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As Sonic walks through the corridors of Castle Doom, feeling nervous beyond reason, he can’t shake the feeling of eyes tracking his every move. As if someone is watching him from inside the dark, cobblestone walls, waiting for the right moment to pounce, just waiting to catch him off guard and see him fumble. Though he can feel his anxiety spike with every step, with every shift of the shadows, Sonic is not one to turn tail and run away from any situation. He had requested this audience weeks in advance, hoping beyond reason that the King would listen to his plea and, perhaps if Sonic was lucky, feel so generous as to grant Sonic and his village the aid they so desperately needed.
The King is not known to be a very generous man.
No, and Sonic doesn’t believe he will be a man of patience, either. When he finally locates the room the King awaits him in, the guards standing at attention hardly spare him a glance before they open the large, thick mahogany doors for him. They don’t so much as adjust the grip on their spears as he steps through, likely doubting the peasant before them, dressed in worn-out rags with tousled quills that never seem to stay in place, was no threat to the King.
Perhaps they are right. He doesn’t feel like much of a threat, standing in the room in awkward silence until the King bothers to pay him any mind. Being here, seeing the King of Doom up close, Sonic can immediately tell that the rumors circulating the royal family don’t do them any justice. It's said that one of their ancestors crossed their DNA with beings out of this world, leaving their descendants abnormally large with strange patterns and markings across their fur. The current King is a prime example of that; if they were to stand face-to-face, he would be at least a whole head taller than Sonic, with streaks of red spreading from his head and down his arms, most likely also covering his hands and legs.
And those eyes. They’re said to be the color of molten rock, his glares having the ability to burn any enemy in his path. From Sonic’s angle, the glare the King currently wears and directs toward the papers strewn about his desk does not appear to ignite any flames, but it’s damn near the most intimidating expression Sonic has ever seen - he certainly has the ability to demand respect in any room with just a look, even with his crown currently set aside.
He’s snapped out of his quiet examination by the sound of a low, bored voice.
“Speak your piece, peasant, and do not waste my time,” the King - Shadow of the Kingdom of Doom, the most powerful Kingdom of Mobius - grunts without looking up from his desk. A writing quill is clutched tight in one of his gloved hands, the other running through the black and red quills, already spotting with gray, atop his head. He clicks his tongue and crosses out a line on a paper, scribbling something next to it with annoyance oozing from his form, and Sonic can’t help but feel mildly uncomfortable.
“It’s an honor to be in your presence, King Shadow,” Sonic says with a quick bow of his head, one hand on his heart as he mentally recites the brief drilling of proper etiquette and manners he had received before all of this. Bow, never make eye contact, speak only when spoken to, never talk back.
“Flattery…” the other says before glancing up, seemingly deciding that Sonic is worth a fraction of his attention. “That won’t get you as far as you think, hedgehog. Plead your case, before I lose my patience and kick you out for wasting my time this late in the evening.”
Yep, not a very patient man, Sonic thinks, glancing up on accident and tensing when they make eye contact, and is quick to lower his head again. “Ah, right! Apologies, Your Majesty,” he starts, silently hoping that the King is not so cruel as to kick him out for that brief lapse in etiquette. “I come on behalf of my village to the west, near the border. The bandit raids from the neighboring kingdoms have been relentless, Your Majesty, and they’ve all but destroyed our crops. We simply ask for aid-”
“You are incapable of defending yourselves against some measly thugs?” Shadow interrupts, his lips curling in distaste as he turns his attention back to his desk. He absentmindedly runs his hand through his mane of quills, and Sonic worries that he is losing the King’s attention. The fact that he sought an audience so late in the evening is likely not doing him any favors in terms of gaining some sympathy for his situation, but still…
He glances back up to Shadow’s face, his brows furrowing. “We are capable of defending ourselves against a handful of bandits, Your Majesty, but it’s been near-constant since the beginning of autumn. They’ve destroyed our crops and pillaged nearly half our stores. Given how much our region provides for the capital, I feel as if-”
The King’s hand slams down on his desk, cutting Sonic off and causing him to swallow a startled yelp. “What you feel,” he starts, standing up from his chair and looking at Sonic with the coldest expression he has ever received, “does not matter. The only thing that matters is making your pathetic cause seem worthy of my charity. And thus far, you’ve not been successful in that regard.”
