**(Un)lucky in Bed**

_Sometimes it is good to remember how lucky I am. After all, there are times when I cannot quite help myself but feel overcome by the weight of the expectations on me. When I cannot help but think of how people must compare me to the divine princes before me and find me wanting. Other times when I feel that cold dread creeping up through my spine, reminding me of how quickly time passes. And what it will eventually take away. When I see my old lion protector and realize he is an old man, hail and healthy, but still old. When I see the lines that have formed in my father’s face. Or when I nervously look at my two guardians, dreading to eventually see the same. The reminder that all of them inevitably will die…  
This at least, people may sympathize with. Less admirably, there are those times when I need to remind myself of it when my troubles are much more petty. Like a quarrel with my brother, my mother’s harsh sternness at times or, as it has come up now and then, little jealousies…  
To no one’s surprise, the closest thing to interest I ever had for the female body was when I would be admiring some of the dark skinned dancers from the southern lands and wishing, especially as a youth, to have the same kind of supple skin, lithe grace and slender but toned body. But the female form, beyond those traits seen as beautiful regardless of one’s sex, never had captivated me. Something which, to the foolhardy sorrow of a young, certainly quite spoiled young prince, could not be said of my two guardians. When I met them as a boy, they were already a few years older than me. So while I was still an eager boy, only slowly realizing the nature of my infatuation, they both were already on their path to turn from boys into men.  
And that meant that more than once, they would get scolded for goofing off during their training to impress a girl they had their eyes on. And while I want to make clear that they never stopped being my friends or ditching their duty looking after me, I had been pretty sad whenever they would banter just between the two of them about this or that girl they fancied or show less interest in our usual games. Especially since while they started having an interest in the opposite sex, I was starting to learn that I, well, liked men. And the two of them in particular. I remember that eventually, my great, great uncle in his usual calm, if slightly distant way would tease out what had me look all sullen and dejected. And then both he and my old lion guard had been kind enough to listen to a foolish boy. And helped, each in his own way. And so it came that Diallo and Abasi would have an extra grueling training regimen that must have ended with one of my old lion’s growling talks. While I would get to have my own training with my great, great uncle, learning to work magic on living beings, with the kind assistance of the temple guards, most of them the biggest, sturdiest breeds of beast men. I still remember them: big, strong Minotaurs, rams and even crocodiles. All of them apparently with plenty of patience and kindness for an adolescent boy so obviously in awe of their perfectly sculpted bodies. And with my great, great uncle having me train in viewing distance of my guardians, I would notice, or to be fair, be told, that both of them were watching. And whether it was the stern talk or just them sensing a bit of the same jealousy I had been feeling, from that day on, thing began to change again. Though not simply back to how they had been, we were past that. As I said, I am lucky. A spoiled prince, without doubt. Though no longer a boy myself. And as such, I was more than happy to bask in the attention I now was starting to get from other big, strong and dashing beast men. Almost as if the whole affair had broken down an invisible barrier that had kept me isolated. And maybe spurred on by it, or just because, as I said, they always had been my friends, always had shown that they cared for me, my two guardians would make sure to be there for our usual shared games, be it play wrestling, sneaking off on little adventures or other things… As I told you before, our games did not stay just boyish and innocent for long…  
Thus, even when I still would now and then feel jealous if some girl would turn my guardians’ heads, I knew that as a friend, as the one they had sworn to protect, I would come first. And also, as this the farcical little escapade I shall write down here shows, that with how things tended to be, I would still get most of the virile seed those two would be so eager to sow.  
And this precious time we get to share, as much as I dread it to come to an end eventually, always will make me feel blessed…_

"Well, doesn't this just beat all?!", the exasperated voice of my cheetah guardian made me lift my head, away from the scroll I had been reading, lying on the big bed next to Abasi, who possessively had one leg entwined with mine. I could feel the ripple of his muscles as he shifted, looking up at Diallo, the long cheetah tail lashing, his fur slightly matted with sweat and gleaming a bit in the dim light.  
“What does?”, the Jackal asked with a grin, showing off the white fangs, making a stark contrast against his short, black fur.  
“Girls! Seriously!”, the cheetah answered with a huff and a crooked grin of his own. His gaze was meeting mine, noticing my expression, his grin softening a little, becoming a bit more self conscious.  
“Oh, don’t give me that look, my prince! You won’t after you hear this, trust me. If anything, you’re going to like it.”  
I cocked my head a bit to the side, giving him a slightly doubtful look, before I made sure to carefully roll up my scroll and nudge Abasi to shift a bit, so we could make space on the big bed for the cheetah. And Diallo did not waste time, his fur brushing against my naked body.  
He smelled of sweat and sunshine, the scent of clean fur mixing with a fresh, musky note I did not mind at all. Just as I always liked how his coat felt tickling my bare skin, his tail, as usual, quickly snaked its way around one of my legs in a possessive gesture.  
“Okay, tell us then: who had the good judgment to reject you this time?”, I said, teasing a little, earning me a playful growl, which Abasi returned with a low, equally playful snarl, pulling me a bit closer to him, making me feel the short, velvety fur against my back, stretching over his muscular chest and abdomen. As usual, they would not waste a chance to have a little dominance game. And in this case, I did not mind as much being in the middle of it. I was only hoping Abasi had put the scroll he had been entertaining himself with while I had been reading mine out of harm's way before things would escalate, one way or the other...  
