King Amit (Update)

I already posted to Wattpad and Tumblr, but I figured I would add here. I'd like to update some of my other older stories. But here is Amit and Mythri's first appearances.

You’ve been in King Amit’s court since you were young, you had lost your family to Gnoll slavers. Your father risked his life to get you to the safety of the Rakshasa Royal city. You were taken in by Rakshasa royal guard and placed to work in the palace. So you grew up knowing the ins and outs of his palace intimately. You knew every hidden passageway and secret tunnel, including the ones that ran behind the bathhouse that only his secret corps were supposed to know.

When you grew older, you got a job on Amit’s staff, running various odd jobs around the palace. Soon you caught the attention of some of the Amit’s council and became a page on their personal staff. You had seen King Amit many times before, but this was your first time being so close to him. You had always admired him, not just for being a good ruler, but for his beauty.

Amit was bigger than you imagined, his shoulders broad, arms thick, his thick hands looked as big as the shields of the royal knights. His fur pure white with thick white stripes cutting across it. His eyes gleamed when he was deep in thought, sharp as the sword that hung at his hip. No wonder stories about him were often so terrifying, you knew you wouldn’t want to come upon him when he was angry.

One day you were given a letter to deliver to the Amit from the high priest. You loved the high priest, he was old and highly respected, but he was one of the most down to earth people you ever met. You often found him drinking in his office or eating stolen sweets from the kitchen. He was also one of the only people able to call out King Amit or any of his staff without getting his throat slit. That’s what you enjoyed most about him. His muzzle was gray and his eyes milky, but he always knew you when you came.

“Make sure he reads it, I want a prompt reply,” he said, patting your hand as he sent you on your way.

You were slightly nervous, you had never delivered King Amit a letter alone. You had always delivered him things when others were present and whoever was in the room took it from you and gave it to him.

You knock on his door and when his low voice calls from inside you walk into his office and bow deeply. “A letter from the high priest, your majesty.”

“Then bring it here,” he doesn’t look up from his desk, waving his massive hand for you to approach.

You feel slightly excited as you approach him, holding the letter out. He glances up at you then, peering over the rims of his glasses, his eyes dart over you before taking the letter. Your hand actually brushes against his for a moment.

“Thank you,” he says and opens the letter as you stand there. His eyes narrow and he looks up at you then back down at the letter.

“Your majesty?” You ask out of curiosity.

Amit shakes his head, still looking at the letter, “nothing,” he placed it in his desk. He asks for your name, and you give it. He stands up beckons you close, and you follow, he places something in your hands and opens a hidden door.

Amit gets close to you, close enough you can smell his fur and hear the jingle of the buttons on his closes. “Make sure you get this to the priest, don’t let anyone see you with it,” Amit growls with low intensity.

“Yes,” you nod, taking the wrapped parcel. “I promise, your majesty.”

Amit smiles softly at you, “keep this up you could become invaluable,” he says as he shuts the hidden door behind you.

Your knowledge of the hidden tunnels and passages in the palace make you just that as you continue to run the secret correspondence between King Amit and the high priest daily. You become hired onto the priest’s staff, taking on these missions in secret, sometimes late into the night.

You enjoy it though, being able to spend time with the high priest was always a plus, but getting to also spend that time with Amit was only a feeble dream before. Now he was calling you by your name, complimenting you and even rewarding you. He gave you delicacies and treats from all over the world.

One night as you left the high priest with a letter you went through the secret tunnels behind the bathhouse. As you go by you heard the Amit’s voice roar out.

“I’m fine on my own, go away,” he snarled and the door shut.

Curiosity had always plagued you, so you decided to take a peek through the cracks in the wall. Amit was in the bath washing his face and soaping under the hot waterfalls. You spied on him, your eyes widening as you caught a glimpse of the body that was always hidden beneath fine robes and armor.

Your throat grows tight as you admire him, drinking in his body like fine wine and becoming drunk off it. His chest was broad and chiseled, his stomach strong with a slight pooch to show his age. His legs were thick as tree trunks, his haunches looked like there were carved from marble.

“Oh wow,” you murmur, inching closer to get yourself a better look. “My, my, my,” you coo to yourself.

You pinch your thighs together, feeling heat pool in your stomach as you admired him. He then turns, leaving the waterfalls to go to the basin. Your jaw drops as you admire what he has between his legs.

No wonder he was always so confident! He could bludgeon his enemies with his cock alone, you think to yourself. You try to suppress a giggle, and you notice Amit’s ear’s flick around.

You pry yourself away from the crack in the wall, pinching yourself to calm down. It wouldn’t be long before you had to be in Amit’s presence again and you didn’t want to embarrass yourself in front of him.

