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It's Good to be the King	By : The_God_Mandalord Category: +S through Z > Thundercats Views: 7194 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Thundercats, or its characters, or make any prophit from it. That is all own by WB.I do, however, own this universe. Not for Tygra lovers.

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Slavery is a common practice in both the Empire and Dominion. The Empire does not take it extreme, like the Dominion does, instead they label it as Indentured Servitude. Sure the concept was different, but the practices were still the same.
In the Dominion, slavery is their strongest sources of income. So to slow the steady flow of money going into the Dominion, Tygra decided to raid their ships... and reap any goods they find. Sure it meant demotion and possible beheading if Lion-O ever found out. But the way Tygra had it figured, what his brother does not know won't hurt them.
After slaughtering the captain, crew, and whatever mercenaries they had as private security, Tygra ordered that all the slaves be moved from the crippled slave ship to their ships. Because most of them were women, private biddings began as soon as they were brought on. Some got so bad that once comrades almost killed each other.
Tygra, on the other hand, was tired from the days activities and decided to rest for the rest of the trip home. Fury still flowed within him, and this power made him feel invincible. Nothing could stop him. But when he reached his chambers, he stared in amazement.
In the middle of the room stood a half naked vixen whose beauty transcended anything in Tygra's experience. She had her hands on cocked hips and hair of raven black, darker than the darkest night, but this was not what Tygra noted. She was naked to the waist, a skirt swirling about the rest of her trim body. Her bare breasts were firm and high, capped with pink nubs that pointed at him in wanton invitation.
"Were you a slave on that ship?"
"Are you the captain? I hope so," the young woman said, leaning toward him with a beckoning finger. "I like your looks better."
Tygra heard a moan in the hull and looked to be a pipe did not break. When he turned back, he blinked in surprise. The vixen still stood in front of him, hands on her hips, hair wild and black and lustrous. But she was no longer naked to the waist. Rather, she wore a tunic - and had no skirt. She was naked from the waist down, when only an instant before...
"You were imprisoned with magical locks. You're a witch?"
"That's not a nice thing to say. We aren't witches!"
"We?" Tygra blinked. There were two vixens, identical in beauty, but one was naked about the waist and the other below. "What are you?"
"Twins," they answered as one.
"The captain was a cruel master. He gave us only one set of clothes," said the twins with the tunic.
The twin with the skirt showed a bit of a pout. "We shared the best we could. Do we not please you?"
"No, I-"
"No?" they cried in unison. "Then we'll take off these offending rags!"
And they did.
Tygra was willing to admit that this greatly improved the view. "I begin to understand why this captain kept you locked away. Identical down to the last fur pattern."
"Not so," said the one on the left. "Kora's has a heart pattern on her left thigh. See?"
Tygra did.
"Zora and I are completely different," said the other.
"Do you do everything together?"
The twins exchanged a look, then moved forward with a single mind. Their answer became obvious as they stripped him of his clothing and led him to his wide, soft bed. The only complaint Tygra had was clumsily tripping over his own armor in the midst of their doubled passion.
Tygra stood naked as they dropped to their knees, his shaft wasn't at full hardened but it was still an impressive size, Kora was the first to touch it wrapping her soft hand around his girth eliciting a rumble from the prince, both vixens smiled at the actions placing their lips to his shaft in unison feeling it throb against their mouths, giving each other a quick glance they wordlessly decided who would taste him first
Zora got the 'honors' moving her lips to the tip of his shaft working them around the head until it rested on her tongue, Tygra growled under his breath taking a handful of her dark hair as his cock became fully thickened in her hot wet mouth, her head bobbed along his length as his hips began to rock in tandem assisted by Kora who placed a hand on both Tygra's waist and Zora's head; aiding their movements. Zora mainly took the act in her stride, occasionally coughing lightly when the head of his shaft poked her throat, when Kora deemed her new master's cock hard and wet enough she pulled Zora's mouth from it and moved the woman to her bed, Zora got the message laying back on her elbows with her legs spread, her eyes pleading and her body wanting.
Tygra took in the sight before him before acting on it, mounting the bed and shadowing the vixen under him, Zora's eyes dilated as what she had been pining for the last few months finally came true, he nudged at her entrance with the tip of his shaft as Kora laid down next to them, stroking Tygra's back as she watched intently, Zora began to pant and keen as the prince slowly penetrated her, Kora licked her lips watching her master's cock become slick with her sister's juices sliding slowly in and out of her core, the slaves's hand went from his back to grip his mane, pulling his mouth to hers whilst moving her free hand to Zora's clit. Rubbing it as Tygra's pace grew harder and faster.
