In Service of the Emperor - Full

 

"So, you want to be servant for the great Touma Tengu, do you?"

Sitting on a simple throne, the Tenguri emperor looks down at you as you kneel before him, ears flicking the air in annoyance. He crosses his legs as he inspects you, seemingly unconvinced of your worth, but he hasn't dismissed you yet.

"Yes, your highness! I want to help build your influence and wealth! Protect you from danger! Anything you need from me!" you exclaim, keeping your head lowered. You see the toe of his boot twitch a bit, but nothing else. 

"I do need capable hands to carry me to greatness..." Touma murmurs to himself, resting his chin on his hand, "Very well, if you'll submit yourself to an evaluation, I'll give you an opportunity to prove yourself."

"Of course, Emperor. What would you have me do?" you ask, looking up into his violet eyes.

"Go change into something you can move in and meet me in the training room. I'm going to test you, thoroughly."

Bowing once more, you follow a servant out of Touma's throne room down a number of hallways until you reach a locker room. You don't really have any other clothes on you, but if you're going to fight then it might be best just to go shirtless. 

Pulling your shirt over your head, you fold it up and leave it on a bench, kicking your shoes and socks off as well. Your current pants probably aren't the greatest to move around in, but unless you feel like fighting in your boxers, there doesn't seem to be any other choice. Finally ready to go, you walk out of the locker room from the far side, and into a large room with padded floors, various punching bags and equipment scattered about. You see Touma in the center, waiting for you in loose sweats, and you walk up to meet him, glancing at each piece of martial arts gear as you pass. 

"This is what you're going to be fighting in?" he scoffs, tossing his long braided hair, "If you're trying to make a joke, then we can just end this right here."

"I apologize, your highness, I didn't expect to be doing much physical activity today. I don't have anything else to wear," you reply, bowing before him.

"Hmph. Just take them off. I trust you're wearing undershorts, yes?"

"Er, yes. Of course."

Turning away from the emperor, you undo your pants and slide them off, leaving them at the side of the room. You feel a bit embarrassed to be so exposed, but when you look back at Touma, you see him removing his own clothing until he's down to a pair of black spats. Turning a bit pink, you try not to stare at his muscled abdomen and chest, or the conspicuous bulge in his tight spandex shorts. For such a compact looking frame, he sure seems to be well built. 

"Well? Come on, we don't have all day."

Tossing you a pair of padded gloves, Touma snaps you back to the task at hand, securing his own wrists with protection. You're not completely unfamiliar with martial arts, but it has been a while. Hopefully you don't get too- WHAM.

Reeling back, you bring your hand to your face, unsure of what just happened. You see Touma in front of you with his hands raised, and realize he must have struck you.

"Keep your hands up!" he barks, throwing another jab that lands just above your nose and rocks your head back. The smell and taste of blood wash over you, but you manage to cover your head before his follow up, feeling it thud against your forearm. Unsure of what to do, you try to step away while keeping your arms up, but Touma stays with you and raises his leg in preparation, twisting his hips and letting the top of his foot slam into your side. 

Dazed, and with the wind knocked out of your lungs, you do the only thing you can think of to buy some recovery time; tackle Touma. Lunging forward, you wrap your arms around his midsection and bring him to the floor, the two of you landing solidly on the mat. You scramble to gain position over him, but he locks his legs around one of yours, leaving you in an awkward half guard. 

"Oh, so you do know how to fight," he smirks, locking your arms with his. 

"I've dabbled a bit..." you wheeze in response, still trying to catch your breath. You try to wriggle your arms free, but Touma's grip keeps you secured, forcing you to find another way out. Being so close to the Tenguri emperor makes you a bit weak, but you're determined to impress him, somehow, and fight through your nervousness.

Pushing your face against his hairless chest, you attempt to create more space and slowly begin to pull your arms out of his grip, finally pulling one free and using it to pull on his horn.