You make your way through the tunnels to his quarters, letting yourself in like always. His chambers are dark, just a few candles lit. You take a seat to wait for King Amit to return, still trying to ignore the ache in your loins. You would have to take care of that once the job was done or you would never get any sleep that night.

The door opens, and Amit walks in, sniffing the air. “That smell again,” he scoffs before he turns and sees you waiting. “Oh…” he says, “it’s you. Do I have another letter?”

You stand and approach him as he closes the door, “yes, your majesty,” you take the latter out and hand it to him.

Amit’s hand lingers on yours as he sniffs the air more, leaning down towards you. “That smell,” he murmurs.

You take a step back, “you just came from the baths right?” You start nervously, “your nose is just sensitive, I haven’t had my bath yet so-”

Amit’s eyes narrow and he turns towards you like a wall. “How do you know I was in the baths?” He growls at you. He takes a step closer, and you take a step back.

Your mouth opens, and then you immediately shut it. “Be-because of your clean scent,” you start nervously.

Amit takes another step towards you, his eyes glowing as he looks down at you. “Can you smell me?” He asks.

You stare at him as your heart begins to rapidly quicken. “Unless you have something to send back to the priest I really should let you have your peace,” you try to slip around him, but he stops you.

“No, no, stay,” he says, and he walks to his desk, opening a drawer and pulling out two glasses and a large decanter. “Come,” he waves you over as he pours into the glasses, “sit with me.”

You swallow back your nerves and go to Amit, taking a glass he offers. “Thank you, your majesty,” you murmur and take a sip. The liquor inside golden and sweet, warming you up as you swallow.

“You know every nook and cranny of this place,” he starts, and you take another drink to distract yourself, “that’s what the priest said, that you knew this place better than even I.”

“Well,” you laugh, “I don’t know about that.”

“Even the passages behind the baths,” Amit purrs, swirling his drink in his large hand, “he said that was what made you special.”

“I uhm…” you hate you hesitated, “well, you see-”

Amit stands up, and you nearly jump out of your skin. In the dark, he looks like a nightmare coming from the shadows of the closet to eat you. He comes close, sniffing near you again until he’s buried in your neck, breathing you in.

“Ah-” you gasp softly, unsure how to move or what to do.

“That’s the smell,” he purrs against your ear, “it was strong while I bathed. It made my mouth water.”

A weak whine escapes your lips, and you put your hands to his chest, “your majesty,” you try to step back, but he holds you fast. His hands grasp you firmly around your hips.

You feel his tongue on your neck, warm and rough, and you grip onto him and tilt your head to expose more flesh to him. Amit presses your back to the wall as he takes his fill, kissing and biting your neck and shoulder.

“Your majesty,” you mewl, and he suddenly snaps away from you, looking at you in the dark.

“What am I doing?” He pants. You take his glass and finishes off the liquor inside. “Forgive me… I forgot myself for a moment.”

“Can you forget again?” You reach for him, and he comes close again letting you kiss him and wrap your arms around his neck. You open his robe, pressing against his bare chest and caressing down his stomach.

Amit’s tongue laps over your lips and you open your mouth, letting him inside. You suckle his tongue, and he moans in pleasure, pulling back and picking you up. He throws you onto the bed, and you grunt as you hit the blankets.

He jumps on top of you, kissing you as he removes your clothes and petting every inch of skin with his gentle hands. You giggle and moan, rubbing his ears and scratching the top of his head as he nuzzles your belly.

“I can smell it,” he rumbles, “that delicious smell,” his hands part your thighs and he buries his head there. He licks you, tasting your wetness that has dribbled out along your folds. He then kisses, pushing his tongue side and rutting his nose against your needing clit.

“Oh!” You arch your back and grip onto his head. “Oh…fuck,” you moan as he laps you up and pushes every pleasurable spot. You try to keep from rubbing against him, but your hips begin to move on their own. Amit’s tail swishes back and forth as he begins to purr loudly, the vibrations running through you and pushes you over the edge. You clap your hands over your mouth to keep your voice down.

He licks his chops and grins, “no need to keep quiet,” he murmurs to you, kissing up your body. “You can scream next time.”

You pant, catching a breath as he lays beside you, bringing you to his chest and nuzzling your cheek and kissing you. You kiss him back and then down his body, pushing him into the bed as you explore his body. Amit’s cock is rock hard and laying against his belly, throbbing with need.

You lick it from base to tip, hearing him grunt above you. You smirk, licking his sack and kissing it to hear his deep, satisfied growls. You lick him more, taking him into your mouth and lapping your tongue around the head as your stroke him with both hands. He grumbles your name, and you crawl up on top of him, straddling his hips and slowly impaling yourself upon him.

His eyes flash in the dark as he watches you, his breath escaping in a long, low bellow as his hands grasp your hips. You sit on him, rolling your hips slightly as he fits tightly in place. You take a breath, preparing yourself as you begin to move.

