The Demon King

Heading off of the balcony and down a set of spiral stairs, running his hand along the cold stone wall to keep balance as he peered down at the long drop below, Zath tried to follow his intuition and find his way to the throne room of the demon king. Barely even noticing that he was naked anymore, the boy lead the way as he snuck across several rooms seemingly set for some sort of a great banquet, long tables decorated with demonic banners and candles, lavish cutlery set on either side of dozens of silver plates, just waiting for the food to be served and the guests to arrive. The cub wasn't sure what the big occasion was, but he certainly felt uneasy about it, knowing that any cause for the demonic overlord to celebrate would surely be bad for everyone stuck under the rule of the king. Trying not to let his nerves get the best of him, Zath headed further still, getting utterly lost in the stone maze of the castle interior, barely able to keep up with which direction he was actually heading with all the turns and twists, suddenly finding himself at the dungeons deep underground, standing at the bottom of a long set of stairs. Unsure of how he'd even managed to get there, unable to remember the last few minutes of sneaking around as if he'd blacked out but his body had kept going, the snow leopard clutched his head, glancing back at Vincent but seeing no sign of confusion on the dragon's face. Unsure of what was going on, chalking his fogginess up to the anxiety and the lack of adequate sleep as of late, Zath decided it was best to just keep his little episode to himself, not keen on worrying Vincent unnecessarily when he needed his friend the most. 

Hopping off the final step and peering through a doorway, the boy was horrified to see hundreds of people stuck in cages, all of them naked and covered with cum stains, a scent akin to wild animals in heat hanging heavy in the air as the windowless room flickered under the dim light of a few torches. Some of the prisoners were marked with demonic writing, as if claimed by the various commanders working under the demon king, a few of them likewise sporting some sort of magical and lewd artifacts, torture contraptions thought up by the twisted minds of the current rulers of the castle. Zath could see one man, a lion, chained up by his arms and legs, stuck against a wall while a ring of some sort clung to the base of his erect cock, glowing an ethereal blue while several disembodied hands of the same hue played with and jerked off his manhood, constantly teasing and edging the exhausted feline, his exhausted moans and whines echoing across the room. Another prisoner, a muscular shark, was bent over and trapped in a rack that looked like the breeding implements the boy had seen used for female hounds in heat. The shark grunted as a smooth, hard stone rod plunged in and out of his asshole, gliding almost all the way in before pulling out until only the tip remained in the man's pucker, slamming in once more with vigour, made alive by some sort of demonic magic, the same pale blue glow enveloping the instrument. The grunts, moans, and gasps of the sexually molested prisoners filled the entire basement in one noisy, lewd choir, making the little snow leopard’s loins stir as he bit his lip, quickly searching for something to take his mind off of the stiffening sensation between his thighs. The cub quickly spotted another lone prisoner, this one outside of the cages the rest were trapped in, a stork shuffling around with a mop in his hands and chains around his ankles. The avian man wiped up the spills of cum staining the floor, occasionally stopping on the spot as his back straightened out and his legs shivered, his beak opening up with a faint moan as an ethereal glow flashed from underneath his tail feathers, his dick twitching and leaking a few drops of pre for him to clean up. Bending over to mop up another puddle of cum, the naked stork unknowingly flashed his tailhole at the two cubs peeking into the prison, showing a butt plug embedded deep inside of his ass, occasionally flashing blue as it began to vibrate and buzz, causing another mess for the man to immediately clean up himself. 