“Oh, shush, you mutt”, Diallo quipped back with a grin, though apparently content with just still having his tail around my leg to assert his claim.  
“And no worries, you are getting the full story. As I said, you two will likely find it a hoot…”

The cheetah let out a low, rumbling purr as he stretched his limbs. His training finished, the old lion having just dismissed him with the usual growling admonishment about what he wanted him to improve on until next time, Diallo was all set to enjoy a rare bit of free time. And he already knew how he wanted to spend it. There had been that new servant girl assigned to their wing of the palace. Pretty young, with just the right mix of slender limbs and some curves in the right place, a cute perky face beneath a short hairdo, with almost the same soft brown complexion their prince had. From what he had been able to see, her manner might perhaps be a bit prone to shift from bubbly to bashful, but otherwise? Pretty sweet. And it had rather been a while…  
And the best thing? She totally had been looking his way while busy with her errands. Obvious interest, if he was any judge. Which, alas, was a bit rare…  
Human females could be really picky. And it personally rankled his pride that his buddy Abasi had much more luck than him on that front. Still remembered several months ago, right after their training, when that son of a jackal had been washing up at the well and had three of them oohing and aahing over him, wanting to feel up his muscles, while he was giving them his whole good dog spiel. Well, it had also been the same night that Mat had come home earlier than expected to find his buddy still busily inside one of them. On the prince’s bed. Well, Diallo sure had not complained that it meant that he would be very pointedly favored – and frankly rather spoiled with delightfully enjoyable attention – for a good bit. Not that their prince could really stay mad at either of them for long, but the rule from then on had been clear. No taking their conquests to their shared chamber. And, well, no neglecting their prince. He was a sweet, rather needy boy after all. His and Abasi’ sweet, needy boy…  
Just, leaving the fact aside that both he and the jackal were still young and horny themselves, while their prince would too often be unavailable for a quick romp, they also both had always been too much into girls to be fully happy to exclusively dine on even the finest, most succulent buck…  
Especially when the does were so plentiful and also quite appetizing…  
He waited for when the girl would have to bend down – giving him a nice view of her ass – to casually walk over on silent pawpads. So that she would get a nice little surprise glimpse of the goods beneath his loincloth when she would rise up again…  
“Hello there… Could not help noticing how you kept looking at me as I was going through my training. Anything I can do for a cute girl like you?”, he purred, unable not to grin as he saw her go rigid. And then almost jump up, staring at him with wide eyes, letting out almost a squeak as she looked at him. He just could not help a chuckle.  
“Ooooh! Oh gods! You, you’re talking to me? Diallo? The prince’s personal guard? Oh, I, I cannot believe this, this is so, so, oh, I so had been wanting to get this chance...”, she said, voice quivering a bit, the eagerness hiding behind a whole thicket of nervous tension, almost palpable. Well, that was new. Not that he minded, but he was sure used to haughtier retorts.  
“Well, and there you got it…”, he purred, getting just a bit closer, making sure to flex his muscles. This was gonna be so easy. And he was so gonna rub it in Abasi’s face. So much for his taunts about his conquests and how the cheetah should just watch and learn.  
“Ooooh, wow… Oh gods, I really am talking to one of the prince’s personal guards…”, she half mumbled to herself, her eyes shifting, from his body, to his face, to anywhere but him. She was being so overwhelmed it seemed almost too easy. And there were so many nice quiet spots close by, too. Just perfect for a nice, quick romp…  
“Sounds like you have been really quite excited to meet me. No need to fret though, I only bite people who are into that…”, he chuckled, giving her a playful, toothy grin, leaning in a bit closer. He could see her quivering excitement. And he could already imagine her hands roaming over his slightly sore muscles with the same excitement. He gave her a low, playful purr…  
“Wanna tell me what you were so eager to talk about? You’re cute, so, I think I can give you the chance for whatever you had in mind…”, he closed in, his voice deep and rich…  
And, well, that was where suddenly, the girl basically flew at him. Not into his arms, more in his face. And instead of the bashful stammer, he was suddenly greeted with a burning enthusiasm.  
“You, you mean it?! Oh, gods, please, tell me! About you! About the prince and, kyaaah!”, her voice broke out into a high pitched sound, almost a whimper, as she looked at him. That was, well, that was different. Even with his, alas, almost proverbial bad luck, he had his share of getting women to look at him with want. What he was not used to was that want almost searing with intensity, while at the same time having a strangely distant quality, as if she was looking at something in the far distance. Something that only happened to share a space with him. He was a bit too baffled to reply. But he did not really have to.  
“Is it true you three are sleeping together? In the same bed? Every night?!”, she almost gasped.  
“Erh, yeah?”, he replied, feeling like being herded along a strange, yet unfamiliar path.  
“Oooh, it really is! Gods it is! Oooh, that, that is soo hot! You three, together, every night. Waking up in the morning and three young men, spending the night together and oooh, I, I cannot even speak it out! But you both and the prince, and….”, she paused, her breath going quickly, as her gaze seemed to wander all over his body in, again, that weirdly passionately distant way. He was not quite sure what he was dealing with here, but he was not just letting the whole thing slip fully out of his paws and away into whatever strange new land he had just been thrust into. He tried a purr.  
“Ooh, yes, every night, well, except sometimes, when he is away on some duty. It can get a bit lonely if we have to wait for him, you know. Means we have to turn somewhere else for attention”, he grinned at her, the expression laden with innuendo. It failed…  
“So, does that mean, you, you and Abasi, when the prince is not there, do you…”, she leaned in, whispering into his ear. Diallo felt his tail dropping a bit, a little bit of heat rising to his cheeks.  
