Elegant weapons, for a more civilized age.
Written by Klesk Vadrigaar

"Tsk, another hit, my prince. You really must watch your unarmed side." 

The valiant fox knight, Sir Maxime, pulled his arm back, drawing the tip of his expertly crafted rapier out from where he'd stabbed his charge, the crown prince Valerian, in his chest. A small trickle of blood ran down the deeply chorded and striated field of the lion's pectoral, staining his radiant golden fur with another reminder of his ineptitude. 

"Don't make such wide sweeps with your blade. Take advantage of the power in your forearm and wrist, and focus on the quick parries and thrusts I showed you." Maxime soothed as Valerian growled inside his helmet, two fingers reaching across the immense slabs of his boulder like pecs to lightly touch the puncture wound. The two 20 foot titans of masculine muscle stood facing each other in a magnificent ballroom. The deep red rays of the setting sun shone in through the grand windows, bathing their mostly nude bodies in comforting, nurturing warmth. On one side, Sir Maxime stood wearing only the necessities of an armored helmet, a cape, embroidered with his family's coat of arms and draped teasingly over one of his moon sized shoulders, his white silken fencing gloves, and armored boots. On the other side, Valerian stood in similarly minimal attire, only his cape bore the richly woven patterns of his father's royal seal, and his helmet was likewise crowned with the azure toned plume of feathers that formed the centerpiece of his kingdom's state symbol. 

"I still deem this new form of combat unthinkable, Sir Maxime. Our entire lives we have trained and honed that which our noble bloodlines blessed us with, so that we may defend our kingdom with the mightiest of weapons! Yet now you see fit to train me in betrayal of that cause?" The lion seethed. He grabbed for his helmet, unlatched it, and tore it off his head. His long flowing mane of rich brown hair fell over his features, several locks draping across his shoulders and pecs while the remainder piled below the great arch of his traps. Maxime's rapier rattled as the sight made his grip seize and his body shiver. 

"Am I merely to lock up father's warhammer in the armory? Let that, which has single handedly brought siege walls crumbling down and cracked mountains in two, be left to collect dust like a relic?" The lion challenged. Maxime stood up a little straighter as the thunderous baritone of his prince's voice, coupled with the fire burning within his angelic eyes made the knight's heart run hot. 

"What of grandfather's axe? The one he felled the entire forest of the neighbouring province with only a single stroke? Is it too to be left rusting and forgotten?" Valerian continued. Maxime snorted in mirth as he pulled off his own helmet and swept his own mane of ruby red hair away from his face.

"You know that's impossible, my prince. The meteor alloy that axe is forged from was specifically chosen because it was both heavy enough that only your grandfather could wield it, and because it was proven to be completely immune to the effects of the elements!" The knight replied, biting his lip as Valerian looked over himself, and then raised one of his giant arms to flex. The lion's plump lips pulled back from his gleaming white teeth as he curled his arm against the opposing force of his immense bicep. The golden furred mountain rose like a great monument towards the ceiling, easily reaching 80 inches as the thick, full veins pulsed with the surge of blood. 

Maxime had to likewise flash his pearly teeth in pride as he again beheld the perfection his beloved prince embodied, every inch of the lion's enormously muscled form telling of his worth as the future ruler of the land. 

If only his spirit could be convinced that said land was not the same as it had been during his predecessor's respective reigns. 

"Regardless, you know how I've dreamed of finally being worthy to wield that which has kept this kingdom safe and protected over so many generations." Valerian sighed as he dropped his arm, and his head then sagged along with it. "You, yourself, still remember my glee when I was presented with my new sword of office at my last birthday do you not?"

Maxime's vulpine stature served him well as he put on a very sly, and knowing smile. 

"You were not the only one who felt on top of the world that day, watching you hold all 1,000 lbs of that monstrous weapon to the sky then bringing it down so you could simultaneously knight an entire legion of our best warriors with one perfect move." The fox replied softly. "Truly I only regret that the royal painter was not present to capture your strength, your skill...the grace with which you commanded that blade." 

Valerian looked up as he heard his knight's voice go from teasing to enamored. Maxime seemed to immediately realize his slip up as he hastily cleared his throat and tried to look away. A smile broke across Valerian's features as he trailed his gaze down the fox's immensely muscular front, wondering if Maxime was aware how his pristine white chest fur only served to highlight every ripple and flex of his pecs and abs, betraying his mood at a moment's glance.

Valerian's smile grew wider as he looked further down at Maxime's penis, the great length of red restlessly twitching atop the fox's boulder like balls. 