Gripping the covers, Zora let her head fall back and her mouth hang open, the feeling of the prince inside of her was pure ecstasy. Every time she felt it and after every time she craved it more, she raised her legs opening herself up more, allowing his thick powerful cock to plunge even deeper into her, her back arched and her eyes rolled back when she was sure that he was pushing into her womb, her toes curled in the air and she began to beg for more, not caring if any of Tygra's men could hear them outside, hell she wouldn't even care if they had their ears pressed to the wall, she hoped it gave them good material for their own lonely nights.
Kora growled against Tygra's mouth before tearing away to lick along Zora's throat. Her arousal was awakening her primal animal nature and as soon as Tygra was done with Zora she would push the weaker sister aside; demanding her turn. Tygra's own tiger blood began to boil as his tempo grew ever higher, the bed began to creak and shake under his power and Zora could feel her body bruising.
But she was so high, and numb, she could care less.
Her stomach starting to tense, the slave grabbed onto the princes shoulders. Digging her sharp nails in deeper, securing herself in place preparing for her surely explosive orgasm, Tygra snarled at the sting of the nails, his eyes growing dark and his teeth becoming sharper fangs, his hips crashed against Zora's as his cock throbbed inside her, signaling his approaching explosive release, precum started to coat her insides and her breasts began to bounce harder from the speed and force.
The other slave growled again, hungrily kissing Zora, partly to muffle her scream when she came and to have something to touch, her loins were burning with an intense fire and she began to mentally beg for Zora's release just so she could have her turn.
Her prayers were eventually answered when the weaker sister screamed into her mouth in time for Tygra to let out a primal roar, his seed flooded her like a river, filling her to the brim as her core clenched and rippled around his cock milking him for everything he was worth.
Zora quietly sobbed from the painfully, blissful aftershocks as Tygra slowly pulled out of her, extra cum dripped from her core onto the covers beneath her. One look at it and Kora could not resist, she moved between Zora's legs, starting to lap at her cunt and licking up any stray cum that escaped moaning from the combined flavors.
Her moan soon became a series of screams as her master took the chance to grab her from behind and forcibly penetrate her, her eyes dilated and rolled back as she was forcibly stretched wide around his girth. His large powerful hands on the globes of her ass, pulling her back to him as he thrust forward, she balanced herself on her elbows resting her head on Zora's thighs panting with each rough thrust into her.
Zora lay exhausted, watching the act before her. The only time she ever witnessed Kora in any submissive position, outside the bedroom she was calm, stoic and commanding, but behind... she was quick to get on her knees or on all fours.
Her trail of thought was cut off as her hand was suddenly clasped by her sister, who squeezed it tightly. Glancing down again she saw Kora's eyes were shut painfully tight and that she seemed to be having difficulty forming understandable words, and at that moment, even during the near violent mating she was enduring, she wanted security. Zora squeezed her hand back taking her other hand in her free one holding them both. She saw Kora only, and just barely, mouthed thank you before kissing her sister's thigh as a show of gratitude, making Zora lightly smiled.
Tygra pushed forward, shadowing Kora and showing how much power he truly had. Under him, from the constant onslaught, caused her to let out a choked scream. He was just as deep inside of her as he was in Zora and for a moment Kora wondered how the weaker sister could have withstood it. It felt like he was in her chest from the angle he was taking her, and the way he increased his speed and roughness, she could tell he was nearing his final and greatest release.
She steeled herself for the release, feeling herself getting close as well. Her nails dug into Zora's body, but the vixen kept quiet. Her couplings with her sister always left her with many scratches and the ghosts of bite marks.
Moments later Kora howled against Zora's core as she was sent into a mind blowing orgasm. The sensation of it set off several small orgasms through Zora in action. The feeling of the slave's cunt clenching tighter was too much for the prince and he too howled in ecstasy. It felt like his soul had left his body and was allowed entrance to Paradise for several minutes, bucking hard into the slave's willing body with every stream of cum.
Minutes passed before they had finally finished. Collapsing in a sweaty heap. Three sets of limbs tangled together as the vixens found their place against the prince's chest, Kora and Zora kissed passionately as they rested. Feeling Tygra's powerful heartbeat against their cheeks.
Afterward, he awoke with a vixen on his left and another on the right - he had lost track of which was Kora and which was Zora, but he knew better than to check their defining marks. That would only spark demands for more lovemaking, and he had an army above decks to command.
"I want more wine," he said, reaching over one vixen to get his hand around the bottle on the desk.
"We are your willing slaves, Lord Tygra," one of the said.
The other added, "So as long as you can keep us satisfied."
"The captain had concubines in his cabin-" Tygra began.
"Oh, yes, he kept girls all for his own," a twin said, a little sadly. "He never touched us."
"Never?" Tygra asked with his classic smirk. Finding out that he broke in two virgins was enough to almost get him hard again... almost.
The other sighed. "He wasn't man enough. After two or three of the crew died, he locked us away."
"They... died?" Tygra could not quite make sense of this. "So the captain locked you up? They died doing... what?"
"Us," one said brightly.
