The palace smelled of cedarwood, musk and heat- especially on nights like this, when the moon hung low and fully drenching the stone corridors in silver light. It was the King's rut. And tonight, the chosen consort- a trembling human boy named Eli- stood bare before his chamber doors, heart hammering like it wanted out of his chest.
He shouldn't be here. Not with him.
But Eli had been offered to King Theron as tribute- peace in exchange for flesh. A symbol of surrender from the bordering human lands. His delicate wrists were wrapped in golden cuffs, and thin silk hung from his hips, barely concealing the curve of his thighs or the smooth expanse of his back.
Behind the heavy doors, something
growled.
It wasn't human.
"Enter," came the voice- thick, guttural, and laced with something primal.
Eli stepped inside.
The heat hit him first. Like walking into a furnace. Braziers lined the walls, casting firelight over the carved stone throne where Theron lounged- bare-chested, broad, scarred, golden eyes burning through Eli like a predator watching prey.
He was enormous. His thick arms rested on the throne's arms like a lion surveying his territory. Even half-reclined, Theron's presence filled the room, dangerous and heavy.
"You're smaller than I expected," Theron said, voice rumbling.
Eli swallowed. "I- I was told to present myself."
The king's nostrils flared. He inhaled deeply- too deeply- and then his jaw clenched as something cracked in the air around him. He stood. All seven feet of muscle and rage and fur-lined power.
"You smell ripe," he growled, stepping down toward Eli. "Scared. Soft."
Eli took a step back.
Theron didn't allow it.
In one brutal movement, he was there- gripping Eli's jaw, tilting his head up. His claws didn't break skin, but the pressure was warning enough. His heat pressed close- his body radiating like a beast in the throes of instinct.
"You think this is a choice?" he asked low, dragging Eli's face near his. "You were given to me. Offered. And now, I'II claim what's mine."
Eli's breath hitched as Theron dragged the silk from his hips, letting it pool at his feet.
"Get on the bed."
Eli hesitated. Big mistake.
A growl tore through the air, and Theron grabbed him- threw him effortlessly onto the massive fur-lined bed. Before he could even scramble up, the king was on top of him, pressing his full weight down. Eli gasped, his legs spreading instinctively under the force of it.
"I'II take my time later," Theron snarled into his ear. "But tonight? I need to knot something tight and wet before I lose my mind."
And then Eli felt it.
Hot. Hard. Huge.
The beast between his thighs was already slick, already pulsing. Theron grabbed his wrists- pinning them above his head with one clawed hand while the other guided his cock down, forcing it between Eli's cheeks.
"No! Wait-"
A sharp thrust stole the breath from his lungs. Not all the way, not yet- but the sheer stretch made Eli arch up, gasping.
"You'll take all of it," Theron growled. "Every inch. Every knot. And when I breed you, you'll thank me."
Eli whimpered. His hole burned- stretching wider than ever before as inch after inch pushed inside. Theron's weigh didn't let up.
The bed creaked under the sheer power of his rutting, each thrust going deeper, claiming more.
Until-
The bulge.
Eli felt it before he saw it. A thick, swelling base grinding against his rim, pressing insistently. Theron was panting now, teeth bared, claws tightening.
"Relax," he ordered. "Or I'II force it."
"I-I can't-"
But he did.
One savage snap of his hips, and the knot popped in- Eli's scream muffled into the bed as his body seized, stretched past the point of sanity.
Theron snarled. full animal now, as he rutted l hard, the knot locking them together. Hot seed poured inside, flooding Eli's tight, spasming body as the King held him down, buried deep.
"You're mine now," he growled into his neck, biting- not hard enough to break skin, but enough to mark.
Eli couldn't speak. Couldn't move.
His belly felt heavy. Stuffed. Knot deep pulsing.
And Theron? He didn't stop.
"You'll sleep with me still inside you," he muttered. "Tomorrow, I'II mount you again. Until you're broken, leaking, addicted."
Eli moaned weakly beneath him, dazed, used- owned.
"Good pet," Theron growled, thrusting just enough to grind the knot and make him cry out again. "We start your training at dawn."