"Yet still you agree with my father that this is the new way we shall defend our realm?" The lion asked while suavely raising his rapier. Maxime's ears rose and he promptly locked eyes with his prince again, making no further effort to hide or apologize for his being enthralled by the lion. 

That was honestly one of the many, many things that Valerian so loved about the fox. 

"The time of barbarian hordes and the need for brutal, devastating combat has passed. After our flawless victory in the last major conflict, the neighbouring kingdoms have accepted that to wage all out war with us is an insane venture." Maxime stated as he raised his own rapier in a salute for the next round to begin. "Thus they have now turned to other means of settling what disputes they may have with us, via means more suited to this new age."

Valerian stared dubiously as Maxime put on his helmet again. 

"Pray my prince, was it not you who also complained about how hard it is to move when decked out in the bulky, heavy armor your lineage and armies previously wore into combat? Was it not your voice that spoke loudest in support of doing away with such attire and relying on the flexibility and speed afforded by wearing nothing at all?" The fox challenged as he went on the offensive. Valerian was able to parry this time, smiling as he felt his rapier violently quake from stopping the force of Maxime's thrust. Recalling the fox's comment about using the power of his arm muscles for quick, decisive strokes, the lion put on his own helmet again and pushed back against his knight's assault.

"One does not need to be encumbered by apparel in order to wield weaponry. It only made sense that if both nobility and common folk alike deem it acceptable to walk around in nothing save for our fur then why must we waste both treasury funds and precious raw resources fashioning armor that, as you say, shall see use perhaps once a year at ceremonies?" Valerian argued, aggressively thrusting and slicing at his fox, while Maxime effortlessly parried and countered each attack. Valerian's grin widened as he continued pushing his advantage, forcing the fox up against the wall of the ballroom. 

"More so when some of us have the foresight to instill our own bodies with weaponry?" He cooed, reaching with his free hand to grab a part of Maxime's anatomy that he knew the fox to be particularly proud of. 

Maxime's helmet echoed with the volume of his yip as the chiselled globes of his enormous butt were shamelessly caressed. While the fox's entire body was indeed a mountain of impervious strength and perfection, it was what he had packed in his rear that had earned him his deliciously scandalous title of "The Dreaded Glute Knight". His booty was far larger than any other warrior in the kingdom, evidenced by how its circumference occupied all space from the small of his back down to the immense teardrops of his quads. Among the king's court many spoke of how the fox had crushed entire cavalry legions during the last war with little more than a jump and a twist, and how cannonballs and catapult charges launched from the enemy lines had done little more than shatter harmlessly upon impacting his chiselled steely buns. 

It was enough to almost make Maxime regret his legend might end there, given his kingdom now enjoyed a new era of peace with all the surrounding nations. 

"Thus is my point, my prince. We have no need for the tools of time long past, instead we must adapt to what those we welcome as allies have adopted." Maxime softly churred as Valerian gave his butt another loving squeez then stepped back to his position. Feeling his heart run hotter still, as his cock rose with his building arousal, the fox saluted his prince for the next round of combat.

"These new weapons, the rapier, the colichemarde, and the small sword, have found favor among our neighbours explicitly because they do not require god like strength to wield. Any soul, be they nobility or commoner can use them to defend themselves, to defend their family, and to defend their country." Maxime continued as he stepped up the speed of his thrusts and slashes. Valerian was learning quickly, but he still clearly didn't appreciate how all of his muscles, as beautiful as they were, could get in the way if he didn't carefully think through each of his moves. The fox pushed to make sure he didn't give the lion time to think, to make it so he could gauge how Valerian fought when acting on sheer instinct. 

"MMmm, then I cannot deny the symbolism is thus sound." Valerian commented as he deflected attack after attack. "Every citizen should have the ability, as well as the right, to defend what they believe in. They should not be hindered merely because they lack our divine attributes."

Maxime smiled warmly even as he spied an opening and dipped his blade below his prince's raised arms to cut his prince across the abs. The lion grunted softly as he again registered the pain of razor sharp steel tearing through his flesh, yet ever the durable soul, he merely dipped his head in acceptance of losing another round as his blood flowed freely from the wound. 

"Precisely, however, such open-mindedness comes with inevitable drawbacks." Maxime replied as he raised his blade again for another round. "If you agree that all citizens should be permitted to wield the same weapons as their sovereign you must accept they will expect said sovereign to set an example in HOW to wield them. What if a visiting dignitary or monarch wishes to settle some issue of unrest with an amicable duel? It would not reflect well on us that our prince and future king cannot practice what he preaches." 

