A Royal Punishment

Tender steps tap against the ground as the young female moved down the hallway. The chocolate furred mouse entered one of the palace guest rooms. She walks over to the bed in order to pull the sheets up, taking her time to make them look tidy as she makes the bed. Her shoulder length black hair falls over her eyes, partially obscuring her vision. The girl had not noticed another being enter the room. A white tiger does his best to prowl behind her stealthily. The six foot six inch tall tiger made the five foot tall mouse seem even smaller than usual. The predatory male pressed himself against the female to her surprise. She lets out an audible gasp. Before she could turn around the tiger had grabbed her hips and held her in place. A soft growl emits from his chest. He leans to her ear, giving it a nip. The mouse freezes nervously in place. "Always busy Sophie." A familiar, deep voice commented. The mouse relaxed when she relaxed who was looming over her. "Servants have duties, unlike the royal guard, Vitus." The tiger would let out a short laugh to her comment. "I protect our rulers. The life of the prince has been trusted to my hands." He responds. The mouse shakes her rear end. "All you have in your hands are the hips of the servants. You'll get yourself in trouble one of these days. They practically consider you royal yourself." Vitus moves one large paw off of Sophie's rump to undo his belt. Pushes his trousers down enough to allow his semi-aroused length and heavy orbs free. Guides that paw to her middle back, pushing her over the bed. The tiger reaches under the servant's knee length skirt, grabbing her panties and pulling them down gruffly. The little female bent over the guest bed with her undies at her knees. The tiger growls dominantly. "I'll take my chances, until one of you servants tell me no I will continue filling up my free time by filling you." Suggesting he did things like this to more than just her, though in honesty he indeed spent most of his sexual time with her. Sophie would feel the barbed tip of that nine inch member against her slit. He grinds at her, murring deeply. "Were you expecting this? You're already wet." His hips pushed forward, penetrating her with his first two inches. His left paw squeezes her hip. "I'll never get over how you are always tight." Keeps pushing, more of his cock moved inside of her. Sophie rubbed her face into the sheets for a few moments, letting out soft pleasured sounds. The mouse pressed her hands flat against the bed. She did not wish to untidy the sheets. Vitus pulls her back to him in an attempt to hilt her. Only a little more than half of his dick would slide past her pussy lips. They both managed to groan together. "I love that, stretching you and still able to see my shaft." The mouse's face turned a deep shade of red that he could not see. He pulled back then thrust once at her as if taking measure. Then begins to find a pace, bucking his hips at her. Both paws moved to her sides, pushing her down into the bed. It was like he was using her, but with how wet she was he knew she loved it. The tiger growls dominantly over her. He becomes rougher with her body as his motions quicken. Sophie could no longer fight her enjoyment. The servant let out a moan, pushing her face into the sheets to muffle her noises. Her pussy clenches at the male as she orgasms around his intruding member. Her juices dripping down onto the freshly made bed. Vitus leans over her, bites and tugs at the back of her neck. The male only lasted a few more moments before his tip coated her insides with his feline seed. Most of his mess leaked out of her tiny pussy, falling onto the bed. He released the nape of her neck from his teeth. Wrapped his arms around her still almost fully clothed body for a few moments. He began lapping at the back of her neck and purring. Guides his hips back, withdrawing from her soft folds. More seed spills from her. Vitus rubs his nose at Sophie's cheek. "I never regret my time with you. You are wonderful. The prince is supposed to have a speech soon, I shouldn't be late, nor should I distract you any more from your work." He stands, tucking his member back into his pants and redoes his belt. The white tiger takes a few steps back. Sophie glares at him a bit. "Now look at the mess I have to clean up." She complained. She stood, pulling her panties up. The servant girl began pulling the sheets from the bed, now that they needed to be washed well. "Sorry love." Vitus tells her as he steps out of the room. The regal tiger strides towards the stairs, making his way towards a balcony over looking the courtyard. He halts himself as he hears a soft voice speaking loudly in a serious tone. Curses himself, he thought he had time enough to fool around with Sophie, but now as he hears the prince give his speech he realizes how very wrong he was. Walks barely into view on the balcony, standing a few feet behind the prince. He had arrived only a few brief minutes before the public address commenced. The nineteen year old lion turned when he finished speaking. As he stepped back into the palace his eyes looked as if they were shooting daggers at the tiger. "Vitus!" The almost six foot tall lion exclaimed. His voice, even though it was soft managed to carry much more authority than his thin, athletic body would leave others to believe. "Report to my chambers immediately." The boy huffed in a noticeably disgruntled tone. The lion moved swiftly to his private room expecting the tiger to follow. The large male heeded the order, not far behind his prince. "Prince Zorion...." Vitus began before being cut off. "I care not for what you have to say. You knew this was important, that you needed to be early. You were to be at my side. You are my personal protector and you can't even stop yourself from