Seeing the opportunity to do some good after having had to abandon so many people to the mercy of the demon king during their journey, Zath made sure no guards were around, waiting until the bird shuffled closer to the doorway before dashing out, waving at the confused prisoner as he whispered, 
“Don't make a sound! I'm here to help you!”
Clinging to his mop, the stork watched the two boys rushing over, looking around anxiously, 
“Wh… what are y-”
The avian’s words were stifled by another glow from under his tail feathers, cutting himself off with a moan as his knees almost buckled. Zath knelt down in front of the slave, grabbing at the shackles around the man's ankles, trying to see how he could get them open, 
“We're here to free you! The way we came is clear, you can sneak out just as soon as I get these chains open, and then we c-”
The snow leopard let out a yelp as a mop suddenly slapped against his chest, shoving him away as he landed straight into a puddle of fresh cum, quickly shaking off the initial shock as he looked up at the stork with a befuddled look on his face, 
“No, go away!”
“Wha… no, you don't understand. We're here to free you, to defeat the demon king. We're on your side.”
The avian prisoner tried to shoo away the two boys with his mop, biting his tongue and leaning on the handle as another buzz from his tailhole made his cock twitch, 
“I don't want to be freed! I've enjoyed a lifetime of pleasure and things I thought I'd never experience just during my first few months here! So go away, before I call the guards!”
Confused yet unwilling to tangle with whoever was guarding the dungeon, Zath picked himself up off the floor, trying to wipe off the cum soaking into his fur as he and the dragon scampered away back the way they came, running off up the stairs. Panting as he scaled the steps, still trying to wipe off the musky new stains on his fluffy coat, the little hero glanced back at Vincent, 
“Wh… what was that? Some sort of mind control, brainwashing?”
The dragon shrugged, 
“Possibly, we know that the demon king and his minions have many powerful spells and devious tactics in their arsenal. On the other hand… it's possible that the man simply… enjoys his new life.”
Going silent, staring ahead as he thought about the odd encounter he'd just had, Zath scurried up the stairs while Vincent grinned, managing to plant yet another seed of doubt in the little hero's mind. 

Back in the main level of the castle, Zath tried his hardest to focus and not allow the grey, labyrinthine corridors to overwhelm him, keeping calm and following his instincts as he led his friend deeper into the corrupted citadel. Keeping their heads down and their ears perked up, the two boys snuck across the passages of the demon king's domain, having to hide from several patrols of grotesque minions of the overlord, very nearly getting caught multiple times. With the tight hallways offering very little in the way of being able to hide or escape, Zath thanked his lucky stars that they'd managed to stay out of sight for so long, finally finding one good side to his short stature. After sneaking around for quite some time, coming across more dead ends and loops than the boy could keep count of, the snow leopard finally seemed to be getting somewhere, spotting a rather regal looking path, gold trim and luxurious silk decorating a doorway, 
“That's got to be an entrance to something important, hopefully the throne room. C'mon!”
With the dragon hot at his heels, Zath rushed past the entrance, glad to see the tight corridors opening up slightly, the otherwise dour grey walls decorated with paintings and golden candle holders. Now sure that he was on the right track, the kitten hurried down the long hallway, hoping he'd kept his orientation correct as he headed towards what he thought was the back of the castle, guessing that the throne room would be tucked away in the safest part of the keep. With his excitement slightly getting the best of him, the snow leopard rushed ahead with a little less care and subtlety than what he'd exercised during the rest of the journey into the citadel, practically running right around a corner only to find himself being stared down by a member of the demon king's personal guard. Almost running right into the cat's back, Vincent braced himself against Zath’s shoulders, whispering, 
“Hey, why’d you st-”
A growl caught the dragon's attention, looking up to see a tall, muscular centaur-like beast glaring down at the two of them. The guard had the upper half of a ferocious bull, and the lower half of a four-legged stallion, including a rather prominent equine member swinging around between his back legs, the tip flaring up slightly as he stomped his hooves and reached for a blade sheathed on his hip, getting a nervous gulp from Vincent, the boy's almost silent voice shivering, 
“D… damn, distract him somehow, I'll… I'll think of a way to get us out of this mess!”
As much as Zath knew that he should've been terrified, that his mind was supposed to be racing with a hundred different thoughts in a situation such as the one he found himself in, the cub couldn't keep his gaze away from the thick manhood below the guard’s belly, a steady stream of precum trickling from the tip as he felt his mouth begin to water slightly. Having to push himself to snap out of whatever was going on with him, Zath shook his head with a soft groan, trying to think of something, anything to distract the beast, yet only one single thought came to the boy's mind, forcing him to simply do it.