Swallowing his nerves as Shadow steps around his desk, stalking towards him, not unlike a predator would its prey, Sonic takes a couple of steps back. His breath hitches when his back hits the cold, stone wall.
“Give me one good reason why I shouldn’t throw you out on your ass. Make your cause seem worth the trouble, peasant,” Shadow says, his lips curled in a sneer as he stops just a foot away. His arms fold across his chest, the candlelight making the black fur that covers his muscles shine like obsidian. While Sonic does not doubt his abilities in self-defense, he can easily tell that the King has more than enough strength in one arm alone to lift him and easily toss him out the nearest window if he doesn’t choose his words carefully.
Sonic swallows his pride, something he has never been good at, and lowers his head in submission as he takes a knee, hoping this whole trip is not yet a lost cause. “Please, Your Majesty. My village is hungry; we've many who depend on myself and few other able-bodied men for defense. If we don’t receive help, the next raid will leave many of us dead. I’ll do anything to earn your support.”
There’s a pregnant pause, and Sonic aches to know what sort of expression the King wears, but he does not dare to lift his head.
“Anything, you say?” Shadow murmurs. Sonic feels his stomach churn in anxious anticipation. “How far are you willing to go to earn it, peasant?”
Sonic takes his chance then, glancing upwards, and his quills bristle in response to the suddenly heated look that Shadow gazes down at him with. “As far as I need to, Your Majesty. Whatever you request, I’ll do my best to fulfill.”
The King’s neutral expression morphs into a wolfish grin, and Sonic gasps when he is suddenly yanked forward by his jaw, Shadow kneeling just a fraction.
“Careful, boy. You should never make promises that you’ll later regret,” he rumbles, the leather of his glove digging into Sonic’s skin. “It just so happens that I’ve been rather… unsatisfied with the performance of my personal attendants. If you can prove your worth, surpassing them and meeting my expectations, I may just consider helping your pitiful little village.”
Fighting the urge to jerk his head out of Shadow’s grasp, Sonic gulps, his palms sweating beneath his gloves. “What… what would you have me do, Your Majesty? I’m not sure I’m as experienced in serving royalty as your attendants may be,” he says in an attempt to dissuade the King, or perhaps find some other way to earn his assistance. He has a hunch of what sort of ‘acts’ the King intends for him to perform, and Sonic is unsure if he’s up for the task.
Shadow smirks, showing off his canines - or rather, fangs, given how sharp they are - as he trails his hand from Sonic’s jaw to roughly grasp blue quills, making Sonic’s scalp sting with the strength of his clutch. “Even those lacking in experience can prove their use,” he says as he stands back to his full height, free hand reaching towards his belt buckle. Sonic glances down, and his eyes grow wide when he finally notices the growing bulge. “Besides, I can tell you’ve got a mouth on you, boy. I’m sure you can use it to find a way to properly influence my decision.”
Sonic squeaks when the King suddenly shoves his face forward, forcing his nose and mouth to become partially squished against the wool of his pants. He’s about to bring his hands up to the larger hedgehog’s thighs - really, to give himself some room to breathe - before the hand in his quills tightens and a low growl resonates above him.
“Keep those hands to yourself. You should know better than to touch your King without permission,” Shadow scolds as he slips his belt out of its loops and tosses it to the floor. He tugs on blue quills once more as he uses his free hand to undo his button, pushing his pants down enough to reveal his pouch, as well as the flaming red cockhead peeking out from the slit. “Surely you can manage with just your mouth, yes? If you can’t, I may just have to reconsider this arrangement.”
With a grimace, Sonic pulls back just enough that he can get a good look at what he’s working with. As the head of Shadow’s cock begins to emerge, the tip already leaking a drop of precome, Sonic wonders if the alien biology rumored to be present in the royal bloodline also extends to the cock sitting beneath black fur.