Valerian sighed as he assessed his wounds. Maxime hadn't cut all that deeply (not that he really could, given both of them had more muscle to protect their vital organs than their rapiers had length), but the fact he'd managed to land another hit at all foretold of how his prince still had much to learn, especially if he wished to uphold his status as a protector of the realm.

"And to order you or another knight to duel in my stead would only make me look like a coward, while using one of our family weapons would make me look a bully...mmmm." The lion sighed as he raised his rapier to initiate combat once more. "Very well, Sir Maxime, your words have once more convinced me." 

The fox sighed in soft lament.

"May the strength of those words be proven in the grace of your blade, my prince." Maxime cooed while going on the offensive again. "Even if my tongue is skillful enough to sway your mind, I would be a poor knight of the realm if my mastery of combat cannot help you hone your technique." 

The fox doubled the speed of his attacks, his rapier flashing like a glittering stream of solid craftsmanship as he pushed Valerian back across the room.

"Come now, my prince! You cannot let your blade be stopped by the reluctance to shed my blood!" Maxime challenged, relishing the determined growl as Valerian found new motivation to fight back. 

The ballroom echoed with the clash of blades constantly deflecting or redirecting each other's momentum. The two muscle titans gradually reached a balletic form of rhythm as they keenly gauged each other's movements and tactfully planned each and every means to counter. 

The round finally ended as Maxime hoped it would. Even as Valerian thrust his blade through an opening and cut a long line across the fox's side, Maxime felt like cheering. 

"Yes...yes! That's it!" He murred amorously while holding the bleeding wound. "That is how you need to fight!" 

Valerian stepped back, holding his rapier up and studying as his fox's blood ran down the length of the blade. He felt revulsion at what he'd just done, however, a look at Maxime's smile dashed the feeling away.

Well that, and the other obvious sign that Maxime was pleased with his prince's success.

"Well now that I have come to understand the logic in learning how to duel in this new refined manner, it was only a matter of time before I found the right mood for it too." The lion stated proudly as he tugged off his helmet again. "Though it does help to see you've found the right mood as well..."

Maxime blushed as the lion reached out with his rapier, running the tip lightly along the underside of his knight's cock as it rose to full erection.

"Forsooth, good Maxime, do you still wish to proclaim that combat brings you no pleasure?" Valerian grinned as the fox frantically yanked his own helmet off. 

"Well, if it is a confession you wish to beat out of me my prince...this new form of fighting does seem to bring new problems I could not foresee." The fox smiled shamelessly as he tried not to shiver from the torturous delight of razor sharp steel lightly grazing his sensitive flesh. "The freedom of being able to move and duel in the natural mantle of just my fur is rather scintillating...and as for the visuals..." 

Valerian playfully cocked an eye as Maxime licked his lips in a hungry manner.

"Truly my prince, can you blame any red blooded soul for reacting this way at the sight of you in your true glory? Moving with such perfect poise and precise control?" The fox churred. "Should I not be honored that my own efforts are having the same effect on you?"

Valerian smiled and shook his head as the flat of Maxime's blade was pressed against the underside of his own growing pillar. 

"No, dearest Maixme, I would only blame you if you reacted the opposite way. And that's purely because you are who you are and I am who I am."

The lion suddenly chucked his helmet aside and raised his rapier in salute for one final round of practice.

"The times may have changed, as has the lands and our culture, but even so, by the grace of the gods, some things have remained constant." Valerian grinned as he moved to attack. Maxime duly discarded his own helmet and parried. "You are simply the finest and most noble knight to ever serve the crown, a soul who rightfully deserves the absolute trust we have placed in you, and whom I will have by my side till the end of all things." 

Maxime's focus faltered as now his prince's words struck home, straight to his pounding heart. It didn't help when Valerian then pressed that advantage to close the gap between him and his fox.

"And as you rightfully point out, I am, and will forever be, YOUR prince. Yours, and no other!" The lion stated hotly, grabbing Maxime's sword hand and forcing it down so he could then bring his face closer to his fox's. Maxime's look of utter enamorment as their lips caressed, connecting for a kiss that was invigorating yet all too brief, made it all the more worthwhile for Valerian.

"For you are still who I truly love, Maxime." The lion whispered huskily before backing away from his fox. Maxime stumbled, momentarily reeling about as if drunk, before he got his breathing back under control and his mind focused on what had just happened. 

"Such...such is why I make it so imperative for you to learn and adapt to the ways of the new world. Granted I would do so even if I did not love you just as much in return, but seeing as you stole my heart long ago..." 

The fox grinned as sly and mischievously as befitted his species while his off hand moved to rub his throbbing erection. 

"Perhaps you'd care to learn how our other 'built in weapons' can still be utilized, even in this new age." 

