In panic you make a fumbling attempt to try and cover your nudity. Once you’ve managed to get one hand over your crotch, you hold up the other to the scarlet pelted prince.
“W…W…Wait!”
Karther takes a half step back, the muscles gently rippling beneath his fur.
“I’m waiting.”
You close your eyes and take a deep breath. You can't face giving up your masculinity like this, but if he had the power to give Janice her new body, you don't think you'll get far by resisting him. Still, you doubt the life of a concubine in this palace would be bad, indeed, to judge from the sizeable package between Karther's legs it could be quite pleasurable...
“I don’t want to be a vixen concubine…”
The prince raises a questioning eyebrow. Janice’s muzzle forms into a shocked ‘o’.
“You can’t! Please, Tommy, trust me, you…”
Karther holds up a hand to shush her.
“Shh Janice, let’s hear him out.” Subtle menace slips into his voice as his eyes narrow. “I hope he isn’t wasting our time.”
You look over to Janice’s nervous expression, one ear twitching as she gazes up at you.
“I’m sorry Janice, this is a lot to take in.” You gesture round at the opulent room. Other vixens are relaxing amidst the white marble and velvet furnishings or preparing grapes from ripe vines that climb the far wall. Water splashes gently from two ornate fountains carved “You do seem happy in this place. The prince is clearly kind to you. But I don’t want to be a vixen.”
Her face falls. Karther’s forehead creases in disapproval.
“But, well…” You pause, glancing down again at the prince’s toned abs and sizeable cock, then rush out “…would you be interested in a male concubine?”
There’s a pause that seems to stretch out forever. You brace yourself for the worst. Then Karther’s muzzle tweaks up into a grin, flashing you his white incisors. His grin quickly spreads into a playful chuckle.
“Heh heh. This I was not expecting.” He looks around in thought for a moment, then nods. “I like it. I’ve not had a male companion in a long time, I think we can come to an arrangement…” The prince snaps his head back to you. Deep sapphire eyes drill into yours. “Hands by your side.”
You let your hands fall to your side, exposing your manhood for the regal kitsune. You catch Janice stifling a snigger in the background.
“Good. Now, stand still.”
You try to stay static as the prince approaches and paces calmly around you, slipping behind you and out of your field of view. You can’t suppress a shiver as one of his tails teasingly brushes up against your inner thigh as he passes, sending blood flowing to your stiffening member. You sense him standing over you, sizing up your assets.
Kather leans in over your shoulder, his breath warm against your cheek.
“Yes. I think you’ll do well.” He grasps your ass cheek and squeezes the flesh tightly. A moan escapes involuntarily from between your lips. His eyes flick down, taking in your hardening cock, now jutting out into the air. “Hmm. In the circumstances I can forgive you for not keeping ‘everything’ still.”
Karther releases his hold and steps out from behind you. He turns to face you again, his cape flowing out behind his lithe frame. He takes you in from the front, eyes scanning up and down again before he leans in, running his fingers gently along your collarbone. His fingers pause at the base of your neck. He fixes you with his gaze again before you feel his hand sliding down, slowly tracing a trail down to your groin, gently circling the base of your dick to come to rest holding your balls.
“However, I said arrangement.” Karther’s fingers slide gently from your balls and up the underside of your cock. “I like your boldness, but I will make this offer only once. You will be my concubine, so I will choose the form you take to best please me. You will remain male, but that is all I will promise you, do not expect any special treatment.”
Suddenly, his hand grasps your shaft tightly. The sensation radiates out from your crotch. A single drop of pre forms at your tip.
“Do you accept this?”
“Yes!” You exclaim, carried along in the pleasure of the prince’s teasing touch. Then you get your feelings back in check. Allowing yourself a quick smile you say “Yes, my prince.”
Karther gives you that same sharp toothed grin and releases his grip. As you untense he steps back, the pads on his feet silent on the cool marble.
“Very well then you shall be…”