“Erh, well, we do. Sometimes. I mean, we are comrades and, erh, help each other out now and then. But, erh, you know, that is, that is not really…”, ‘what I was talking about’, was what he meant to say. But she just let out another high pitched sound, starting a whole volley of new questions:  
“Who, who of you usually does, you know…?”  
“Erh, I mean, it, it is kinda an even thing…”  
“Does the prince ever, you know, does he, does he do you?”  
“Oh, erh, no! He really prefers it the other way. Very much so!”  
“Do, do you ever, I mean, both of you, do him, at the same time?!”  
“Well, you think either of us is gonna just wait for the other to finish?”  
“Ooooh! Does, does the prince have a preference? Between you two? You know, I, I am really a huge DialloxMat girl! I mean, Abasi is really handsome as well, but… Oh, just, you and the prince together! When I see you two walking next to each other, when I see your tail twisting around his leg, when he blushes! Oh, just thinking of that… kyaaaah!”  
“Oooh, yeah, trust me, I am his favorite! There have been whole days when he was only looking at me and not even had eyes for that Jackal! And anyone saying he also pointedly ignored me after the festival is just lying…”  
“Has any of you ever sworn undying love to the other?! Oh, please, pleeeeaaaase, I have so wanted to hear that! Please tell me you made a vow to him! That would be soo romantic!”  
“Erh, well, about vows, we, umh, we did kinda pledge our lives to him when we were boys….”  
“Ooooh, you did? And when you were still young?! That, that is just perfect…  
And, and, did he, did he ever…? You know. Declare how much he loves you?!”  
“Umh, well...”  
“Oh, he did! I can tell the way you are looking! Ohh, gods, haaaaaaaah!”  
Finally, she paused. And Diallo, not quite sure about what way he supposedly had been looking, or for that matter, what some of his responses had ended up meaning, according to the girl, finally had a chance to catch his bearings. He definitely had not expected this to go this way. And part of him was not sure what sort of intimate revelations he had just made. His mind had to parse it back, leaving him feeling unfamiliarly flustered. Diallo looked at the girl, who was still looking rather flustered with excitement herself and tried his best, charming grin. Alas, before he had the chance for anything more, a loud, familiar scream sounded from down the corridor that led to the small inner garden he had been training in. Oh, yes, he knew that voice from many a boyhood scolding. The girl froze, giving him an apologetic look.  
“Oh, that is her! She expects me to help with the linen for the prince’s chamber! I had gotten away to clean here so I could watch you train and, ooh, I am soo, soo glad I got to talk to you!”  
At that, the cheetah brightened, giving her a cocksure grin: “Oh, you were? Well, let’s meet again then. Whenever the old biddy is not keeping you occupied…”  
She smiled at him, already picking up her brush and shovel: “Oh, yes please! You need to tell me more. M, more juicy details about you and the prince! Oh, just thinking about you two, all, all, ooooh, but, I need to go! But thanks sooo much, this, this is just soo awesome!”  
And with that, she was running off. Leaving the cheetah standing there. Uncharacteristically left in the dust, hand still outstretched. Then he let out a long sigh.  
"Well, doesn't this just beat all?!"

I could not help it. I tried, but at the end of the story, I just could not help laughing, rocking forward, ending with my face pressed against the cheetah’s chestfur, inhaling the mix of sweat, sunshine, the flowers from the garden and the underlying scent of big cat. I could still see his face in my mind, that exasperated expression, that only got all the funnier with that little hint of self-deprecating humor in his retelling. Abasi, behind me, had joined with a snort and a chuckle.  
“Yeah, keep laughing, you two. I was giving her the full package, the show, the purr, everything, and all she wants to ask me about is which peg is fitting in which hole here.”  
I was snorting with laughter, ending up almost with a whole mouth full of cheetah fur. I could feel the rumble, the playful scritch of clawed fingers, as I was subtly being pulled closer, showing me that despite his words, my cheetah was finding the whole thing amusing as well. And that he was likely not minding that it earned him some extra attention…  
“I am sorry, but you have to admit, it is hilarious…”, I finally said.  
“Well, yeah, I told you, you would like it. That both of you would find it a hoot. Laughing about your poor cheetah guardian ending up all neglected…”, he replied, his tone clearly playful, but his paw being rather full of single minded purpose, as it traveled over my bare skin…  
“Well, I wonder…”, Abasi chimed in with a playful tone in his voice, as I felt another paw on me, blocking the cheetah just as he was moving towards my butt, as if to defend his territory.  
“...do you just always end up with the girls giving you the cold shoulder because there is something”, he took an audible sniff, “that just doesn’t make them want to end up all intimate with you for some reason?”  
I felt the tension, playful as it was, thrumming through the cheetah body. Their paws were now pressing against each other, just on the edge of discomfort, as they wrestled for territory.  
“Oh, and what might that be?”, Diallo growled back looking past me at the jackal.  
“I dunno, maybe you just smell bad…”, Abasi quipped. I could not see his face, but I could picture that jackal grin. Diallo growled in return, his eyes bright, his grin showing his fangs.  
“Hah, that is rich, coming from a smelly mutt.”, Diallo retorted, the game obviously was on...  