Valerian grinned as well while slowly stroking his length.

"By all means, dearest fox, show me!" 

Maxime nodded and stood ready for combat again, his rapier held out to the lion, while his free hand sensually gripped his shaft.

"As you know, the rules of respectful combat do not dictate that those engaged are to be limited to just one armament. Many who are skilled with the rapier compliment it with a parrying dagger or some other form of smaller blade in their off hand, while others choose to follow the mantra of the ancient spectator sports that incorporated tridents, whips and other such more exotic tools." The fox explained as he met Valerian's blade, then twisted his body around so the lion suddenly found himself being knocked hard across the face with Maxime's cock. 

"Given we have been blessed with similarly large and practical additions to our bodies, there is no reason we cannot utilise them as well in combat." The fox grinned as Valerian rubbed his jaw. His cheek fur was splattered with pre, the heady smell filling the feline's nose and making his own length throb as it began dripping on the floor.

"While I do not fault your logic, nor will I complain about using what the gods have gifted me with...are you sure this is still keeping within the spirit of chivalry?" Valerian teased as he dodged the next thrust of Maxime's sword and then returned the fox's gesture with a smack of his manhood against the fox's immensely barrel chest.

Maxime gasped as the impact sent him stumbling backwards, the throbbing sting from his prince's virile, hot, hard as diamond flesh burned across his pecs as his heart likewise burned underneath.

"Would you trust a worthy opponent to not exploit your offer of such an obvious and easy target for their steel? Would you continue to respect them if they did not?" The fox challenged as he charged at the lion. Valerian side-stepped, crossing blades with his beloved knight again, growling softly as his cock momentarily got caught and felt the razor sharp edge of steel slicing into it.

"Ngh...no...no I would not. Not when I am the one who demands it be made obvious and easy because I refuse to cover it up." The lion grinned as he stepped back and gently rubbed his penis. It had gotten a pretty good nick, blood slowly trickled down the immense girth as the penis throbbed and spewed more pre onto the floor.

"More so given it, like the rest of me, can take its share of punishment." Valerian mused as he contemplated how he would have to adjust his fighting techniques for if he got this excited again during a duel. Intriguingly, the hulking prince found himself tingling at the thought of how he would have to continually keep track of his own enforced state of vulnerability, watching everyone of his opponents moves and calculating how to counter so he didn't continually keep getting stabbed and cut like now. 

Raising his rapier to study its gleaming, elegant design, Valerian was gripped with a new realisation of just how he indeed needed to get better at this new form of combat with its new elegant weapons. He just had one remaining issue plaguing his mind. 

"I do wonder though, Maxime, given we cannot be seriously harmed, nor felled with these blades, how exactly is a victor to be judged at the end?" The lion glanced out the ballroom windows to the dying rays of the setting sun as it slowly disappeared behind the horizon. "Between the two of us I think it not an exaggeration to say we could be here for many weeks before either of us would tire enough to dare even think of yielding."

Maxime laughed uproariously. "A most fair question, my prince. In response I shall say only this..." He raised his blade in salute, then viciously swung at the lion. "Let us continue this bout a little longer, and you shall have your answer!"

Valerian nodded as he dodged the rapier, parrying it away from his face then thrusting his hips forward to slam his cock like a battering ram into Maxime's abs. The fox smiled even as the wind was knocked out of him again and forced him to retreat several steps from the fray; an opportunity Valerian was all too happy to grab so he could press his advantage.

Darkness slowly engulfed the ballroom as the two giant muscle titans fought. The majestic chamber echoed with the lustful grunts, growls, yips and murrs as Maxime and Valerian continued to study the delightfully perverse practicality of how their swordsmanship was so perfectly complemented with the tactful use of their raging erections. 

Valerian in particular found himself steadily growing to love the challenge of this new experience. Though his expert night vision meant he could easily keep watch of Maxime's moves in the dark, the sheer, overwhelming pleasure every time his shaft collided with the fox's, or was privileged to be struck across Maxime's perfect, rippling muscles made for quite a distraction. Constantly, Valerian was having to mentally kick himself away from the thought of just dropping his rapier and pouncing his beloved knight, every second he had to recenter his focus on what Maxime's next move was and how he could oppose it. 
Gritting his teeth as he felt his balls boiling over from the constant bouncing and lewd smacking against the increasingly messy floor, Valerian finally concluded that he would not utter another derogatory word about this new form of combat, nor would he degrade its weapons. He saw the merit now, respected that while he clearly had a lot still to learn, he would not falter in his absorption of everything Maxime had to teach him.