"Hey! No fair!" Touma exclaims, releasing your other arm. You take the opportunity to scramble for a better position, but as you slide your leg free, Touma propels himself back and catches your head and arm with his feet, pulling your face down into his stomach. Touma tries to secure the lock, but you manage to pull your head back just in time, your cheek brushing against his abs along the way. Unfortunately, you fail to free yourself completely, and you remain pinned awkwardly against Touma's crotch as he crosses his ankles over your back.

"Looks like you're stuck," he pants, watching you squirm in his grip, "But you didn't do too badly."

With your nose pressed firmly against Touma's bulge, you have no choice but to inhale through his spandex, the smell of musty sweat filling your nostrils. You're not sure if it's something he's wearing, or if it's his natural scent, but you get a headrush from the aroma, your own body flushing with heat as you breathe him in. Rubbing your face against his groin, you feel him twitch beneath his spats and you immediately give him a lick before you know what you're doing.

"Oh, goodness. What a naughty Tengie you are," Touma chuckles, tightening his hold on you, "Go on, get a good taste."

Completely abandoning your sense of decency and pride, you lap at Touma's growing erection through his shorts, your own cock beginning to poke through the hole in your boxers. Even though you taste mostly spandex, you continue dragging your tongue along his covered length in hopes that he'll spring free as he swells. 

"What are you doing down there, you bad boy? Are you that eager to serve your emperor?" Touma hisses at you as he pulls his legs tighter, and your vision starts to fade from the corners of your eyes, the bulge in his shorts expanding further while he chokes you. Pressing your lips against it, you give his thick manhood a kiss, and you're suddenly released from his hold, falling to the mat in relief.

"Stay on your back, servant. I'm going to give you a proper taste of bull milk," Touma whispers as he kneels beside your head, grabbing you by the hair with one hand and pulling his spats down with the other. Looking up at the boy emperor, your view is suddenly blocked as his manhood lands on your forehead almost as heavily as his fist. Your tongue hangs from your open mouth in eager anticipation, but Touma teases you cruelly, dragging his length along your lips without pushing into them.

"Beg for it, and maybe I'll oblige you."

Looking up at Touma, you stare into his violet eyes as he slaps his cock against your cheek, your heart threatening to burst from your chest. When he leaves the head of his shaft against your lips, you take the opportunity to wrap your lips around it, turning your head and swirling your tongue over the tip. The flavor of sweat and precum coats your tastebuds, and you suck instinctively, earning yourself a chuckle from Touma as he watches you.

"What a perverted Tengie you are, so quick to submit your mouth to me. Very well, enjoy yourself."

Pulling your hair tight, Touma pushes forward and fills your mouth with his meat, stretching your jaw as he drives forward. You try not to let your teeth scrape against his shaft as it glides past your lips, but the girth is too much to take so suddenly, your jaw aching after just a few minutes. 

"You're not giving up already, are you? I thought this was what you wanted!" Touma giggles, pulling free of your mouth and resting his cock on your cheek.

"It is, your highness," you gasp, chasing after his shaft with your tongue, "It's just... ah... big."

"You'll get used to it, servant. Now, up on your hands and knees."

Pulling you into position, Touma kneels before you, his crotch lined up with your face. You can see his fat cock bobbing in front of you, a soft tuft of lavender fur sitting above the base, just before he pushes himself back into your mouth. 

"Relax your jaw, you'll get your taste of bull milk soon," Touma commands, gripping your head tightly with both hands. Obeying your master, you let your mouth hang open as he begins to thrust slowly, speeding up and becoming more forceful as you adjust to his size. You gag slightly each time he slams against the back of your throat, but you keep still obediently, letting him fuck your face as he pleases.

"Get ready to swallow your emperor's gift!" Touma groans, pulling your hair roughly. Your eyes cross as you watch his purple fluff drive back and forth, and his movements become a bit erratic as he warns you, his already girthy cock swelling further just before it fills your mouth with creamy white seed. Relaxing your throat, you swallow as much of his thick bull milk as you can, but some inevitably spills from your lips onto the mat.

Slipping free from your lips, Touma strokes himself a few more times and splatters your face with the last few spurts, warm liquid covering your skin. Purely out of reflex, you lick your lips and swallow another helping of bull seed, smiling as it warms your belly. 