“Well, I made it a point to wash up when I came back from training. You still smell of sweat and cat. Reminds me of what those people from the north once said. A colorful little saying in their language. Calling it smelling like a panther cat. I can see where they get that from…”, Abasi countered, Diallo though was grinning only all the more fiercely in return. I let out a sigh. Those exploring hands had been nice… And now they were busy exchanging verbal barbs instead…  
“Well, I’m not a panther though, not that I expect a mutt to understand the difference. Even then, not sure what those northerners would be on, or if you are just flapping your mouth. Cause I do not have to go all the way to the North to hear people talking about the stench of dog breath. Makes me kinda wonder how our prince can bear it when you get your turn to eat him up. Ah, well, guess he is just too much of a nice boy to complain.”  
“You two, stop. You are being silly, you know I don’t think either of you…”, but I was cut off…  
“Well, he certainly is nice enough to be the one human who never turns you down. Poor Mat, always putting up with that good for nothing cheetah. Maybe you better tell him that I am your favorite, so he can at least appreciate all the attention he is getting…”, Abasi taunted. I rolled my eyes. So that part about Diallo saying to the girl that he was my favorite had stung his pride?  
“Well, then let’s have him judge it! You know he’s too much of a good boy to make a convincing liar. So, here we go…”, Diallo grabbed me, his mouth hovering over me, before opening wide, to let me peer into the familiar, yawning abyss. One, which as I had written before, I was rather intimately familiar with. It sent a warm shiver down my spine, as his hot breath washed over me. A sweet tingle that made my heart thump. Making me forget my intent to protest for a bit. And then, I was let go with a last, long, teasing lick over my nose.  
“Hmmmh, see, now tell me, anything unpleasant about MY maw?”, he grinned.  
“No…”, I got out, still feeling warm and flustered, with that oversensitive tingle around my already pert nipples and my groin. I was not given much chance for more than that though.  
“And now for that mutt!”, he growled, pushing me against Abasi. And after a hot moment of being smothered between their muscular bodies, caught in the playful bout of wrestling, I found myself almost shoved face first into the open maw. Warm breath was washing over me. And no, it did not smell bad. I could smell a hint of tea laced with a bit of liquor. The sharp tang of the spices from the afternoon meal the servants had brought us. And his own scent. I felt the slightly rough tongue against my face, him having to push back a bit against Diallo almost pushing me in. I was breathing hard, feeling flushed and strangely now all the more aware of every place where my skin brushed against their fur. When I finally was let go, now face to face  with both their inquisitive expressions, waiting for my verdict, I just shook my head pointedly.  
“I could have told you without all this that neither of you has bad breath. If you had, I would not let you eat me all the time. And, umh, you both know that barring the fact that you keep wanting to do it when I need to be presentable and in one piece the next morning, I do kinda like it…”  
I felt my cheeks heat up, Abasi grinning, looking all pleased with himself while Diallo’s expression had a fair bit of disappointment mixed in. There was tension in the air. Me having said it, we all knew what the night was headed for. But, as it turned out, the two were not finished yet with their little game. I let out a startled sound as one muscular, dark furred arm wrapped around me, while the other was lifted up. Right before I was pushed face first into Abasi’s armpit!  
“Round two then! FIrst you get nice, clean jackal armpits…”, Abasi said with a laugh, fingers trailing through my hair as he playfully pushed me deeper, almost making my nose hurt a bit from the pressure of being smothered into the dark cavity between his firm, powerful muscles. Clean?  “ell, maybe not. The smell of sweat was lingering. Not offensively so, but there was this musky, woodsy scent of it, mixed with the natural scent of his fur and a bit of one of the scented oils. I almost had to grin a bit. He did really try to be nice and clean. But he was an active young man, doing a lot of sweaty exercises. And the lingering note of that and the musky scent of male were not something you could just completely scrub off . And frankly, I liked it that way. It was the nice comforting scent of him, but extra potent. And pressed against his muscles, I definitely was feeling my growing erection swell. So if Abasi were to be a bit less rough and treated it more like a sensual tease rather than a silly game, I would have really enjoyed this a lot. But, thus, I was not too unhappy when I was being pulled out, now facing Diallo. He gave me a strange look, almost as if he was half accusing, half imploring me to not turn this into some kind of mean joke after how I had reacted to the previous part of their silly game. I did not get any chance for any real reaction though before I was shoved into Diallo’s armpit.  
“And now, smelly cheetah pit! You tell us, my prince, who smells bad and who doesn’t!”  
Abasi might have been right in one aspect. With Diallo fresh from his training, the smell was stronger. But it was also fresh, with that almost sweet, heady note, mixing with the salty, earthy aroma of sweaty male. And the lingering scent of the flowers only accentuated and complimented it. I also could still smell the sun on his fur, that lingering clean heat. And all of it was very much him. A scent both comfortingly familiar after many years of living so closely together and also enticing and arousing. My stiff cock was rubbing against his fur and I noticed the shift going through his body as he noticed it in turn. He let out a pleased purr, running clawed fingers over my naked skin as I inhaled. I liked his scent, liked it a lot…  
“Well, I fear, Abasi, there is a bit of a snag to this whole game…”, Diallo chuckled, shifting his leg a bit to deliberately rub against my throbbing cock, making me let out a drawn out whimper.  
“Ah, yeah, I guess I underestimated what a dirty boy our prince can be…”, Abasi chuckled, pulling me away, still gently, but as if to make sure Diallo would not be getting me all to himself.  