With this now settled in his mind, Valerian finally let himself be overtaken by the orgasm he could no longer hold back. As his cock again met Maxime's the lion simply let his mouth drop open in a roar of total, satisfied bliss, dropping his rapier and pumping the great length as it likewise showed its graceful defeat.

Maxime duly lowered his blade and closed his eyes in contentment as cum splattered all over his front. It rained down onto his head, messily covered his pecs, dripped down over and between his abs as his prince let flow with his first load.

"Yes...I believe any worthy combattant would agree that signifies who the victor is." The fox murred, licking the rich, heady smelling seed off his pecs as Valerian slowly got his breath back.

"Heh...are you so sure? At this moment I feel quite triumphant, not to mention grateful." The lion panted, smiling at the sight of how, despite being covered in cum, Maxime still stood tall, proud and so beautifully noble while he cleaned himself up. "I do admit, I enjoyed that."

Maxime nodded softly as he slicked back his soaked hair, scooping a large amount of his prince's seed off the shelf of his chest with his hands then hungrily gulping it down. "Good, then I declare our lesson concluded for the day, with the order that we will resume it sharply tomorrow after supper." He said, noting how Valerian looked at him with an equal sense of hunger. The lion tore off his fencing gloves as he approached his fox, grabbing Maxime's hands and pulling them away from the second helping they were gathering off his chest. 

"I only hope you realise that means for the rest of this night, I have nothing else to occupy my time." Valerian hotly whispered. His tongue slid out to lick a huge glob of cum off Maxime's cheek, teeth gleaming in the last few remaining rays of light as he swallowed it. "Nothing but you." 

Maxime blushed as his face was subjected to many more long, torturously sweet licks from his prince's rough tongue. Valerian grabbed for the cloak draped over his shoulder, ripping it off and using it as a towel to help clean his fox's fur and hair. He gently pushed Maxime backwards, growling in delight as the fox obeyed without question, letting himself be guided across the room and then roughly pushed into a vast mountain range of pillows stacked up against the far wall. 

"A fool I would be to imagine you would want me anywhere other than your side." Maxime giggled as Valerian grabbed for his armored boots and began undoing the solid clamps that kept them fastened around the fox's massively muscled legs. Maxime tugged off his own fencing gloves and tossed them aside, along with his cloak, as Valerian got the fox's footwear off and set them by the window before dispensing with his own.

"You would of course only accept defeat from me if there was some form of compensation." Maxime grrred as Valerian leaped upon him. The many, many pillows under them helped cushion some of the resulting impact, thus saving the ballroom from further damage. It still quaked and shook terribly as the crowned prince pinned his knight securely under him and then stole Maxime's voice once more with a kiss. The two hunks let the heat of their bodies relax them from their training, mostly so they could then rile each other up as their tongues intertwined, tasting each other's mouths while their muscles flexed and massaged each other.

"You know me too well, my sweet fox." The lion whispered, finally withdrawing his tongue as his hands slid underneath Maxime, grabbing hold of that which the vulpine had long expected they sought. "I still have not made good on my previously implied desire for your backside."

Maxime shivered as he stared up at Valerian's regal features, feeling himself sweat in the heat of both the two's bodies and their eternally burning love. 

"It is, as always, yours for whenever you need, my prince." The fox replied, exhaling in lament at the emptiness now in his mouth. "I only request permission to lube you up first."

Valerian smirked as he rolled off the fox and onto his side. Maxime got up then bent over to search for something buried under the mountain of pillows, bringing his beloved prince to laugh as the fox emerged with a large bottle of amber toned oil.

"As always, you prepare for everything." Valerian churred as Maxime lay down on his stomach, his muzzle now positioned with Valerian's tempting, throbbing meat within easy reach, while the lion now had likewise access to his beloved's enormous butt.

"I am a knight of the realm, and a vulpin to boot. It would be twice the disgrace upon my lineage to not anticipate any and all possible scenarios." Maxime murred as he uncorked the bottle and poured the oil into his hand. The smells of rich spice, and heady seasoning filled the vulpine's nose as he set the bottle down and grabbed Valerian's cock. The lion murred along with his beloved as he felt the warm oil being smothered over his sensitive flesh, followed by the needed application of Maxime's tongue and lips. The fox hungrily sucked out the remaining globs of cum from his prince's first orgasm, savoring the flavor again as he slowly worked the enormous penis head into his mouth. He vigorously rubbed the oil down over the next few feet of Valerian's pole, getting everything nice and slippery, not to mention flavorful. 