He hesitantly leans forward, close enough that his nose reaches Shadow’s pelvis and his tongue can tentatively brush against the tip, dragging along the smooth head and tonguing at the slit it emerges from. The scent between the King’s thighs is muted, but Sonic can still smell the earthy tones and hint of lavender as he presses his tongue inside the slit, coaxing the head out even further. It’s salty and slightly bitter as the length extends directly into Sonic’s mouth. Its girth is larger than any cock Sonic has taken in his mouth before, and the fact that this isn’t even all of it makes his stomach swirl with apprehension.
Shadow hums appreciatively as Sonic bobs his head, alternating between suckling on the tip and licking at the underside, his tongue finding its way between the ridges lining the shaft. Sonic’s eyes seem to have drifted shut without his notice, and when they flutter open as he stops to breathe… Oh, Chaos.
It is without a doubt the largest cock he has ever seen, and the most unique, with its ridges and abnormal length and girth - it must be as big as Sonic’s forearm, and he feels dizzy when he suddenly wonders how that thing would feel being shoved down his throat. He clenches his fists tight, his claws damn near pierce the fabric of his gloves.
“Do you like what you see, or are you having second thoughts?” Shadow mocks as he takes his cock in hand, lightly tapping it against Sonic’s cheek. “What, you can’t take a little challenge?”
Sonic growls, briefly forgetting any semblance of manners as he shoots a glare up at the King, and he doesn’t cower at the predatory glint in those deep, red eyes. “I never back down from a challenge.”
Shadow smirks. A rumbling chuckle resonates deep within his chest as he takes his cock in hand, using it to slap at Sonic’s lips. “Then put your money where your mouth is, peasant.”
And Sonic certainly does so, now fueled by spite and the eagerness to stand up to authority. Still not able to utilize his hands - which would have made the job much easier - he uses his mouth and tongue to the best of his abilities, even using a little teeth, to draw out quiet groans from the King above him.
He bobs his head, slurping rather lewdly as he attempts to take more of Shadow’s cock into his mouth. The ridges tickle his tongue and the roof of his mouth, and precome dribbles down his throat as he takes shallow breaths through his nose. He pulls back for a moment, tonguing the slit as he takes a few deep breaths, and then takes the cock as far as he can go.
Sonic goes slowly, going down an inch and then stopping to adjust and suck, making sure to provide enough stimulation that the King doesn’t get bored - though, there’s little to suggest that he will, with how hard Shadow grips Sonic’s quills and how labored his breath is becoming. When it gets to the point that Sonic feels the head poking the back of his throat, he squeezes his eyes shut and takes the plunge.
He barely swallows it to the base. His nose would be pressing against Shadow’s pelvis if he could take it just a few more centimeters, but it’s too damn big. Sonic chokes a bit as he adjusts, struggling not to pull back and cough as the King groans and whispers dirty words above him. It’s hot, the smell of Shadow’s arousal and the feeling of that throbbing cock settling across his tongue. He feels the ridges across the shaft pulse rhythmically, and he gives another harsh suck before pulling back before his vision starts growing dark at the edges.
He coughs as he catches his breath, an embarrassing amount of precome and saliva matting the fur of his muzzle and his chest, but he ignores it in favor of taking Shadow’s cock back in his mouth. The scent of the King’s musk, now more fragrant with his cock fully unsheathed, is heady enough to make Sonic’s thighs clench together as he fights to keep his hands still on his thighs. The bitter and salty taste of precome grows more delicious by the second, and he doesn’t even realize how into the act he’s gotten until his head is suddenly pushed backward, nearly colliding with the wall behind him.
“Enough,” the King pants, more breathless than Sonic thought he would be. When he glances up at Shadow, he’s rather pleased when he notices a faint pink dusting his muzzle.
“You’ve got quite the mouth on you, boy, but I don’t intend on coming down your throat tonight. Unless, of course…” Shadow kneels, his eyes dark with lust as he whispers into Sonic’s ear, “…you beg for it.”
A shiver runs up Sonic’s spine, and he bites the inside of his cheek to keep himself from whining. As much as he was enjoying having Shadow’s dick down his throat, he was reluctant to give the King the satisfaction of knowing he was enjoying this.
“What… What will you have me do, Your Majesty?” Sonic asks, a very slight rasp to his voice.
The King smirks, then. Sonic briefly wonders if he’ll be able to handle what else Shadow has in store for him.
“Come with me.”