“Yeah, but, I think that hard prick says all about who he likes better…”, the cheetah purred.  
“Huh, maybe I should shove him somewhere else of yours and see if he still likes it”, Abasi quipped back. I felt his grip shift on my shoulders, tensing up as I already was afraid I knew where this might be going…  
“No, no, not that one!”, I tried to interject, but as so often, neither of them was listening…  
“Heh, dogs, always thinking about sniffing butts…”, Diallo said with a leer, but his tail was already shifting. I looked at him, shaking my head, but he was busy staring at Abasi, both of them showing fangs. The Jackal gave a shrug, grinning broadly, his hands on my shoulders.  
“You know, could also see who of us can fit him in that way around…”  
I saw Diallo grinning, lifting up one leg, tail pushing aside, treating me to the sight of where I usually would be leaving once my cheetah guardian was done with me.  
“Stop! Both of you!”, I almost yelled, digging my fingers into their fur and sending out a quick pulse of magic, earning me a startled yowl from both of them. It was not a harming spell. Just a stream of magic that was akin to a little discharge that would temporarily make their muscles go slack, leaving me free to wriggle out of their grips, rising to a sitting position and giving both of them a reproachful glare, that was answered by sheepish expressions, Diallo grinning as he scratched the back of his head, while Abasi was trying to give me his best puppy dog look.  
“I don’t know if I even believe those tales about devouring someone with your behind. But if they are true, you will have to try that with someone else…”, I gave them another glare for good measure, before sliding back between them. After all, as had been well established, I just could not really stay angry with them for long. And thankfully, my forgiveness in turn was quickly rewarded with strong hands running over my naked skin as their muscular bodies, rumbling with a purr in Diallo’s case, were pressing against me from both sides again.  
“Hmmmh, sorry my prince, we got a bit carried away, but we get it, no butts, eh?”, Diallo chuckled, Abasi joining in. I just sighed, letting them both feel me up and enjoying the feel of their warm muscles and the pleasant sensation of their fur against my skin…  
“Good… I mean, you know I really like how you guys smell, just, well, not sure about down there. But, anything else, umh, I do rather like it actually. Like, your breath or your armpits…”, I said, a bit flustered as I nestled against them, seeing Abasi slightly raising an eyebrow. Maybe less in disbelief, but perhaps more surprised I would say it so directly after all their shenanigans earlier. But his smile did look rather pleased. I turned over to Diallo, looking at him.  
“...I do mean it. It is you, but also sunlight, salt, the inner garden and something nice and earthy. Like lying in a blooming garden near the sea, smelling the rich earth, the salt on the breeze with that slightly musky sweet scent like fresh seafood mixed in with the scent of the flowers.”  
He looked at me, maybe almost a little flustered. I smiled, before turning to Abasi.  
“With you, I can still smell some of the fragrant oils and it is maybe fainter, but there is that woodsy smell too which neither of you ever can get rid of. And, well, your fur always smells more of you. I think it is because it is shorter. So, it is perhaps a bit like breathing in a nice lacquered cabinet in which there are still traces of the oil and the spices kept in it….”  
I paused, seeing Abasi looking a little bashful, but also not displeased.  
“You know my prince, for a human, you do have rather a keen nose. And, well, definitely a way with words. I am not sure I would call it that way, but, well…”, he paused, smiling at me.  
“...if you enjoy it so much, maybe we should give you some more…”, he grinned, over my head, at the cheetah. And while I could not see Diallo’s face, I was sure they were sharing an expression. And this time, they were being more gentle. I let out a soft moan as I found myself pressed face first against muscular pectorals, flexing, as I was being manhandled, guided along the curves of well toned muscles. While not as strongly potent as in their armpits, their scent was there and I was guided gently to where it would be perhaps even more pronouncedly musky and male, as a stiff, slightly slick cheetah cock was bumping against my nose and cheeks.  
“Well, you better take care of this though, my prince, while we take care of you. After all, it is your fault for making cute little maids be more interested in me having my way with you, rather than with them…”, Diallo’s voice was trembling a bit, the need rather obvious, and I was happy to lap over the stiff, oozing shaft, the taste of his precum flooding my mouth. I worked my tongue over the spots I knew where he was most sensitive, his hips bucking, pushing his cock right into my mouth. I suppressed the gag reflex, sucking on it hard, my nose brushing his pubic fur, inhaling the scent of his arousal. Alas, after a while, I had to release him, gasping for air, leaving his shaft dripping with saliva. Just as two strong hands grabbed my shoulders.  
“Hmmmh, no fair, leaving me all unattended, my prince…”, Abasi panted. His cock was ruddy with arousal, a pearl of precum beading at the tip, my guard shuddering and letting out a pleased whine as I leaned down and took it into my mouth, while Diallo’s hands were kneading my ass, spreading me open. I felt an oil coated finger pushing against my entrance, but it took me a bit to relax and let him in. Abasi was bucking his hips, my mouth and nose filled with the aroma of horny jackal. My own cock, having softened a bit, soon began to press achingly against fur and fabric, as another finger was added. And then withdrawn. I felt myself gaping, open, shivering, knowing what would come next. I let go of Abasi’s cock, leaving it slick, but maybe not yet slick enough. They pulled me up, our limbs in an almost acrobatic shuffle ending with me sitting on both their laps, facing Diallo, seeing his pleased, cocky grin, looking down at his stiff, oiled up cock, just as I felt Abasi’s pushing between my cheeks from behind. He must have taken advantage of the little jar of oil always in the nightstand, the same as Diallo had. And thus, he slid in easily, making me whimper at the warm sensation and the blunt pressure. Then Diallo came next. It took a bit of maneuvering, but soon, I felt his shaft push in next to Abasi’s. Taking both of them at once like that had taken some getting used to. Even now, I could not help crying out. It did hurt a bit. But it also felt really hot. And there was a certain pride in having them both sliding in up to the hilt, groaning as their muscular bodies pressed against me from both sides. I could feel my pert nipples rub against Diallo’s and he grinned wide as he felt me shiver and press against him eagerly. My head thrown back, I felt a rough tongue lapping over my neck.  