"In which case I would be remiss to not acknowledge, and reward, such foresight." Valerian cooed as his tail swung across his body, wrapping itself around the bottle and gently pulling it from Maxime's grasp. Valerian poured out a generous amount of oil, rubbing it vigorously over his hands. He then grabbed for Maxime's butt, marveling at how it's texture initially became that of solid diamond, then as Maxime relaxed again, the planet like orbs of red fur softened to that of oversized pillows. Valerian's hands slowly sank into the plushy masses, quickly making him consider that maybe 'pillows' was a bit of an erroneous comparison. Indeed what he slept on each night, for all of the exotic silk that made up the casing, and great amounts of feathers stuffed inside, that could never possibly compare to the perfection of his fox's booty.

Maxime groaned around his prince's shaft as Valerian curled inward to smoosh his face in between his knight's butt cheeks. His hands spread the oil over the fox's jiggling flesh, while deep within his tongue slid out to taste that which the lion had clearly been hankering for, likely for most of the day.

Easing the now spurting cockhead down his throat, Maxime hungrily sucked on his prince's meat, sharing in the two's now communal need for the sustenance only they could provide. Valerian growled in appreciation as he bucked his hips into the fox's maw, feeling Maxime's razor like teeth lightly grazing over his flesh as it slid in and out. Slivers of electric pleasure reverberated through the lion's body from this, spurring him to get in deep with his own licks to Maxime's tail hole. As would be expected of a well raised and trained noble, the fox kept himself immaculately clean all over, thus ensuring his own musky scent and rich, manly flavor were not marred by anything. Valerian growled all the more in respect as he delivered one long lick after another to Maxime's sizable pucker, only relenting when he sensed the fox was going to need something more. 

Pulling his face out, Valerian let his fingers take over, smearing the oil all over the fox's hole, then gently pushing his way in to get Maxime' lubricated inside as well.

Tensing as his own cock now angrily throbbed in reaction to the pleasurable finger fucking, Maxime sucked in an angry breath through his nose. He knew he shouldn't complain, shouldn't break from his sucking to demand Valerian just get to the main event already. Yet the tender attention to his booty served as an all too prominent reminder that, again, his prince had gotten at least one blissful release, while he still had none.

Such need, however, did not escape Valerian's notice. Hearing his fox's balls slosh and tremble with their building pressure, the prince lowered his muzzle to drag his tongue across the enormous red orbs, relishing the flavor that no dish, however fine, nor drink, however well aged could match. He nipped torturously at Maxime's balls, kissed each spot that felt the razor sharp graze of his teeth, all the while his fingers probed deeper and deeper into the tight tail hole just above. 

Maxime tried not to bite down on his prince's flesh as he felt his orgasm rushing towards him like a battering ram. He felt his tail hole loosen, just enough for his prince's fingers to be withdrawn, then clenched into a fist that was promptly being stuffed back inside his enormous butt. 

Maxime in turn stuffed Valerian's cock deeper down his throat, using it as an improvised gag to muffle his whimpering. As powerful and impervious as his body might have been, he, like every living soul, had a weakness. Being anally fisted so deeply, with his prince's fingers rubbing so hard and tender against his prostate, just happened to be the one thing that the fox could not endure nor hold out against...not that Valerian wanted him to do either as the fox's ears heard from behind.

"Maxime, please."

Two words, both whispered softly yet with such authority. It was a command no true knight could ignore.

Valerian rumbled in approval as Maxime obeyed, letting himself silently be overcome by the rush of a good, hard climax. Valerian continued to thrust his fist deep into his fox's booty as Maxime sprayed the pillows and the floor across the ballroom with his rich seed. A good amount splattered all over his front, and Valerian's legs, to which the lion gently rubbed his beloved's balls for more. Even if he wasn't in a position where he could taste it, the lion could still smell his fox's cum, and that alone was enough to make his cock almost choke Maxime as it swelled in raging want.

Stifling his gags, Maxime slid his muzzle off the enormous leonine shaft, letting gravity drag him onto the pillows. He rolled to one side so Valerian could scoot out from underneath him, then the fox felt his butt be grabbed again as his prince's mighty lance was lain between the giant red cheeks. Valerien smooshed the sweet fuzzy flesh around his shaft, thrusting it between Maxime's buttocks to help get everything coated in the slick oil. Maxime growled playfully as he licked at his own cock, whetting his appetite with a nice helping of his own cum. Silence held in the ballroom for a spell as the two enjoyed the momentary calm. Neither had anything to say, nor did words seem necessary in the midst of the carnal glow. 

It wasn't until Maxime felt the cock be withdrawn from between his buns that the fox finally felt the need to use his voice, to just confirm he was ready for this, what he could possibly say was the most important part of the two's day.

