal subject? Only until my knot goes down, I promise.”

Wukong slowly opened his eyes and swallowed heavily. Then, he allowed his mouth to fall open.

Tusk hummed. “Good boy…”

Wukong shuddered again as Tusk directed the head of his cock to Wukong’s wide-open mouth. Once it passed through Wukong’s lips, Wukong closed them around Tusk’s cock and weakly sucked.

Tusk hummed and tightened his grip on Wukong’s fur slightly. He held Wukong’s head in place as he shifted his hips so his cock would press into Wukong’s inner cheek. He pressed forward until Wukong’s cheek bulged out and ground into the soft, wet flesh. Tusk let out a low groan, allowing his eyes to fall shut and his head to tilt slightly back. 

Tusk didn't just stick to this side of Wukong's mouth. He liked to explore, shifting his hips in a slow, easy glide so his cock would press everywhere it had space for. He loved to bulge Wukong's cheeks the most, as it made Wukong look particularly cute, but he couldn't deny how ego-boosting it was to press directly forward as much as he could and make his pretty king gag on him. The sound Wukong would make, the way his tongue cupped Tusk's cock, how he could feel the way Wukong's throat seized around him… If he were crueller, he'd keep himself there for the expression Wukong gave him alone; a wide-eyed, tearful, begging sort, silently pleading for his airway to be freed. It was intoxicating.

Even with only part of Tusk's cock in Wukong's mouth, Wukong was having a difficult time keeping his gag down. It didn't help that Azure had his arms pinned; he couldn't grab hold of Tusk's hips for even a modicum of control. He could only sit there while Tusk used his mouth.

He squirmed on Azure's cock as his throat seized every once in a while, timed with when Tusk ground forward. His gagging caused saliva to flood his mouth and spill from the creases of his lips down his chin. His eyes welled up with tears as well, giving Tusk a truly beautiful visage to look down upon if he so chose.

“Look at him there,” Bull King began with a laugh. “He's going to make himself cum from sucking cock!”

“Only him,” Macaque murmured roughly.

Their voices were coming from a different direction from before, and Wukong's eyes darted to the side to see that the remaining brothers had moved so they could see the show better. 

An embarrassed noise choked in Wukong's throat as he squeezed his eyes shut and began to fight to hide away. Immediately, Tusk and Azure's grips tightened to keep him in place, and Wukong couldn't help the moan that escaped him. Tusk forced Wukong's head back, pulling deliciously on Wukong's scalp, and Azure's iron-like grip that dug into his flesh and rendered him practically immobile caused a horrible wave of arousal to spread through him.

“Easy there, easy…” Azure purred as he ducked his head and nuzzled Wukong's neck. His tongue lolled out and began to lick at the wound he'd left.

“Good king,” Tusk murmured. “Calm down, it's okay….”

Wukong whimpered and slowly blinked. A tear dripped from his eye that had Tusk cooing.

Tusk's grip lightened and he ran his massive fingers through Wukong's mane again, over and over. Wukong hated how nice it felt.

Azure was beginning to get more worked up. His body rolled very slightly as he licked at Wukong's shoulder, making his knot tug more at Wukong's entrance. His arms shifted as well. He was still pinning Wukong's own arms down, but had moved them so one of his hands gripped the heavy breast on Wukong's opposite side and the other dipped down toward Wukong's groin. Azure kneaded Wukong's breast firmly, worked up enough that his claws had emerged and were scraping against Wukong's flesh. His hand finished its descent and began to circle Wukong's swollen clit.

Wukong began to moan, his wet eyes fluttering, and Tusk took that opportunity to direct his cock straight forward. The sound immediately became choked and morphed into a gag that had Wukong writhing the longer it went on.

Tusk's face was pinched with pleasure himself, but though he throbbed within Wukong's tight mouth, he was nowhere near finishing.

Wukong's body jolted every few seconds, either due to the pleasure in his groin or from instinctually jerking away from what blocked his airway. Tears fell more and more frequently from his eyes, reddening them and finally smearing the eye makeup he wore. His gaze pleaded with Tusk every time it managed to focus on him, and despite this, Tusk only felt the desire to be more mean.