“Hmmmh, I know exactly what you like, my prince, and good thing we are all bendy enough to get it all in, huh?”, he chuckled, my face flushed with heat. We were all a tangle of limbs and bodies. And he was right, they both made sure to get in all the things I liked. The playful licks and nibbles and also, since my one rather shameful interest had been so thoroughly laid bare, it was not long until they had shifted me, down on my back, both of them, big and thick as they were, still stuck in me, as they pressed me down. And with arms stretched to pin mine down above my head, both of them were exposing their pits. And I could just take in the beautiful flex of hard muscle, where arm and chest and shoulder merged, short fur and hide drawn tight to make me appreciate all of it. All the beautifully sculpted muscles meeting there in the little cavity. And both of them grinning knowingly, playfully, teasingly. I let out a whimper. They chuckled.  
“Come on, I know you want more, my prince. And when you phrase it in such pretty words, well, who would mind you being a bit of a dirty boy, eh?”, Abasi winked at me, flexing his muscles.  
“I, haah, I don’t think you get to call me dirty when it is you two the old matron always had to drag me to the baths to scrub me clean over!”, I protested, halfheartedly. As much as my mother or others might wrinkle their noses and say something disdainful about the smell of beastmen, any beastmen, I never had thought they smelled bad. Humans, animals, beastmen, sure they all had their own scent. There would be things like sweat, the odors of ill health and the lingering aromas of the day and some of those could surely turn foul. But I never minded the scent of my two guardians. Not even, well, maybe especially not after a sweaty night of carnal pleasures. But that said, knowing that strong, musky scent, I could not exactly complain about being scrubbed clean in the morning. To be spared the embarrassment of carrying it with me to betray to everyone what we had been up to the night before…  
But right now, being pushed nose first into the black pit of the jackal, I could just shamelessly breathe it in, feeling the warm tingle his scent sent through my body, the mix of arousal and the comforting, safe feeling of familiarity. His scent had taken a more pronounced masculine note, fresh sweat making it closer to Diallo’s scent, if still very distinctly Abasi. And before long, I felt strong hands guiding me to the cheetah flexing pectorals, rubbing my face against the strong muscle and pert nipple, before putting me into the armpit, as if not to lose out on the whimpering, happy appreciation of his strong, healthy body. My cock was throbbing painfully as I inhaled, as they both kept pushing into me. Slick, pulsing, their bodies trembling. I thought I could even smell how close they were. And, I? I was not far behind. It took a bit to recover from the initial penetration, it always did, but they both did all the little things to make me whimper and ache with pleasure. Including this. Their scent was arousing me as much as their muscular bodies, their dominance, the slick, throbbing cocks, the heat emanating from them, the tickle of their fur against my skin. I felt the smooth, leathery pads of their hands playfully rubbing against my sensitive nipples, back and forth, a slow tease that made me throb and whimper. Even without them even touching my cock, I was so close…  
“Hnnnh, say now, my prince, who is your favorite?”, Diallo chuckled as I was nuzzling against him with a needy moan and his claws gently teased one nipple.  
“You, you both are, you know that, hnnnnh!”, I cried out, feeling the build up, my sphincter clenching. I was not the first though. Diallo let out a very feline yowl as his warm seed spurted into me. His jaws clamped down on one of my shoulders. His warm breath, the pressure and the playful threat of violence made me throb with a strange, ticklish warmth. I let out a helpless cry as my own seed shot from my cock, leaving a sticky mess over skin and fur. Abasi was last, thrusting for what seemed like a blissful eternity, as I ran my hand over his trembling muscles in my daze of afterglow, before he let out a blissful whimper, as his warm seed flooded me, mixing with Diallo’s, dripping slowly from my stretched hole…  
We all just lay there for a bit, panting, unable to do anything. With them on top of me, I felt maybe just a bit too cramped, but I still enjoyed it. My heart pounding as I felt trapped beneath their warm bodies. Maybe that should be a distressing feeling. But, for me, with them, it just felt right. Blissful, warm afterglow, with their both comforting and enticing scent lulling me into a blissful haze. With them like this, I felt completely, utterly safe and content…  
Well, until a rather loud, gurgling rumble broke the slowing rhythm of breaths and heartbeats.  
I looked at a grinning Abasi. Then came another, hardly less loud rumbling, followed by a toothy cheetah grin. We exchanged glances. I sighed, pressing my head into the warm, slightly musky fur. I did not mind what was obviously to come, but this right now, lying with them, felt nice. And I wanted just a bit more…  
“Hnnnh, we could always call for a servant to bring some refreshments and just keep lying like this for a bit…”, I suggested, if not with too much conviction behind it. A shiver ran down my spine.  