His thumb begins to rub you, and you mewl slightly, feeling already your peak building. You roll your hips more, bouncing slightly on him as your knees begin to tremble. His hands grip your firmly, and suddenly he starts moving under you. His hips thrust up rapidly. You howl out in bliss as your ride him like a bucking bull, gripping hard onto his chest for dear life and he thrust and jolts. He grunts with effort, his purrs becoming snarls and roars.

You lock eyes with him in the dark, your lips parted as you begin to quiver again as the delirium sweeps over you. You give him the screams he wants, crying out his name over and over with each powerful thrust he delivers. As your inner walls tighten around him, he lets out a powerful roar that seems to shake the room.

You collapse on his chest as he releases his seed deep inside you. You squeeze tight to him, not wanting a single drop of him spilled, you want it all to yourself. He whimpers softly, and you kiss him, feeling his still throbbing inside you.

Amit rubs your back and kneads your hips, a slight chuckle escaping his lips. “I’ve done it now.”

You tilt your head onto his chest, “done what?”

“Fucked you raw,” he huffs and puffs, “you’ll bear my cubs no doubt.”

Amit’s cock slips out of you, and you clench tight, keeping his thick cum inside. “After just once?” You coo into his ear.

Amit snarls and bites your shoulder playfully and cups your cheek. “Maybe after the next round.” He then yawns and melts into the bed.

You can’t help but giggle, and you rub your palm along his belly. “There are worse things in this world than children, your majesty.” You then rise up, looking down at him. “Or perhaps I should just call you Amit now.”

Amit groans and touches your face. “The gods blessed you with more charm than I can deny,” he smiles. “You may call me whatever you wish as long as you stay with me.”

He snarls and bites your shoulder playfully and cups your cheek. “Maybe after the next round,” he snarls.

You spend every night afterward with Amit, your feelings for him growing the more time you spend together. You know there is a chance that nothing can happen between the two of you, but you are relieved that Amit will not surrender you in the mornings.

“I cannot wake without your face,” he confesses. “Stay always with me.”

You touch his face and grin. “Why would I ever leave it?”

Soon your belly did begin to swell with Amit’s firstborn. He nuzzles your belly and coos to it, holding you close as you fall asleep in his arms.

“I cannot believe this miracle,” he says, his large paws covering your stomach. “I cannot wait to feel my heir kick.”

“Be careful, once they’re out you may regret those words,” you chuckle, placing your palms over his paws.

Amit looks up at you, his eyes full of wonder and light. “I love you so much,” he whispers. “Have I told you that?”

You hold your breath and try to keep calm. Being pregnant has made your mind a wild animal, easy to cry, and easy to lash out if poked. You lean forward, kissing Amit lovingly.

“Not with words,” you whisper to him. “But with great actions. I have known for a long time your feelings, my love.”

Amit kisses you then takes your hand. “Be mine then,” he says.

You chuckle. “What do you mean?”

“Marry me, be my queen,” he whispers urgently.

You can’t hold back your tears this time. They flow freely, and you wrap your arms around Amit. He hugs you, pulling you in close and rubbing your back.

“Is that a yes?” He whispers.

You nod eagerly. “but how?” You whisper. “If you try to bring this to your council they will certainly-”

Amit presses a finger to your lips. “My council won’t have a chance to argue. They won’t know until I introduce you as my queen and that you are carrying my child.” He smiles at you. “And if they have anything to say against you, they’ll regret it.”

You sniffle as fat tears roll down your cheeks. “Just don’t hurt them.”

Amit licks the tears from your cheek. “No promises,” he grins.

Amit arranges a private wedding with the high priest. You’re wed and soon introduced to your people as queen. Amit’s decision to marry a commoner was not met kindly by his advisors and staff, but the people were bolstered by the news of a Queen who was once like them.

In time, you give birth to twins, both as beautiful as their father, white fur and all. The first born is Dhaval, and his brother Himank soon follows at his feel. They are tiny and pink, but extremely eager to eat. They knead your breast with such tiny paws, you cannot help but cry.

Amit rejoices, proud that you’ve given him two children. You fear perhaps that now that you’ve given him cubs he’ll ignore you, but his affection only grows.

He holds Dhaval and tells him how one day, he will be king and how he has the most beautiful mother in the world. “Once your little eyes open, you will a sight so much more beautiful than anything you could imagine.”

“Do not tease so,” you chuckle. “I have been an absolute fright since labor started.”

Amit chuckles, taking Himank from your arms once he is done feeding. “I will say as I please and I will mean every word of it.” He bounces the twins in his arms. “I am so amazed at you. Two of them and both perfect.”

“I will take credit for that,” you beam.

Amit looks down at you and grins from ear to ear. “How am I so blessed?”

“You married a goddess,” you chuckle. “It’s that simple.”