As much as the little snow leopard blushed, feeling ashamed just at the thought of doing what was running through his mind, especially since his own body seemed rather excited about the prospect with his dick stiffening up straight away, Zath dropped down to his knees in front of the centaur, trying to force a smile on his face as he gently laid a hand on the half-equine’s front leg, stroking the guard’s limb while he slowly shuffled underneath him. Not daring to look in the direction of his friend, unsure of whether he'd be able to go through with his demented plan of distracting the demonic soldier if he had to see the expression on Vincent's face, the feline kept his hand running along the male's belly as he focused his eyes on the twitching, thick member bouncing about in front of his face. The lewd offer seemed to pacify the guard at least momentarily, snorting softly as his posture relaxed slightly, his hand still resting on the hilt of his sword as he glanced down over his shoulder, peering down at what exactly the little cub was up to below him. Taking a deep breath, Zath reached up to grab onto the equine shaft leaking precum like a burbling fountain, his fingers immediately getting soaked in the sticky mess as he stroked the shaft, having to use both hands to handle the heft of the girthy member. Listening to the centaur’s needy huffs, his eyes fixated on the half-flared tip and the swinging sack while the heady musk made him nearly swoon, Zath knew that he had to go all the way if he wanted to ensure that the guard was properly distracted, or that's what the boy was trying to convince himself of at the very least. Opening his maw wide, the snow leopard took the tip of the equine dick into his muzzle, moaning as the thickness pinned his tongue flat against the floor of his mouth, pre trickling down his chin and down the back of his throat. The centaur was more than happy to receive the deviant form of a bribe from the young cat, bucking against the kid's maw as he grunted, driving himself a few inches deeper into the cub. Almost thankful that his mouth was stuffed full of cock, if only so that it muffled the sounds of his moans, Zath did his best to handle the pole he was suckling on, unable to see what Vincent was up to from underneath the demonic guardian. 

Wrapping his hands around the base of the centaur’s shaft, stroking the girth while he worked his mouth over the other half, the little snow leopard swallowed down mouthfuls of precum as he gulped and gurgled, having some difficulties enduring the needy thrusting the impatient guard was giving his muzzle. Doing his best to breathe with the equine dick taking up most of his maw, spurts of precum spilling out the corners of his mouth while he swallowed as fast as he could, the snow leopard let the male plunge a few inches deeper down his throat, his faint gagging hidden underneath the loud growls and grunts of the centaur. The guard’s four hooves clacked against the stone floor as he humped the boy's mouth, constantly trying to cram his manhood further into the kid's muzzle as his tail whipped and his heavy sack swung around, his flare slowly swelling up before suddenly doubling in size. Zath’s eyes went wide in panic at the flare locking up the demonic beast deep down in his throat, unable to get a breath of air as a cascade of cum filled his gullet, forcing him to drink it down while more of it splashed out his mouth and nose, running down his chest as the centaur roared with pleasure. The young feline's entire body shivered with every throb of the equine shaft stuck in his throat, feeling like he was swallowing gallons of seed, squirming and whimpering as he clung onto the dick with both hands, his eyes beginning to water before the manhood in his maw softened just enough for him to pull off of it. Zath gasped and wheezed as the demon’s cock slipped out his maw, still throbbing as several shots of cum splattered straight on him, coating his face and his belly with the thick and creamy mess, painting him white as his own dick was slathered in the slippery liquid, covering up the much smaller ropes of cum spilling from his tip. 

Leaning on the centaur’s back legs to stay upright, gasping and coughing while the male's cock slapped against his face, still drooling cum all over him, the kitten suddenly heard his friend calling out for him, 
“Run!”
Vincent leapt onto the centaur’s back, shoving a sack over the guard’s head and quickly tightening it around the bull’s neck with a length of string, leaping off of the demonic minion while the beast was left angrily roaring and flailing around, pulling out his sword and swinging it blindingly. Rolling out from under the centaur before he got trampled, crawling on all fours as he wiped the cum out from his eyes, Zath gave a terrified bleat as he scrambled up to his feet and sprinted after the dragon. Both boys ran for their lives, managing to just barely make it around a corner before the centaur managed to get the bag off of his head and turn around, roaring furiously as it charged after the pair. With the maze-like layout of the castle finally working in their favour, the cubs found a spot to hide behind some crates, staying completely silent as they listened to the guard gallop past them and head down one of the numerous hallways, Vincent clutching the snow leopard’s shoulder before finally letting out a sigh of relief, 
“Looks like we made it. That was a… unique way of distracting him, but it definitely worked, I'll give you that.”
Zath blushed, still wiping away at the fresh load staining his fur, tasting the centaur on his tongue as he looked away, too flustered to notice the throbbing erection the dragon was sporting, 
“It's… this place and all of the lewdness… that was why… that idea came to my mind…”
Vincent grinned at the state of his friend, basking in the glory of his genius as everything was falling perfectly into place. 