Tusk hummed, lifting his other hand and delicately tracing it around one side of Wukong's face. Wukong flinched as he first laid large, rough fingers against soft, beautiful skin. Starting at Wukong’s temple, he trailed two fingers down the curve of Wukong’s face. As he neared Wukong’s chin, he instead moved up, brushing against the corner of Wukong’s mouth. He swirled around Wukong’s cheek, squishing into the fat and humming at how cute his king looked. He trailed back up, circling Wukong’s eye socket and making his poor king flinch. He slowly brushed his fingertips just under Wukong’s eye, finding surprise at how he enjoyed the momentary flickers of fear and uncertainty. Finally, as he was brushing against Wukong’s eyebrow again, he broke off toward Wukong’s nose. He ended his exploration with his fingers trailing down the bridge of Wukong’s nose, where they parted and rested on either side.

Wukong couldn't seem to gather the brain cells needed to figure out what Tusk was doing; Azure's touches and the heavy cock half-choking him stole away his attention. It wasn't until Tusk's fingers began to pinch together that Wukong understood.

He got half of a jerk in before his last airway was taken away. Already, the lack of new oxygen started to burn in his throat, and his fighting started up with renewed vigor.

Azure held tightly to Wukong and Tusk tightened his grip on Wukong's hair to keep him in place as best he could. 

Despite his fighting, he was clearly into it. Wukong's cunt fluttered as he was suffocated, and his jolting made him roll and bounce on Azure's cock even more, making the knot tug at his entrance deliciously. Azure growled at the feeling and instinctively sped up his swipes at Wukong’s clit. His teeth bared and pressed against Wukong’s shoulder, reminding him of the damage those sharp fangs could do. Fear swirled through his stomach, boosting his ecstasy and making his fighting even more desperate.

The view from outside was beautiful. Wukong was desperately bouncing on Azure’s knot while choking, gasping sounds emanated from him, muffled from around Tusk’s cock. His fluttering eyes looked especially demure and pretty, and the rest of them burned with jealousy that Tusk was the one experiencing that gaze head on.

Tusk himself was staring intently down at Wukong. His unblinking gaze bore into Wukong’s, no longer focused on any pleasure of his. Wukong found he couldn’t look away. All he could do was jolt and jerk and watch as his fighting did nothing, as his gaze began to grey at the edges and blur more and more. Through the ringing in his ears, he could barely hear Tusk muttering, “ Come on, come on…. ”

Wukong didn’t know what he was referring to, nor did he care at the moment. Wukong was so focused on his need to breathe and break out of their grips that he hadn’t noticed the coil tightening in his gut the whole time.

Wukong’s fight began to subside, losing the battle against consciousness. The others began to shift uncomfortably, wondering if they should step in – it wouldn’t do to actually hurt their beloved after all. But no one wanted to spoil their brother’s fun, so they stayed where they were.

Wukong began to slump back against Azure, now only weakly jolting with every attempt to breathe.

Azure glanced up at Tusk. “Brother—”

“A little longer.”

Tusk pinched Wukong’s nose harder, ground his cock the slightest bit further in. Wukong choked, jerked once more, and when finally he was feeling the last of his consciousness slip, the coil burst.

Wukong’s body gave a violent jerk and shudder, head thrown back, as he came hard once more, squirting harshly, and Tusk immediately released Wukong’s nose and relieved his throat and mouth of his cock.

Wukong, still in the throes of a violent orgasm, took in a large, ragged breath, and writhed on Azure’s cock, bouncing and shuddering. He began to cough and sob violently, eyes rolled back with his ecstasy.

Azure kept swiping at Wukong’s clit to work him through his orgasm, and he gripped Wukong’s body and breast tightly. He nuzzled at Wukong’s head again, cooing and purring, “It’s alright, it’s alright, you did so good, so good…”

Tusk stepped forward and cupped Wukong’s face. Wukong hiccupped and sobbed, chest still heaving, as he began to come down, and Tusk shushed him gently.