“Aaah, but my prince, that just would not do.  I really am hungry…”, Abasi teased, leaning in for a slow, rather sensual lick over my cheek. I whimpered. I could deny how nice and sensual it felt…  
“I’m hungry, too”, Diallo growled, playfully, taking my ear between his teeth. I whimpered.  
“Don’t think you just get him like this without a fuss, Abasi…”  
“I think I, haaah, should get some say in that!”, I tried to protest, but I had trouble not being distracted by the tongues and teeth exploring my body, the strong hands grasping me. I tried to struggle against their grip, partly because I really would have enjoyed a bit more time just nestled between them, but…  
Partly because, even as exhausted and still out of breath as I was, as we all were, I actually had to be honest: I enjoyed playing along with those little games. More than just a little…  
I just loved feeling their powerful muscles at work. And of course, they could easily overpower me. Just, that would not be as much fun. So they gave me just enough of a chance, held back a little, letting me exert myself, trying to snake out of their grips. I saw them grinning down at me. I grinned back. My biggest chance of course was that they both were play fighting over me. The bed was creaking beneath us, but I was not too worried. We may have ended up breaking one bed in the past, but that was before we had gotten the extra solid dark wood construction we had now. One built to keep up with two rambunctious beastmen and a human happy to let them fool around.  
Sweat was running down from my own armpits, Abasi’s grip where he had been pinning down my wrists had slackened, as Diallo was trying to push him aside, but me using the chance to slip out just meant the cheetah got to wrap his arms around me from behind, in a grip way too strong for me to do anything about it. His groin was pressing against my ass, a swelling cock pushing against my cheeks. I could not help a chuckle. How could he already get hard again?!  
Well, then again, I was feeling a pleasant stirring in my own groin. I would not be far behind…  
I let out a little yelp when I suddenly not only found Abasi’s strong hands grabbing my legs, pinning them down, but also something warm and wet around my toes, a familiar tongue licking playfully over my feet. I let out a whimper, heat rushing to my cheeks. I was always careful to keep myself  clean and pleasant, but feet, well, would always be a slightly less clean part. Right? So, getting them licked, engulfed in a warm maw, always made me flustered. Maybe it was silly, given that I was happy to nuzzle my face in my two friends' fur and inhale their scent, no matter really how long since they last had bathed, but I could not help now and then feel self conscious myself. After all, they were different from me. But, so far, neither Abasi nor Diallo had expressed anything but enjoyment licking over my naked skin as they would devour every inch of it. And that, that was something that on a very primal, visceral level really was flattering…  
So, even though I kept squirming, part because of the ticklish feeling, part to not just easily concede the game, I could not help the moan as I felt myself being devoured alive. You could not ever quite stop your body from flinching, shivering and wriggling at this feeling, but there was also a carnal, lustful decadence to it. One that made my cock swell with heat at the primal sensation. Power, dominance and well, hunger of course...  I let out a moan. And that, well, that was of course where Diallo had to make his counter play. For he definitely had noticed now and he also was definitely not just giving up.  
“Sneaky mutt, No fair starting without me!”, he growled, though still with a grin, as I could see when he turned us around to be face to face. I could feel his clawed fingers dig into my skin as he forced my arms down. He gave my face a slow, sensual lick that made me blush, our eyes meeting for a moment before his grin opened wide. I let out a whimper as I felt the warm darkness engulf me, together with his breath. It was not the first time I had ended up like this, half way down one maw, halfway down the other. And I admit, by this point, putting my hands on Diallo’s body was less to push against his grip and more to enjoy feeling his muscles straining beneath the fur. I just never could keep up the pretense of serious resistance for too long. But, as I said before, I also loved to feel his powerful muscles at work as he made sure to answer even this token struggle. That, he could of course do with ease. The real fight was between which of them would get me. Abasi who was working himself up past my knees, or Diallo whose rough tongue was teasing my sensitive nipples…  
Being like that, lost in this strange, arousing and intimidating tightness engulfing me from both ends, made me wonder if any of the others they ate would also enjoy the slick heat and the greedily exploring tongues as much. Maybe not. Though, maybe some would. Maybe, deep in the south, where I read that in those places where the beastmen ruled over humans, there would be tributes delivered to them. Young men, just like me, chosen to nourish their masters. I had read that those young men would present themselves without duress. For after all, a willing sacrifice was always the most potent and desirable…  
One like me. As here I was willingly sacrificing myself to my guardians. Well, to be fair, I was not sacrificing my life of course. Merely however long it would take for my body to nourish them and for my divine essence to, well, pass along with what would be left of me. That last part might be a bit shameful, but thankfully, I would have no experience of any of that. As my body was broken down, my divine spirit would be free to roam, sometimes to experience strange visions, not all of which I likely could remember. But during that time, when I would be drifting between our world and that beyond, where spirits and gods would dwell, I never had felt any censure at how I decided to use my divine gifts. So, I hoped those same gods and spirits, who I would entreat with in the holy ceremonies, were looking kindly on me. For so far, they had never rebuked me in the flesh, as much as they had not scolded me in the spirit. So perhaps they were seeing it for not just a mere, senseless act of carnal pleasure. Pleasurable as it was. For my guardians. And also for me. Maybe the gods and spirits would see it as an act of giving myself to them, for how they in turn had pledged their lives to protect me. And as their warm maws engulfed me, I felt both ecstatic and strangely serene. My two guardians were doing so much for me. Always there for me. So more than anything, I wanted to give back to them equally. All of me…  