With the centaur guard led astray, the way seemed clear for the cum-bathed Zath and his friend in disguise to trek onwards, carefully creeping through the oddly quiet and empty grand hallways. Though the way previously had been full of turns that made the snow leopard’s head spin and dangers that he'd had to evade, now the path seemed weirdly straightforward and safe, as if the entire castle was rearranging itself just to push Zath towards the explosive climax of his journey, satisfied with the roadblocks the young hero had had to face and now just impatiently rushing him to the end. With an odd feeling of foreboding creeping up his spine, the naked, musky, and nervous boy slowly but surely kept going ahead, occasionally glancing over his shoulder to make sure that his best friend hadn't disappeared anywhere, relieved whenever he saw the dragon smiling back at him. In a blur of emotions, the cub finally turned the corner to find himself glaring up at a grand door twice the size of himself, spots where the portraits of the previous kings had used to hang now instead decorated with glowing demonic runes and blood red banners. Bracing himself for stepping into the inner sanctum of the demon king, still unsure of how exactly he was supposed to defeat the beast yet clinging onto the belief of the prophecy that had put him on this path, Zath marched up to the doors, planting his hands on them before taking a deep breath, grunting with effort as he pushed them open. Raising his head up, expecting to see a giant, horrifying demon glaring back at him, or a whole army of monsters he'd have to battle his way through, the snow leopard was taken back to instead find a completely empty room, a regal throne sitting deserted in the middle of the grand hall, dust cloaking the gold and ivory. Confused, Zath stepped into the room, a dead silence hanging heavy in the air as he strolled over to the throne, looking around as his mouth hung open, trying to find any words to cling to,
“Wh… what is… this is… the… did we… we came all this way for… nothing?”
Standing behind the boy, Vincent grinned, a row of fangs glimmering in the multicoloured light streaming through the stained glass windows as he laid a hand on his friend's shoulder, 
“Oh, certainly not for nothing~”
Zath turned around, raising an eyebrow at the dragon, giving a tiny squeak as the reptile leaned in to give him a peck on the cheek, taking his hand. Vincent led the befuddled young hero along as he stepped over to the throne, sitting down on it, the little dragon looking completely out of place on the giant seat as he grinned at the feline, pulling Zath closer, 
“There was a time, many years ago, when I thought about simply destroying you. But you've helped me see that you'll be a lot more fun alive, so instead you'll get the honour of serving as my concubine~”
Unable to even comprehend what his childhood friend was saying to him, Zath just stood silently in front of the dragon, flinching as Vincent suddenly yanked him in, one arm wrapping around his waist and a hand cupping the back of his head as the boy pulled him in for a passionate kiss. Initially trying to push away from the dragon's tight embrace, moaning in shock, the cat quickly calmed down, almost going limp in Vincent's hands as the demon king's tongue slipped into his maw, swirling around while his legs shivered, practically feeling all of his fears, inhibitions and hesitation melting away, surrendering himself to the rightful ruler of the lands. 

