Lancer whimpered as Jevil rubbed the tip of his tapered cock against his already stretched hole, his father's huge girth nestled deep inside. He held onto his father's shoulders and buried his face in his chest, panting and squirming as the jester worked his way inside with breathy giggles and growls.
The prince felt the rumble of laugh through his father and a large hand stroked down his back before sliding to his ass. He squeaked as the king's claws helped to stretch his hole just a little wider, letting Jevil thrust in, all the way to the base. It was- gosh he was shaking, it was so much, he hadn't thought he could stretch this far…
He wasn't given much time to adjust, Jevil excitedly thrusted inside him like a dog, jerking his plump little hips in and out with vigor. Lancer jerked as his father rocked his hips, almost lazily, their uneven rhythm bouncing him roughly and making him cling harder, unable to do more than allow them to move him how they wished. Jevil panted and bit into the back of his neck, sharp little fangs digging in. Lancer's back arched, a beggering groan escaping his mouth, the pain blending into the pleasure as that delicious little spot inside him was hit again and again.
A thick claw pressed under his chin, tilted his head up and his father licks his teeth, the glint of fangs in the candlelight sending a shiver down his spine. The jester licked over the bites he's left with his tongue, as though to soothe them, panting harshly in Lancer's ear as his hips kept jackhammering away. The king leaned down and Lancer whimpered as they kissed, opening his mouth to accept his father's tongue, loving how he took such control, his tongue dwarfed in comparison.
"So tight-tight!" Jevil's voice was strained, pants between each word and his tail slid up Lancer's front, wrapping around his neck. The jester rocked upwards and his tail tightened, enough to have stars dancing in Lancer's vision and a breathless whine ripping from the prince's throat.
The king grunted and his hands suddenly gripped his son's hips, holding him still as he thrust roughly inside, once, twice and once more with a beastly howl… and Lancer gasped as hot cum spurted within him. His father's thick cock twitched, pumping more and more seed until it felt like he might burst.
The tail around his neck tightened a little more and Lancer writhed as Jevil moaned and came, sending the prince over the edge. His stomach bulged out as he was filled to the brim and he bucked from the pleasure, the overwhelming combination of being filled and his head left fuzzy, gasping for breath. Finally the jester stilled and his tail fell limp, Lancer panting and flopping onto his father's chest, utterly spent.
[Lancer/King Spade; noncon, incest, soft vore, restraint/entrapment, 'oral' sex]
"Please dad!" Lancer's voice cracked as he struggled within the hold of his father's spade tongue. His booted feet pressed to the lips of the belly mouth desperately trying to keep the drooling orifice at bay. "Please stop!"
His father simply chuckled, tongue tightening enough to force a pained squeak out of him. Lancer tugged at the appendage and felt his legs shake with the strain as the King echoed the tug, dragging him forwards. Another harsh jerk and he lost his footing, yelping in terror as he plunged into the jaws.
He kicked and fought, tears beading in his eyes and trailing down his cheeks in hot stinging rivulets. "Dad please! Please stop! I-I'll-"
"Silence!" His father's voice rang out, a harsh growl that rumbled through him. Lancer trembled as he was tugged over the fangs and landed in a moist puddle of drool in the strange recesses of the King's belly mouth. "My son, you have failed me once again. Perhaps this will teach you your place…"
The mouth snapped closed and Lancer yelled as everything went dark. The tongue slid over him and he squirmed, flinching when saliva dripped from the roof of the mouth to plop onto him. The warm viscous fluid seeping through his clothes, soaking into his fur. He pressed his hands and feet into the gum, trying to find purchase, but it was much too slippery and in his flailing he feared the sharp teeth.
He felt the vibrations of his father's long strides across the room, bouncing him within his slick prison. He clung to the tongue and it rubbed over his front. He gasped as the wetness of his clothing allowed the tip to brush his nipples and they hardened at the unexpected touch. The tongue continued it's almost curious exploration and he bounced hard as his father apparently sat.
Lancer shuddered as more drool dripped onto his front, between his- he squirmed and gasped as it soaked through to his sensitive sheath. He pressed his chubby thighs together and the tongue seemed drawn to the movement, slithering to probe at the juncture between his thighs. Lancer squeaks and tries to back up, sliding on the slick walls and accomplishing nothing but shoving himself back into the tongue's ministrations.
It flicks and explores and he covers his mouth, gasping as it slips beneath his clothing and finds the opening of his sheath. Drool slicks the way, along with his own excitement slick and he kicks out, arching with a gasped-cry as the tip of the spade dips into dripping slit. "Da-Dad! Please let me-nnn!" his shaky plea was cut off with a whimper and he shuddered, cock slipping free of his sheath.
There was a rumble, like that of a chuckle, and the tongue wrapped around his length, stroking slowly. He bit down on his fingers, bucking up with jerky movements, like a marionette on strings. The drool made everything slick, the wet sounds loud in the confines of the mouth, accompanied only by his gasps and whimpers. The darkness only enhanced the sensations, his senses heightened by his blindness, his whole body alight with pleasure.
"Da-Dad you're making me-" Lancer squeaked, feeling the building within him, the pull towards climax with every probe and firm stroke of the tongue. He couldn't- not in his father's mouth!
With a suddenness that had him gasping, both at the sudden burst of light and rush of cool air, the jaws parted. As he blinked in shock, thighs still shaking as the tongue continued it's ministrations, clawed fingers reached out and tugged him free. Lancer squeaked, flailing as he was jerked up to his father's face, the tongue moving ever faster.
The King grinned, tongue flicking at his lower fangs before he leaned forwards to lick up his son's damp cheek. "Submit to me my son, doesn't it feel good?" his words were a low growl that had tingles running up Lancer's spine, sending him over the edge with a howl.
Lancer whimpered, breathing harshly as he hung in his father's hold, damp and shaky. His father leaned forwards and he parted his lips to allow the King entry, eyes slipping closed. He pressed himself to his father and moaned as the large blue tongue explored his mouth. If this was a punishment, he would gladly take it.