[GAY][KD] Prince - Kivu's Den series 3 - 4K (Patreon)

Welcome to the new era of my Patreon! This right here will be just about the minimum upload quality in the new format - continuing with my experimental "quick color" work from earlier this year and late last. I'm trying to improve the quality of what I upload here, and that goes for the minimum quality as well. If there are any sketches posted from here on, they'll be a lot more finished looking than my past sketches were. Think like Daftpatriot, Bonfiredemon, or Tritscrits level of sketches.

Anyway, the associated story for your reading pleasure, courtesy of Prince himself:

Enough was enough. This bitch was ready, the signs were plastered all over his face; his half-lidded eyes with a glazed over, heated-pleasured look, muzzle buried into the stallion's shoulder as soft, muffled moans and huffs blew into the horse's skin. The pup was ripe for the taking, as he pulled his slick fist out from the abused canine's hole, a distinctive pop followed by a sharp whine rung in the Clydesdale's ear. He let out a deep nicker, giving that wolf dog's ass one last grope before pushing him back. At first, Daryl was confused. Why had he stopped? It was getting good... Until he realized he'd been pushed around and forced against the shower wall, his upper torso pressed firmly against the hard ceramic siding. It felt cold against his heated pelt, making him shiver, especially so when he felt a heavy presence plap against his backside. He didn't need to turn and look to tell what it was, not with how it covered the most of his lower back in it's slick fluids. The horse whinnied, grunting in pleasure at the sight. His rival, now plastered against the wall, ass jutting out towards him with his member resting between his cheeks, painting the blue canine's fur with his cloudy brand. It was too perfect. But it could get better.

The hybrid felt the stud shifting around behind him, moving his dick off his back and lowering, the flared tip dragging sensually down between his cheeks. Again, he felt his muscular ass cheeks spread apart, but now the true presence of that worthy stud found its way pressing against his loosened rim. The blunt head found purchase against the dog's prepared hole, pressing assuredly against him, and as he braced himself, readying himself for the final last straw of the dam to break in... He never felt it. The horse stood there, hands on his hips, cock pressed against it's target, but not inching forward. Daryl looked back, a desperate whine in his throat, only to see that dark look on the Clydesdale's face. Deep and rich was the desire to plow him right now, put him in his place under him, wreck that hole that all but begged to be broken... But before that, he wanted one thing above all else. "You can still back out if you wanted" the stallion spoke, but they both knew it wasn't happening, "we could stop here, leave it at that. Never speak on this again". The words hung in the air as the hiss of water showered down on their matted bodies, still smelling distinctly of sweat and masculinity, eroding the air and the dog's mind. He could do that, couldn't he? It didn't need to go this far. He'd let himself get fingered, fisted even, and that was a journey well off his usual path, did he dare to take another step further and let himself be taken by the stallion? Then he spoke again, "or... I could fuck you, right now, like you want me to. I won't stop until I'm finished with your ass, even if you beg me to, though..." a hand crept down between his legs, grabbing his fully hard and engorged shaft, knot already inflated fully, giving his rival's member a few languid pumps, "something tells me you won't. But I wanna hear it. I wanna hear you say it. So tell me, pup, do you want it?". Daryl shuddered hard, a wave of submission crashed through him like never before. The very words hissed into his ears, that heavy stud leaning forward, encapsulating the entirety of his back with his being, the heat that radiated off him, onto him... He could cum on the spot from just that.

"Yes... Yessss, please, fuck me already! I need it! Oh fuck I-!" His voice hitched, as his eyes grew wide. His body pressed forward more, pushed into the wall as the horse finally caved, a dark smirk on his face that the dog wouldn't see, pushing in that flared tip. It took effort, though the pup was well prepared, nothing could ever be enough to train an untapped hole for the brunt of a horse beginning his conquest. The pink flesh of his rim ached, stretched wide, straining to take the intruder willingly... A wordless cry escaped the shaky muzzle, Daryl's eyes crossed as he widened his stance and pushed back...

And it was with a jet of pre sprayed against and into his rim that broke the proverbial seal, allowing the meaty shaft to break into the wolf dog's virginal rear. A shrill yelp turned to moans as the stallion bit down on his shoulder, his hands gripping possessively around his waist, ever slowly pushing in. His hole burned with discomfort, but a blossoming pleasure was blooming in his rear, something new and unfelt before. That feeling of something undeniably penetrating him, spearing his hole apart and taking his bowels as it's means of pleasure, to use the wolf dog for his sake, not for the canine's... There was something so viscerally wonderful about that feeling of absolute and utter submission that he couldn't describe in that moment, only melt into a mushy, moaning mess that leaned into his lover's embrace. The Clydesdale felt that shift, of tight, almost rejecting firmness around his shaft, to a slowly welcoming and accommodating tunnel. His grunted, his work practically complete now as his former rival submitted under him, allowing the horse to push inches more of his shaft into the willing dog.

More and more, his hole took, his belly distending as the horse pushed ever deeper still. Amazement, bewilderment, shock, all things he felt and wondered, just how big this stallion was... And then the medial ring popped in, signalling that he'd only taken half the length. A weak moan overtook him, his hole clenching and aching, allowing this mammoth invader penetrate even deeper than the canine knew existed. But he wouldn't stop him, no, he craved more, even pressed back to take more. And he got more, the stallion taking notice and finally giving into his desires, thrusting hard into his conquest. That drew a sharp yelp from the dog, his belly jutting out now as the full shaft seated itself inside his deflowered hole. And it stayed there, letting him feel every inch inside him, that was taking him, making him theirs. The way it throbbed and leaked, how it pulsed and spewed it's slimy hot deposit into his depths... He loved it. And behind the submissive canine grew a sinister smirk, watching the wolf below him cave more and more to his submissive side, which meant he could finally take him as he wanted...