"Thank you, master," you whisper, kissing the head of his cock and lapping up the last remaining drops of cum from his slit.

"You're doing so well, my little Tengie," Touma laughs, stroking your hair, "Think you're ready for the royal guard audition?"

"Yes!" you exclaim, your excitement getting the better of you. 

"Very well, show me how well you can serve your emperor."

Falling back onto the mat, Touma rests his head on his arms and lets his cock stand straight up in the air, pulling his legs apart to invite you in. You watch his shaft twitch for a moment before crawling forward, lying on your stomach and bringing your mouth to his two hanging balls. Letting your tongue wander along his heavy orbs, you plant soft kisses all across his sack as you breathe in his musky scent, traveling up until your nose is buried in his sweaty fur. The emperor's violet patch tickles your upper lip and nose as you hold yourself at his crotch, and you make sure your lips and tongue continue to worship at the base of his shaft.

Resting your hands on the emperor's thighs, you slowly kiss up his length with gentle smooches, swirling your tongue over the head and catching the drops of pre that form at the slit. You explore every inch of his cock as you lick, paying special notice to areas that make Touma sigh happily. Each quiet moan spurs you on further, and soon you're spit shining his whole length. Wiggling your tongue beneath the head, you stroke him gently and feel him pulse in your hand, another spurt of clear liquid dripping down the tip.

"Keep it up, Tengie. You're doing a good job," Touma moans, wrapping one leg over your head and pulling your mouth down onto his shaft. You follow his direction willingly, forcing yourself down on his cock until he bumps the back of your throat, your lips still a couple inches away from touching his pelvis. 

"Good boy, you're almost at the bottom," he sighs, dragging you a bit further with his leg until the head of his cock pops into your throat and your lips press firmly against the base. You feel him give short thrusts from below, the tip of his shaft popping in and out of your now stretched throat. Just as you're about to run out of breath, he lets his leg fall to the floor and pulls you off, getting up on his knees and taking you with him until you're both face to face. Your own painfully erect cock brushes against his as you kneel in front of each other, and Touma suddenly presses his lips to yours, kissing you forcefully.

Taken aback by the sudden embrace, you melt into Touma's arms as he pulls you closer, one hand sneaking down to your briefs and sliding them down before his fingers wrap around your shaft. With only a few strokes, he has you shaking pitifully as his tongue invades past your lips, your balls tensing frantically as you paint the mat white with several spurts.

"That's a good Tengie," he whispers against your lips, flicking your tongue with his, "Let it all out for me."

Groaning into Touma's mouth, you hold onto his sides as he continues to work you with his hand, the rest of your seed leaking onto his fingers. He lets you lean on him as you cover his hand with cum, until you finally run dry and he releases your sensitive shaft, moving his slippery digits to your backside.

"Time for the real test," Touma murmurs, pushing his fingers between your cheeks and rubbing your hole, using your own cum as lube. His cock pulses in anticipation as he pushes it against your thigh, and you worry for your virginity.

Working one finger past your ring, Touma holds you tight against his body as you tense around his digit, squirming nervously. You bite your lip nervously while he works you open, but you don't pull away, too afraid of disappointing your emperor. 

Wordlessly, Touma wrestles you down to your stomach after a few minutes of fingering, pinning you with his body and kicking your legs apart as he adjusts himself on top of you. You fight against his grip playfully, with no intention of actually escaping, and let out a soft sigh as his arms hold you tighter still. 

"Alright, my cute little Tengie, it's time for your initiation," Touma breathes into your ear, kissing your shoulder softly. The solid weight of his shaft rests against your cheek, gradually prying them apart as he begins to search for your hole. You moan quietly under your breath every time his oversized head brushes against your button, and you inhale sharply once he finally begins to prod at his target.

"Feels like you could use a little more meat," Touma coos, bouncing his hips steadily, "Let me give you some."

The combination of sweat and your own seed provides just enough lubrication to let the emperor force his way inside, and you grit your teeth as he slowly stretches you open, the head of his cock gradually breaking new ground each time he thrusts into you. You struggle to relax your body and let him in, but you tense involuntarily each time he makes any progress, forcing him out and resigning your hole to another round of prodding. Eventually, you begin to tire out and your ring relaxes of its own accord, letting Touma's thick shaft impale you completely and knocking the air from your lungs. 