“Lovely king, you did so well, so good. My good, good boy, shhh, it’s alright. Deep breaths, slow and steady…”

Wukong gave a particularly ragged sob and leaned toward Tusk. Azure released his tight hold so Tusk could wrap Wukong up in an embrace. Tusk gently rubbed up and down Wukong’s back and allowed Wukong to nuzzle desperately into his chest. It warmed Tusks’s insides to have been sought out after he was the one who had scared Wukong so. Clearly, Wukong trusted him, knew that though he pushed, Tusk would never do anything to truly hurt his beloved.

Azure sat back and admired where he and Wukong were still connected as Wukong sobbed and was comforted by Tusk. He rested his weight back on his hands, though as he admired Wukong’s rear, he shifted the weight to one hand so his other could come up and caress one of Wukong’s cheeks. 

Wukong’s body flinched, tail flicking, but didn’t turn back due to being held by Tusk. Azure massaged the supple flesh, enjoying how his fingers sunk into Wukong’s fat. He envisioned himself grabbing two handfuls and using them as leverage to fuck Wukong down upon his cock over and over, but he refrained. He knew Wukong would need a moment, and besides, his turn was up. He wouldn’t even still be sitting here if it weren’t for his knot.

Speaking of which…

Azure subtly pushed on Wukong’s ass to lift it from his cock enough to see his knot. Lo and behold, though his cock was still hard, his knot had deflated enough that he definitely could slip free from Wukong’s intoxicating cunt. Unfortunate for him, who yearned to keep himself sheathed within Wukong at all hours of the day, but fortunate for Tusk, who had yet to cum and whose turn it still was.

Wukong’s crying had subsided to mere whimpers now. Tusk was still rubbing his back and cooing at him. Wukong was now hiding more than seeking comfort. He was mortified that he had reached out at all; it was Tusk who had nearly made him pass out, after all, who had choked and gagged him on that massive cock of his. Why would Wukong seek comfort from him of all people? Why would he seek comfort from any of them? His supposed brothers who had poisoned and assaulted him, who used him like a toy…

“Good news,” Azure said, then added, “For you, at least.”

Tusk hummed. “You’ve been freed?”

“Unfortunately.” Azure smiled. “If you’re ready, I can remove myself from the scene now.”

Tusk moved his hand to Wukong’s head where he ran his fingers through Wukong’s fur. “My love,” he murmured. “Are you ready to continue?”

Wukong whined, knowing if he were to say no, he probably wouldn’t be listened to. 

“I agree,” Tusk said. “Let’s move on then.”

Azure nodded then grabbed onto Wukong’s waist, with Tusk stepping back enough that there was space, but that Wukong was still within grasp. With the speed of a glacier, he pulled Wukong up and off his cock, making the most of his time. When his knot popped free, Wukong jolted, and Wukong’s mouth fell open as Azure’s length was removed.

Azure lingered with his head still inside Wukong, adoring the way Wukong quivered and throbbed around him, but a scathing get on with it from Macaque finally had him pulling all the way out of his dear king’s cunt. 

His cock was soaked with cum and slick alike. Immediately, his semen began to pearl at Wukong’s entrance, like it’d done with Bull King’s, and Azure grinned.

He looked up at Tusk and pushed Wukong toward him. “All yours!”

Tusk easily caught and supported Wukong as Azure slowly rose and groaned as his legs tingled and smarted. He joined the others, cock standing proud like Bull’s still did.

Tusk shifted Wukong so he was leaning fully against Tusk with one arm wrapped around the spent king and reached out his hand to Macaque.

“Macaque?” he began. “As promised?”

Macaque blinked, confused, then remembered what he’d begrudgingly agreed to. With a huff and a flick of his hand, shadows crawled up Tusk’s body to his hand where they solidified into a large, thick pillow.

Tusk nodded his thanks and knelt down, helping Wukong to do the same. He plopped the pillow down and sat upon it before directing Wukong into his lap, legs spread on either side of Tusk’s body. Tusk’s cock stood proud between them, throbbing and warm against Wukong’s stomach, and Wukong couldn’t help the arousal and fear that spread through him at being able to see just how deeply Tusk would reach if his cock penetrated straight through. He whimpered and his hips rolled forward without his permission, grinding his clit against Tusk’s thick length.

“Patience, my love,” Tusk murmured, amused. Despite this, Wukong’s hips wouldn’t listen to him and continued to roll forward erotically.