My face was burning as I felt their tongues reaching my balls and the tip of my leaking cock. My moan was muffled by Diallo’s throat. And the hot, stuffy air made me feel a little delirious. Abasi was playing with my balls, using just enough pressure, coaxing me to squirm and tremble as the rough cheetah tongue on the other side teased my leaking tip, sliding down over my shaft. I winced at how intense it felt, a violent, almost painful throbbing sensation running from my stiff erection all through my body. I would not last long. And I was sure they could tell. My hands were in place to stoke through their fur, trying to express my appreciation as best I could. No more pretense at fighting back. They knew I wanted this too much to pretend otherwise by this point. My head was spinning as I felt my consciousness flickering, rocked back and forth between oblivion and sweet release. It made it seem longer than it likely was, my mind tumbling through visions of all the things we would do and the few more I had not yet worked up the courage to ask for. My balls and cock were throbbing with pent up need, ready to burst as Abasi’s tongue pushed against Diallo’s, warring for dominance at the base of my shaft. It was too much to take. I just came undone, cock throbbing as my helpless pleasure released itself in thick, hot spurts, my body twitching and spasming uncontrollably, hanging in the precarious balance…  
I must have really passed out then, because the next thing I could see was Diallo’s face, looking at me, his dreadlocks disheveled, his expression a mix of a smile and a grumpy pout. I reached out an arm to touch, running my hand through his headfur, wanting to comfort him. Or show my appreciation. Or just feel his fur. Likely all of it. He was grinning wryly, but obviously enjoying the touch. I winced as I felt a warm tongue lapping over my pert nipples, from the other side this time. Abasi was claiming his prize…  
“You had the advantage. His weight was pulling him down into your maw. And you started eating him when I was holding him! Seriously! And you call me a cheetah?!”  
Dazed as I was, I could not have said if he was making a pun on his species, or whether he had referred to his undoubtedly very real tendency to be a shameless rulebreaker. EIther way, Abasi, with his mouth full of me, only managed a very muffled chuckle in response. Nevertheless, he was being magnanimous in victory at least. So he lowered himself down until I found myself with my nose in Diallo’s groin. Right with his still full and erect cock bobbing there, ready for me to give it a long, eager lick.  
“Hnnnh, though I guess, this is not, haaah, that bad a second prize either…”, he purred, running his fingers through my matted hair, coaxing me on. And while I was maybe a bit slowly and clumsy, dazed as I was, my cheetah guardian must have been pretty pent up. It just took a few slow, but eager licks until he let out a cry, throwing back his head as his hips pushed forward. I wrapped my lips around the tip of his throbbing erection, sucked on it as if I was desperate for the salty, lifegiving seed. Then I pushed down, tongue pressing against the underside of his shaft, until it came spurting warm, thick and musky over my tastebuds.  
I did not get to savor it for long though. Abasi may have been wanting to make sure his friend was taken care of, but I could feel the hungry rumble greeting me, where his stomach was already engulfing my feet, my legs. He threw back his head, allowing me just a brief moment to look at Diallo, grinning, likely enjoying how his semen was running in thick strands from my mouth. How it meant Abasi would still taste some of it, as he greedily worked me down. When the jackal’s slick tongue would be lapping over my face, before the rows of white fangs would close, leaving me in the warm, hungry darkness of him…  
The slide was quick. Or maybe I passed out again. Pretty soon, I just lay curled up there, panting, rather impressed that my cock was already stirring again. The walls were closing down on me, a loud belch shaking my whole world as I settled into a tight ball of limbs and skin slick with sweat, saliva and the hungry juices ready to claim me. They tingled on my sensitive skin as I managed to slide in a hand, teasing my cock. It felt so good…  
Even if I was not a divine, immortal prince. I do not think that it would have changed that. That primal, shameful but enticing sensation. Something about it just felt very deeply right. Like a deeply buried memory being roused. Outside of the timeless kingdoms of the deepest jungle, humans might rule. By number, by ingenuity, by magic, like in our kingdom. But maybe that could never quite shut up a deep yearning, for the timeless, ancient era, where beastmen would be hunting in the primeval jungles and plains. And where humans would be their prey. Maybe that past still called to us. And maybe both I and those young men in those southern lands were just honoring an ancient law of the jungle, a pact. Paying the price for the peace elsewhere now enjoyed between predator and prey…  
Maybe it was that which might all of this feel so deeply right…  
Like the slow, booming heartbeat. Like the way sensing Abasi, his breath, his movement, the rhythm of his body as it had taken me in became my whole world. I knew him. I knew them both. And as I squirmed for a better position to stroke my slick, tingling cock, I knew my jackal guardian was doing the same. Enjoying his part of that ancient pact, My frantic movements cheering him on. And I could so easily tell how he was getting closer. In his breath, heartbeat and the tension running through his body. It spurred me on in turn: quick, firm strokes, whimpers of need escaping my mouth. I felt his whole body jerking violently in his climax, the stomach jostling me, getting busy, constricting around me as he was spilling his warm seed. It was the last push I needed, for my own aching, desperate release. My cock was painfully hard, my balls contracting, wringing the last bit of warm semen from my own loins to spurt and spill over the hungry walls, until I just went slack, panting, face twisting into a blissful smile as I felt the darkness quickly closing in on me with blissful, warm oblivion…  
I could only hope that I never, ever would forget how lucky I was indeed…