The other contributed a perk nod. "He wanted to keep his crew and merchandise safe. From us. We have been very lonely."
Tygra said slowly, "I see."
"And we're so happy to have met you... and that you didn't die. Really."
"Likewise," Tygra said. He reflected that this trip back to the homeland might be more interesting than he had anticipated.
The twin on his left stroked the bulge of muscle at his shoulder. "Are you a-"
"-king, Master Tygra?" finished the twin on his right side.
"I'm only a soldier," he said.
"A great soldier," said one.
"A champion," agreed the other.
"I have been given a job by the king and emperor. Both of which happen to be family."
"That sounds-"
"-dangerous," the twin said.
"We don't want to be free. We want to be your slaves."
"Forever," said the other. "Or at least until you die. You're very strong, master."
"And so large." they both rubbed on Tygra in all of the right places. A lesser, more naive man would not stand a chance.
Tygra had nothing to say. He just laid back and enjoyed the feeling.
"We never want to go to-"
"-Antilia. It's a terrible, cold place, or so-"
"-we've heard."
Tygra cursed the family he was adopted into. If it was not for the bloodline and traditions he was placed in, he could be like other men and lose himself entirely in the pleasures of the flesh without the jeering eyes of press. But even Kora and Zora, for as talented as they were, could not deny the fact that he would be married when the war was over, to a woman who was waiting quite faithfully for him.
"This ship will dock in Thudera regardless," he said, swinging his legs around and getting out of the bed. The wine under his feet had turned as sticky as blood. He started to wipe it off, but the twins scampered lithely from the bed.
"Allow us to do that, Lord Tygra." They cleaned his feet lovingly, enough so to make him completely hard again.
"So who wants to take responsibility?"
After another two hours of hot, sweaty love making. Tygra finally put his uniform back on and headed for the door.
"You can come on deck," Tygra told the twins, "but dress completely."
"There is nothing for us to wear in this cabin," they said in unison."
"That's not my problem," he said curtly. "In my honest opinion, you two should just walk around naked. But I don't want you killing half my crew."
"Will we ever see you again, Master?" they asked as one.
"Well I do have a fiance at home. If and when she becomes burdened with our child, I will need someones' to keep me company."
They looked at each other and smiled. They then searched around the room for something to around like seductive temptresses. Tygra had to leave before he got excited again.
As he walked along the narrow hallway, Tygra was stopped by his first lieutenant, Bengali. The white tiger had served in every campaign with the prince, and never once showed any sign of weakness, fatigue, or fear. All of those emotions were clearly shown as he caught his breath.
"Bengali? What's wrong?"
"A slave, my lord," he looked up at Tygra, his face and arms were peppered with dark red blood. "A slave killed eight of our men."
Tygra followed Bengali to where they were keeping this feral slave. He was debating whether he just just kill it and toss it overboard for the sharks. Sure it will be one less to sell, but at least it will serve an example to the other slaves if they descide to riot.
But before he had time to decide, he stood before a tall, beautiful puma who was chained to the wall. Her feral beauty stole his voice. The fray translucent strips of green silk she wore as a skirt beguiled, moving to hide and then reveal her legs and thighs and hips. Wrapped around her bodice, the diaphanous cloth clung with static fierceness to every delicate and supple curve.
In her hair were gold rings, braided in at the ends, as well as feathers from a hawkling. She had several white strips running directly through the middle and the sides of her brown hair. But her eyes, her dark yellow eyes, had a certain fire in them. If Tygra played his cards right, he might have one hell of a lover.
"Did you get a name off her?" Tygra asked.
"We tried, but we can't understand her language," Bengali explained.
"How did she kill the guards?"
"Two tried to get her ornaments. Two others tried again. And then the last four tried to take advantage of her. We almost lost another three just tying to get her locked up."
"I see," Tygra became more intrigued. "Open the door. I want to inspect this woman."
The remaining guards did as they were told without questions or hesitation. Tygra stepped in and started to run his fingers along her body.
"She is no more then a beautiful, pride-filled puma," the puma then snapped at Tygra's fingers as they traced over her mouth. Luckily he pulled them away fast enough to spare them. "More like deadly cobra."
"Not much of a snake charmer, are you?" Bengali joked.
"That is why I'm going to give her to Lion-O," Tygra left the cage, letting the puma to rattle around and yell at him in her sing-song language all she wanted. "I figure that a emperor needs an empress to rule. And with that much passion, he could be having plenty of heirs."
"But she might kill him."
"Oh, that will be wonderful. Put me and Cheetara on the throne."
"You're a mad genius, sir."

Author's Notes:
Hello people. This might be my last chapter because I fear that I'll be killed by crazy fangirls
Tygra: the ladies know whom to love.
Shut up Tygra or I'll wear you as a coat! Anyways, I'll keep going no matter what. *starting up my chainsaw sword* BRING IT ON!!
Later.
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