Quivering in the dragon's grasp, very nearly losing himself to the swirling mist of desire clouding his mind, Zath just barely shook off the fog for long enough to push himself out of the demon king's embrace, gasping and wiping his wet lips, 
“N… no, I won't… I…”
Grinning, Vincent just sat back in his throne, resting one hand on the side as he grabbed his stiff manhood with the other, stroking it while staring down the boy, 
“You've seen how much my subjects love my rule, once they've had a chance to taste the pleasures that I bring. You've tasted it yourself, and you've loved every last second of it, there's no sense trying to fight it~”
Gritting his teeth with a whimper, Zath stared at his old friend's cock, his legs moving all on their own as the dragon beckoned him closer, panting as he shuffled over to the throne, turning around while a red blush painted his cheeks. Grabbing onto the boy's rump, Vincent spread apart the feline's cheeks and guided the cub's backside down onto his crotch, a devious and victorious smile on his face as he felt the young hero's tailhole sliding down over his dick, listening to the snow leopard moaning as he snapped his fingers, 
“Good, you've earned a look at my true form~”
With his childhood friend humping him, the dragon's shaft sliding in and out of his pucker, lubed up by all the fresh cum soaked onto his backside, Zath watched in awe as his companion was engulfed in cold, crimson red fire. Laughing as the inferno enveloped him, Vincent's form began to morph, growing to a towering figure much more befitting the large throne, muscular and broad, sheathed in dark grey scales as hard as stone. The pair of curved horns on the demon king's head sprouted offshoots like the limbs of a tree, his eyes turning bright red, a faint glow visible behind his malicious glare, his fangs and his claws growing to terrifying proportions. The change Zath was most taken back by however was the demon king's new manhood, the little dragon's pecker suddenly swelling up to a size matching any stallion or bull that the snow leopard had seen, whimpering as the new, girthy dick morphed while hilted inside of him, stretching open his hole while he sat in the lap of the demonic ruler.

Thicker than any other cock he'd taken during the course of their adventure, Zath grabbed the chuckling king’s knees while he leaned forward and groaned in discomfort at his tailhole getting gaped wide open by the pulsing, leaking cock buried balls deep inside of him, whimpering as his tail shivered and his eyes closed, moaning as the demon’s sharp claws gingerly ran down his bare back, tickling him as the dick finally reached its final proportions. Though initially the new girth of the demonic dragon's shaft was rather difficult for the boy to handle, Zath very quickly got used to the manhood buried in his pucker, the slight sting of getting stretched out pushed aside by the sensation of pleasure as the king’s hands wrapped around his waist, sliding him up and down the cock. Smirking as he watched the snow leopard’s head rocking from side to side in rhythm with his thrusting, the cub's panting growing more frantic as he steadily increased the speed of his humping, Vincent cooed into the young hero's ear while finally claiming the feline's asshole after having planned on the very moment for so many years,
“That's it, give in to that sensation, let the lust and desire wash over you~”
As if on cue, the demon king's girth rammed deep inside of Zath, battering at his prostate as the kitten squeaked, losing the final shreds of his self control and humility, leaning back against his new lord's chest as he moaned, shots of cum spraying from his tip and splattering over both of their thighs. Enjoying the sensation of the boy's tight hole squeezing around his shaft, Vincent’s laugh was cut off by a slight grunt as his balls pulsed, a jet of his seed gushing straight into the kid's asshole, each shot causing the groaning snow leopard’s belly to swell up slightly more as the demon king's giant load was deposited inside of him. Fully claimed by the demonic despot, giving his soul and body over to the dragon, Zath whined and leaned his head back as he basked in the utter feeling of fullness with the cum sloshing around in his belly, a magical inscription appearing right above his loins, a glowing string of demonic characters burned into his hide to mark him as Vincent's property while the dragon snarled softly in his ear, 
“You will make an excellent concubine~”