Tusk chuckled and held onto Wukong’s hips as he leaned backward until he was resting on his back. With the pillow below him, his hips were raised at some angle, which made it so the fat on his belly slid down toward his upper half more, allowing a bit more room for what was to come. For the moment, Wukong sat on Tusk’s thighs, until Tusk bent his knees up. 

Wukong slid forward until his cunt was once more pressed directly against Tusk’s hot cock and he moaned involuntarily, hips once more grinding against it of their own accord.

Tusk grinned at him before tightening his hold on Wukong’s hips and sliding him up Tusk’s body. Wukong failed at biting down more moans as his poor pussy dragged against Tusk’s cock. Wukong didn’t quite know what Tusk was doing, at least until his hips plopped onto Tusk’s belly and he was slid downward, where something thick and blunt pressed against his entrance.

One of Tusk's hands reached down and grabbed his cock. He rubbed its tip up and down Wukong's cunt, then chuckled under his breath.

“Where, oh where could that entrance be?” he teased, as if it weren't obvious with how Wukong's hole throbbed with every heartbeat against him.

Wukong’s hips involuntarily jolted back against Tusk’s cock, clearly willing it to finally break in. Wukong squeezed his stinging eyes shut, near tears again.

Finally, Tusk stopped his teasing and correctly aimed his head to Wukong’s twitching, stretched hole. With his remaining hand holding Wukong, he pushed his king back.

Wukong let out quiet little groans as Tusk’s cock pressed firmly against his entrance. He squirmed in place, ducking his head to hide his face in Tusk’s chest. He was utterly adorable!

Tusk’s head finally popped inside, causing Wukong to jolt and let out a choked, “Guh—!”

Tusk’s eyes rolled slightly at the tight squeeze around his sensitive dick, and his head fell back as he continued to push Wukong down as far as the tiny king could take him. The hand that had guided his cock in place moved to grab onto Wukong’s hip again to aid in the process.

It only took a few seconds for Wukong to be placed as far down as he could go, at least without him sitting up. Tusk basked in the feeling of his beloved throbbing around most of his dick, understanding immediately why Azure had let himself knot Wukong despite their whole arrangement. How could one willingly leave this heavenly cunt so easily?

Tusk looked down at Wukong and cooed, seeing his king still hiding and visibly trembling. His fists were clenched, laying next to either side of his head, and his body gave tiny jolts every few seconds. Tusk supposed they should be giving Wukong more of a break between rounds, since it was surely exhausting going from mind numbing pleasure to mind numbing pleasure, but Tusk couldn’t dredge up any true guilt over it.

Tusk was nearly ready to finish out his round, however he knew it was only fair to his brothers to let them see the show better. He moved his hands from Wukong’s hips to under his arms and lifted Wukong up easily. Wukong jolted again, this time in surprise, and his confusion allowed Tusk to maneuver him into position – sitting up on Tusk’s cock, sunk fully to the hilt; a truly tremendous feat! Their king was so kind to them, so talented.

Wukong looked beautiful as he was filled and stretched as deep and wide as he could get with Tusk. His eyes were fluttering and his mouth hung open, his face flushed the prettiest of hues. His chest heaved, drawing eyes to his pretty, glistening breasts. Further down, they could all swear they could see a slight distention of his stomach as well…

Tusk dropped his hands back to Wukong’s hips and asked, “Are you ready?”

Wukong hummed, lilting up like a question. His eyes blinked and his head tilted down heavily, where he met Tusk’s gaze. Still processing, his eyes drifted over to the others, whose stares still pierced him.

Something clicked in Wukong’s brain, and with a gasp, he curled in on himself, wrapping his arms around his chest to hide. Immediately, Macaque undid this, shadows pulling Wukong’s arms away and behind him, with a final tendril shooting up from the bindings and wrapping around Wukong’s neck from behind. It pulled on Wukong, making him lean the slightest bit backward, keeping his chest pressed outward and his spine arched.

Wukong cast a desperate, tearful glare at Macaque, who only grinned and returned his hand to his pants.

Before he could attempt anything else – not that anything he could do would help, given his weakened state – the hands on his hips tightened and he was easily lifted up Tusk’s cock to his head. Wukong’s glare fell away as his eyes rolled, attention immediately driven away as he was once more ruthlessly fucked.