"Oh, that's tight..." Touma moans above you, rolling his hips in circles. You think of a reply, but you're left struggling to inhale, clutching at his arm in distress.

"Just relax your body, breathe slowly. You're doing well so far, my little Tengie."

Stroking your hair, Touma holds himself inside you to let you adjust to his size, kissing across your back patiently. You manage to suck in a few shallow breaths, but you're still unable to breathe normally with your body still in shock from your sudden penetration. Your hole tenses and relaxes involuntarily around Touma's length, insides cramping uncomfortably, but you begin to gradually adjust to your emperor's staff, remaining relaxed for longer periods. 

Taking in a deep breath, you exhale slowly and bump your hips back, feeling Touma's cock slide out briefly before he buries himself completely once more. You keep rocking back against him carefully until he starts to move his own hips, fucking you slowly into the mat. Touma's hot breath lands on the back of your neck as his pace increases, and soon the two of you are gasping and moaning in a tangle of limbs, the sound of his hips slapping against your rear echoing throughout the room. 

Red faced and panting, you feel every inch of Touma's girthy bull meat as it slides out of your hole, an involuntary grunt escaping your lips each time it glides back in. Your own cock goes forgotten, flat on the padded floor and leaking uselessly as Touma pounds you out. You can feel his heavy balls landing on your cheeks each time he bottoms out, and the thought of being used as a breeding tool flashes into your mind, immediately setting you off. Clutching at Touma's arm desperately, your hole bears down on his cock as you squirt across the floor again, his dick bullying your prostate into an immediate second orgasm. 

"Is my servant feeling good?" Touma whispers, rolling you both onto your sides and reaching beneath your leg, pulling it up and wrapping his fingers around your twitching balls. Even if nobody else is around to see it, being displayed so openly by your emperor sends a wave of heat across your skin, and you end up leaking cum onto the floor once more as he rolls your orbs in his palm. Seemingly delighted by your constant ejaculation, Touma's hips smack into yours faster, his own cock swelling inside you. Stretched still further, you groan in a mix of pleasure and discomfort, your eyes rolling back in your head as your lower body turns numb. Electricity shoots through your groin as Touma hammers into you, and you slam your hand onto the mat in frustration, unable to do anything but take the bull boy's cock.

Covered in sweat, you try to hang on to your senses during Touma's non-stop assault on your insides, when he finally begins to slow down, shuddering against your back as he lets out a low moan. Before you know what's happening, wet heat pours into your bowels as Touma fills you with his bull seed, your stomach warming up from the inside. You can feel each load traveling up his shaft as it pulses inside you, your hole clenched tight around the base and milking him unconsciously. 

"I think you passed," Touma pants, letting your leg drop and rolling you back onto your stomach, "You'll do just fine as my personal breeding servant."

Still cum drunk, you groan something out loud that you hope is acceptance of your new role, and find yourself hoisted up onto Touma's lap as he sits up against a large padded mat. Touma's cock remains at full mast, even after two massive orgasms, and you realize he expects you to continue, his eyes staring up at you while you kneel over his waist. Your legs tremble from exhaustion even as you sit with his cock buried in your guts, and you grab onto his shoulders to brace yourself, carefully raising your hips up before they give out completely and send you crashing back onto Touma's lap. The emperor's hands rest on your backside as you ride him awkwardly, helping to guide you along his shaft, and you finally fall into a rhythm of slowly rising and falling against his pelvis, feeling your cheeks bounce every time they land on his thighs. 

"I'm surprised you've been able to keep up! Tengurians have a lot of stamina, after all." Touma sighs, giving your ass a squeeze, "We're just about ready to move on from the foreplay..."

Giving an exhausted whine, you bury your face in the crook of Touma's neck as he begins to jackhammer his hips up into you again. A part of you starts to think maybe you've bitten off more than you can chew, but it's immediately washed away as soon as Touma forces another anal orgasm out of you...