"Valerian, please."

Valerian rumbled low enough to make the walls of the ballroom shake as he grabbed his shaft and positioned the bulbous head to press against Maxime's well lubricated hole. His hips moved forward of their own accord, making the lion roar subtly as his pride slid into his beloved. Maxime grit his teeth and dug his claws into the pillows as his butt was stretched wide by the majesty of his prince's girth. His muscles rippled and tensed as a whole new wave of pleasure crashed over the fox. His cock pulse and throbbed in confirmation that it had enough rest and was now ready for more!

Valerian pushed forward, penetrating deeper and deeper into his fox. He lay himself down atop Maxime, taking his time to appreciate how his size allowed him to draw out and truly cherish the sensation of penetrating his beloved. Maxime likewise treasured every inch as it slid into him, holding himself prone till he felt Valerian's breath gently rustling his hair. He reached up, gripped the side of the lion's face, then pulled him closer for another kiss. 

Hilting himself almost completely inside his fox, Valerian held himself so he could kiss back, licking into Maxime's mouth and letting their tongues be entwined once more. Maxime held the lock for as long as he needed, then let gravity break it as he lay himself back down again. Valerian gave him a loving nuzzle as he raised himself up to a position where he could pull out enough to then slam himself back into the fox, proceeding to give Maxime the rutting he needed.

The ballroom echoed once more with the quakes and tremors of two titans in the heat of action, only now instead of combat, their acts were fuelled by the purest forms of love and lust. With each thrust, Valerian was witness to how well Maxime lived up to his nickname. With the souls he'd been intimate with before (few as they were) the lion had always had the minor issue of only being able to fit a portion of his dick into his lover's body. Most of the time this had scarcely been an issue (indeed it made for a fun little party trick of Valerian lifting another enormously buff male with the muscles in his cock alone), but in true form, Maxime had changed that. His ass was giant enough to take every last inch of his prince, to let the lion at last know what it was like for his body to truly become one with that whom he loved. 

It was yet another reason that Valerian had finally conceded that Maxime was the only one for him. The only one he could pledge his heart and soul to forever more.

On the other end, Maxime could only howl in utter ecstasy as he was impaled again and again. How ironic it was to think a knight would ever vie for a time where he would not only accept such an act upon his being but beg for it. His cause ever since he'd first enlisted was to serve the crown, to dedicate his life to the protection of his monarch. Before now that had been a simple task of always making sure his sword and courage were there to protect the king and his family from any manner of danger, but now...this...well this was both different and yet the same, in so many beautiful ways. With each hard and electrifyingly pleasurable ramming of leonine cock, burying itself deep within him, with each roar of delight from overhead, Maxime knew this was his true calling. Fighting and laying down his life for the kingdom was all well and good, but being trusted to protect and appreciate his prince's heart? To serve the future king not through violence but by returning his love? That was a challenge only a truly devout servant to the throne could undertake, a task only the bravest and most stronghearted of warriors could accept.

It also didn't hurt that he still got to live up to his nickname by letting Valerian do what he could not with anyone else.

Darkness embraced the ballroom in its warm comfort as the two titans roared out their second climaxes together. Cum flew and splattered dozens of feet across the floor as Valerian pounded away as his beloved, cum surging out to spill over his and Maxime's balls as his output proved too much even for the fox's enormous ass to hold. Maxime likewise soaked many of the pillows for a second time in his seed, his eyes tearing up as the most intense, and white hot of orgasms melded him and Valerian together in perfect harmony.

"Ooooh...if only more battles could end this way. Not with a counting and clearing of the dead, but with the living able to bridge what separates them with love." The fox lamented as Valerian lowered himself back onto the pillows, letting his strength be briefly sapped by his climax as he hugged and snuggled with his beloved. 

"If the fates allow, they just might. If this is to be an age where combat is to be civilised, and all are willing to make an honest attempt at speaking before fighting...we may not be the only ones who can resolve our conflict so perfectly." Valerian swore, chucking as his hands trekked down over Maxime's muscles, feeling his pecs and abs slowly swell and constrict with his gentle breath. "Though I would not call the resolution to our day's practice 'ended' just yet."

Maxime raised an eyebrow, then giggled as Valerian grabbed his still hard shaft, rubbing the enormous knot that had now swelled out at the base.

"You have seen fit to stab me multiple times during our practice, I now command you to do so in the manner that we both prefer." Valerian ordered as he released his fox and moved to get up on all fours. "Mate me in the manner that only vulpines and canines can. Make it so I can never be parted from you, nor you from me."

Maxime snickered again and shook his head as he rose and reached for the lube. 