With every thrust, Tusk would lift his hips at the same time he drove Wukong down, guaranteeing their bodies collide forcefully. His speed wasn’t the highest – couldn’t pound into Wukong like Azure could with his size and the position – but meeting Wukong’s hips with every slam down more than made up for it.

Every thrust dragged a ragged moan from their king’s throat. The forceful collision caused the fat on his body to bounce beautifully, especially affecting his breasts. The slap of their bodies meeting was immediately followed by the slap of Wukong’s titties falling back into place, giving everyone the desire to hold and save them from the harsh treatment.

Unlike the first two, Tusk remained quiet as he finished out his round. Besides any pleasured grunts or groans, he was entirely fixated on chasing his own pleasure and filling Wukong up as he deserved and needed.

Wukong on the other hand, as usual, was loud and shrill. The angle at which Tusk was fucking him seemed to be especially pleasurable for him, probably due to how Tusk laid. His cock must be perfectly caressing that precious bundle of nerves with every thrust in, and with how Wukong’s clit brushed against some of Tusk’s stomach, it must be a perfect combination.

“Tu-sk, Tusk–!” Wukong cried, voice warping with both movement and tears. “To-o–! Too fa-ast! P-Please, I–!”

Bull King let out a loud guffaw. “Now that can’t be right! The Monkey King, unable to keep up!”

“It seems we’ve found his weakness,” Peng purred. “Would be a shame if someone took advantage of that.”

“Yes, how fortunate that there’s only those loyal to him here,” Azure added. “Who knows what would happen if some dangerous demons were to get hold of that information.”

“Please–!” Wukong begged, but Tusk, who agreed with Bull’s sentiment that it was ridiculous Wukong could not handle this with all his strength and power, continued on as he had been.

It was not long before it was too much for the poor king again. The coil snapped and Wukong’s body jolted down on Tusk’s cock several times, a high moan ripping itself from Wukong’s throat. Tusk paused with himself fully sheathed to feel the throbbing wonder of Wukong’s orgasm around him. To aid his king’s pleasure, Tusk shifted a hand over so he could rub Wukong’s engorged clit.

When he finished, Wukong fell back against Tusk’s thighs, heavily panting and teary eyes looking toward the far distance. “Please…” he mumbled. “Enough… it’s too… too much…”

“Just a little longer, love,” Tusk responded, replacing his hand on Wukong’s hips and continuing where he left off. Wukong sobbed as overstimulation overwhelmed him.

It was not long before Tusk finally reached his limit. Wukong couldn’t deny his relief when he was slammed down to the base and was held there, even if it meant a second load was pumped deep inside his pussy. The strange feeling of being filled even more flooded euphoria through his veins, and another long, low moan escaped his lips.

Tusk relaxed, releasing his tight grip on Wukong, and let out a satisfied sigh. Wukong fell back against his thighs again, trembling. His pussy visibly throbbed around Tusk’s cock.

“Awe, look at the poor whore,” Peng cooed. “All spent after just three rounds!”

“We’ll have to train him better,” Bull agreed. “This type of performance is not suited to a king!”

Wukong whined.

Tusk hummed, considered his earlier thought about giving Wukong a break, and made his decision. He grabbed a hold of Wukong again and rolled to the side, making sure to brace Wukong so he wasn’t hurt. Once his dear king, confused and stunned by the sudden movement, was laying on his back, Tusk made his mournful exit from his king’s delicious pussy.

Wukong let out a harsh wheeze as he was suddenly, sorrowfully empty, and he went limp on the ground. Tusk sat up and admired the view; it was artful, the way Wukong laid and trembled. Perhaps that was just how Wukong looked all of the time: beautiful and picturesque.

“Well, Peng, he’s all yours,” Tusk said as he stood and made his way over to the group. Azure and Bull seemed somewhat stunned he could stand to leave their king without the prompting of the next in line (or the last). 

If Peng was similarly surprised, they showed nothing of it, besides perhaps a slight hum of acknowledgement. 

“Thank you, darling,” they said as they made their way over to the collapsed king.