Resting his axe on his shoulder as he wiped his brow, Aldegar sighed while looking up at the skies, the snow leopard’s eyes squinting at the plume of dark smoke off in the distance, having seemingly only grown bigger since that morning. The man had tried to stay positive and guess that it was just a fire started by one of the other nearby towns, even holding out hope that it might've been a celebratory bonfire to signal the defeat of the demon king, yet the billowing pillar was only growing by the moment, making the woodcutter fear that the smoke was instead a sign of something much worse. With no word of his son's return yet, the feline man sighed and planted his axe into a stump of a freshly cut down tree, thinking he'd take a slight break to fetch himself a drink of water from the well, and see if anyone from the town had heard any news. Walking into town, seeing that many of the other residents were also nervously glancing up at the column of smoke off in the distance, Aldegar strolled over to the communal well in the middle of town, hauling up a bucket of ice cold water, dipping a tankard into it and taking a swig, splashing some of the remaining water on his face as he grunted. Sitting down by the well for a moment, unable to keep his eyes from flicking up at the skies darkened by the smoke every few moments, the man was only snapped out of his thoughts by the sound of his wife's voice, 
“You don't need to look so worried.”
Aldegar glanced over his shoulder to see Linza standing there in her colourful apron, a lead in her hands as the woman patted a cow she was walking to get the fields ploughed, a gentle smile on her face as she continued, 
“I'm sure it's just a bonfire, you know how much the folks at Tanderville like to celebrate any little thing. Those people just about burn down half their town every time a new chick hatches in their coop.”
Linza gave a giggle as she tied off the feral bovine before sitting down next to her husband, laying a reassuring hand on his shoulder, 
“Our son is fine, as is little Vincent. They're good, smart boys, trained well. It just takes a little time, you can't topple over tyrants in a day.”
Aldegar sighed, giving a nod while staring down at the tips of his shoes, 
“You're right, I just can't help but to worry. But I should be putting on a brave face, we can't let the others see that we're worried about the prophecy, that wouldn't be v-”
Before the man could finish, a faraway shriek made both of the snow leopards flinch, their eyes darting up as a few more screams echoed out from the outskirts of the village. 

After a few seconds of their brains catching up to what they were hearing, both felines stood up, nervously glancing at one another as a few more cries rang out from the outskirts. As a terrifying chill ran up both of their spines, the skies suddenly turned blood red, the cow tied to the well giving a scared moo as she yanked at her lead, ripping the rope as she ran off. Feeling that the animal had the best idea on how to proceed, the two snow leopards turned to run, knowing that they were under attack and that the only way for them to be spared was to get out of the village as soon as possible. Taking his wife's hand and leading the way, panting as he headed for a small trail leading into the forest, Aldegar barely got a few steps in before a ring of fire burst out of the ground all around the town, giant walls of flame shooting up towards the darkened skies as people shrieked in horror, trapping all the villagers within their town. With nowhere to run, Linza and Aldegar hugged one another, embracing as they watched demonic beasts slowly walking through the walls of fire. Beasts and monsters cackled as they emerged from beyond the veil of fire, some swooping down from the skies like birds of prey to chase down the villagers. Aldegar watched as one of his friends, a fellow woodcutter, was ran down by a whole pack of hyena-like trolls, the gnolls descending down on the screaming man, one of them pinning him against the ground while another spread open the helpless villager’s ass cheeks, a twitching, knotted cock pressing between the man's buns as they prepared to ravage the victim right in the middle of the town square. Another terrified villager, a little bunny boy barely eight years of age, was cornered as a pair of gryphons swooped down from above, the feral males playfully snarling and chirping as they trapped the kid, one of them ripping off his clothes with a sharp beak while the other tongued at the whimpering cub's little cocklet. Watching the scenes of molestation happening all around them, clutching one another while just waiting for their turn to be ravaged, the snow leopards shivered, until a sight made both of their jaws drop. The demon king himself walked out from beyond the wall of fire, and Zath was right by his side, the boy fully naked and grinning as he marched with an erection bobbing around between his legs, seemingly enjoying the sight of his village being pillaged by the horny beasts. The demon king walked all the way up to his concubine’s parents, stopping right in front of the equally horrified and confused couple as he patted Zath on the head, grinning as the little snow leopard nuzzled up against his balls while stroking his cock,
“Wonderful, you're both here. I've come to personally invite the two of you to the wedding of me and your lovely son~”
Zath giggled as his parents looked over at him, both of his hands wrapped around the demon king's hefty shaft while the dragon chuckled , 
“Now, where might my… or should I say Vincent’s, parents be? They too shall be rewarded with an invitation to this momentous occasion, as thanks for the years of comfort they've provided~”
Both the demon king and Zath laughed as the boy's parents recoiled in terror, whimpering before the demonic ruler and his concubine.