preying upon the servants for one day. Yes, I can tell, who couldn't? You should know that your musk is strong." The prince begins to relax partially as he vented his frustrations at Vitus. Zorion wore the finest garments, material more delicate than silk. He sighed to himself before he sat upon the end of his massive bed. The teenaged lion placing his bottom on luxuriously comfortable bed. "I feel you need an exercise in obedience." The lion slipped his shoes off. "You need to remember your place. You lived no where near as lavishly a few years ago. It seems you have became too accustomed to this." The prince lifted one foot. "Come here, kiss my feet." He ordered, to which Vitus looked surprised. Zorion responded before the tiger could make a comment. "It was not a suggestion." A serious look coming over the prince's face. Vitus nodded only once, taking several steps towards the young lion. He moved to his knees before his prince. The brawny tiger leaned his head down. His lips met the top of the presented foot. Looked up as if asking if the prince was truly serious. Zorion nods, instructing him to continue. Vitus took to foot in his paw, lifting it. He kissed the sole of his majesty's foot. He decided it was in his best intentions to seem interested in this punishment. The tiger moved his head to the side, tapping his lips along. He would stretch out his rough feline tongue so that he could drag it along the bottom of the royal foot.  Seemed as if though he was cleaning it now. With out being instructed he moved to the other foot. He provided it with the same treatment. Many tender kisses and some long licks of his tongue. Vitus kept his eyes down feeling that he might get chastised if he looked up. Zorion purred softly as he witnessed the large tiger use his mouth a bit skillfully. The lion's velvety pants had formed a bit of a tent, much to his own embarrassment. Zorion reached down to place a paw upon the tiger's head. Vitus halted for now. "Enough, I have a new task for you." The prince pushes a foot against his guardian's chest to guide him back a few inches. The lion gets closer to the edge of the bed. "Remove my pants, there is something that needs your attention." The large male looked up with a surprised expression. He quickly noticed the bulge of the pants. His pure white face took on a hint of blush. "Yes m'lord." He answered, following the next order. He pulled gently at the ankle's of the pants, watching them slide off of the prince's hips. The moved his strong paws up, pulling them off fully. Vitus mindfully sets them aside. His eyes on his prince's six inch erection. The tip of the member presented to him leaks a bead of pre. "Well, what are you waiting for? You showed how eager you were to use your mouth, now keep going." Zorion leaned back casually, watching down at his guard. The lion looked forward to this. The tiger leaned closer. He dragged his tongue over the tip in a curious way. He found the flavor pleasant, and enjoyed how his prince shivered from it even more. Vitus guided his nose to Zorion's sack in order to take a deep breath of his scent. He wished to make himself familiar with the royal musk for his own reasons. That rough, wet, warm feline tongue dragged along the underside of the prince's length in a teasingly slow manner. The young male gripped the end of the bed in his delicate paws. Vitus swirled his tongue around the sensitive tip. Suddenly the large tiger opened his maw and pushed downwards. He took the cock past his lips. Went all the way down, able to kiss his prince's hips as the tip rubbed at the back of his mouth. Swallowed around the needy member as he took a peek up at the lion. Zorion was moving his hips side to side, squirming from the oral stimulation. This sight pleased Vitus so greatly that his own cock began to stiffen. He pulled his head back only to quickly go back down. An almost girly groan escaped the lion prince. The tiger's ears flicked and he grinned around the length in his mouth. His motions became faster, not taking long to bob his head up and down. The young male laid his back flat on the bed. He would close his eyes to let the pleasure wash over him. Vitus purred so that his muzzle would vibrate around his prince's pleasantly tasting manhood. The tiger quickened again, tapping his lips repeatedly to that groin and his chin nuzzled many brief times to the fuzzy sack. Prince Zorion lifted his hips weakly as he wished for his own release. The tiger grasped the hips in front of him, pulling them off of the bed. Purred louder, still content to service his prince. Felt a sticky shot strike at the back of his throat. He instantly began to drink down the royal seed. Vitus would not risk a drop being able to make a mess and in turn getting punished in another way. When those pulses subsided he would wrap his lips tightly around the base. He pulled up slowly to ensure that he obtained every last bit of that liquid. He moved his head away from the spent length. A seemingly tired Zorion looked up. "Open, show me you have drank it all." Vitus rolled his eyes some, but did open his mouth. Stuck his tongue far out. "Good, so you do know your place. Never make me look foolish again Vitus...." The lion sits up, taking slow and deep breaths. "Since you have so much energy to share with the servants you will now be sharing some of that with me." He leaned forward to kiss the tiger's forehead in a sign of affection. "You are dismissed for the rest of the day. Please, leave me to myself." Prince Zorion laid back down in an obvious attempt to rest. Vitus recomposes himself. He would stand to back away. He left the royal bed chambers quietly. Ensures that the door is pulled securely. He took notice that his own member was still very aroused. He pressed his head against the door in shame. He would sigh then step away.