"As always, my prince, my weapon is yours to command!"

***

Some time later, Valerian slowly stirred from a peaceful rest. His eyes fluttered open upon registering light shattering the tranquil darkness, focusing on the sight of a jackal chambermaid standing on a ladder in the middle of the ballroom, holding up a torch on a long metal pole to carefully light each of the hundreds of candles on the majestic chandelier.

Valerian exhaled in mirth as he blinked and refocused on the maiden's figure. She wore only a white cloth circlet around her forehead, and a similarly toned collar around her neck that identified her as a member of the palace staff. The rest of her athletically toned, ebony furred body was as bare as that of her observer, a fitting demonstration that Valerian's own mantra on not bothering with clothes if they weren't needed was finding similar favor with the palace staff.

Applying a flame to the final few candles, the maid withdrew her torch and carefully climbed back down the ladder. Valerian grinned as the act afforded him a brief study of how her athletically toned muscles rippled under her fur, complimenting the healthy bounce of her extremely huge tits. The truly majestic black orbs jiggled like masses of fine pudding as the maid stepped onto the floor, extinguishing her torch then collapsing the pole it was mounted on. With that done, she turned and bent over to retrieve a bucket and mop besides the ladder, bringing Valerian to break his admiration of her body and look around to notice the floor of the ballroom was now completely clean of the mess he and Maxime had left from their duel. 

The lion promptly tried to stifle the laugh that this poor girl had been good enough to not only tend to her prince's careless mess, but had done so with sufficient stealth so as to not wake him or Maxime from their post lovemaking nap.

The maid shot up straight as she detected what sounded like a disturbed grumble from behind her. She whipped around and her face lit up in fear to see Valerian staring at her, his eyes gleaming like golden beacons from the shadows of the room. Her mouth opened to promptly apologize for her intrusion, Valerian promptly threw up his hand and aggressively shook his head that no, she was not in trouble nor did she need to make amends for coming in to do her part in keeping the palace looking presentable.

The lion made to sit up, only to find himself pinned to the mountain of pillows by Maxime's still slumbering form. Valerian blushed as he felt the fox's hug him tighter from behind, Maxime's long, slender muzzle moving to rest against his cheek and tickle his fur with his gentle breath. With the heat in his heart growing anew, the lion flexed his butt and confirmed that the fox was still deeply hilted inside him, his knot keeping the two's bodies securely joined.

Realizing he wasn't going anywhere for the moment, Valerian silently bid the chambermaid over, giving her a slightly embarrassed smile as his tail retrieved both his and Maxime's fencing rapiers along with their gear. The maid duly held out her hands to receive everything and Valerian silently mouthed a thank you. 

With a relieved smile, the maid bowed and turned to leave, grabbing her mop, bucket, and the ladder on her way out. 

"Mmm, certainly a fine complement to the palace staff. As strong in body as she is in loyalty to your beliefs and mindset."

Valerian's smile faded slightly as he heard Maxime's voice tickle his ear. 

"A pity she faces the competition of so many other potential suitors, both from our fellow nobles and the ruling families of the neighboring nations." 

With a resolute growl, Valerian reached up to grab Maxime's hand, holding it securely to where it had been idly fondling one of his pecs.

"No it isn't, because that will never be a possibility." The lion intoned as he interlinked his fingers with his fox's. "If there is any pity to which I am guilty of causing, it will be for the exact opposite reason. The same reason that I now see will make my mastering of your combat techniques imperative."

Maxime sighed in quiet acceptance as he sat up so Valerian could turn and lock eyes with him.

"Several of the neighboring nations have been ruled by both two kings, and two queens, in the past. If we are to accept their demand for us to embrace their new ways for combat I see no reason why we cannot do the same for their system of government. More so if it means I can realize my dream that the day I am at last made to inherit my father's throne is the day I can finally place a ring on your finger."

Maxime's arm shivered as Valerian held his hand tighter.

"I acknowledge that yes this will effectively kill any chance I have of securing political alliances through marriage, but that is my asking price for adapting to this new more civilized age." Valerian laughed. "Besides, it's been too long since the kingdom got to enjoy the dual celebration of a coronation and a royal wedding at the same time."

Maxime joined in the laughter and shook his head.

"You also realize this means I must train you even harder then, my prince? If you are to leave settling disputes through civilized duels as the only option on the table then you have a lot still to learn." The fox churred, feeling his heart thunder in his chest as Valerian swiftly shut him up with another fierce and passionate kiss. 

"I do. As such, tomorrow let us resume where we left off." Valerian whispered as he smiled. "Only do not blame me if you're the one to emerge all cut up and scarred."