In the hall of the Werean King of the Bestiral Kingdom, a person was sent flying across the room, his ribcage cracked in numerous places and the indentation of a fist fully visible in his breastplate. Said individual desperately tried to cling onto life, but the heavy footsteps of his ruler and the killing intent that the king gave off were more than enough to put the fear of death in his heart. Of course, this was more than enough, but existed alongside it the fact that his ribcage was about to puncture his lungs if a bit more force was given, even if the previously mentioned things were not enough to do so.

“Eeeeehh?! What did you say, you damn coward?! You mean to tell me you ran from a glorious fight like a scared little bitch and didn’t even bother to kill yourself before admitting your cowardice to me?!”

“Please… my king… mercy…”

This plea was met with even more disgust from the king of one of the many Werean nations. King Laiyun Symbah Bestiral was most displeased with the people around him and, as a result, constantly looked for any excuse available to dismiss them from their post, preferably with a few broken bones, a bit of internal bleeding and occasionally in a casket. You might expect that this was due to the king being very hard to please, and, in a way, that would be correct. But, you see, King Laiyun was a bit… different in regards to how he evaluated his advisors.

“Mercy?! Mercy for someone who didn’t even bother to try and fight his foe?! Unacceptable! I’ll show you what mercy a cowardly pencil-pusher can get from me!”

King Laiyun was, quite nearly literally, a muscle-brained uber-jock. King Laiyun was what would have happened if a stereotypical Ancient Greek Spartan was put in the body of a Lion Werean, had their IQ lowered by a bit and given a severe hatred for anyone and everything they considered as ‘weak’, ‘cowardly’ and the like. To the king, all things came at least second to fighting, engaging in shows of physical power and displaying his prowess over everyone else.

As a result, Laiyun was not one to tolerate the myriad of ‘pencil-pushers’ that he needed to keep his nation afloat. He did not even admit to himself that they were needed, instead looking for any excuse to remove the ones who did not try and solve the problems with the nation using brute force.

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As the terrified Raven Werean tried to protect himself from King Laiyun’s fist, the king thought about how everyone around him were such massive disappointments. When the head of the Raven Werean lay in pieces at his feet, he shook the gore off his hand and took his seat once again.

“Now, do any of you damn weaklings have any idea of where the animals will strike next? I want to fight them, one on one, and put the beasts in their place, but if I don’t know where they will be, I can’t punch them to death. Tell ya what; you find their next target and I won’t dismiss you from your post like I did to that weak little shit.”

The myriad advisors looked around at each other before bowing to their liege and scurrying off. But this did not please their ruler at all.

“Fucking cowards, the lot of them!” Laiyun grumbled as he began to picture his idealized scenario, one where by defeating the Beastmen he would return home to find everyone and everything better and his nation would never fall on hard times again, among other such flights of fancy.

However, despite all his dreaming, there were numerous issues that King Laiyun either was unaware of or simply didn’t care about regarding his nation and his people. With his nation’s ‘bread basket’ now gone, the price of food had skyrocketed, but this was just one of many issues that had been growing in intensity long before he had even been a twinkle in his parents’ eyes. You see, Laiyun could trace his line back to the first Great Werean Kings, and this had some rather interesting but not at all unforeseen effects on his psychology. His line had long been known as meat-heads, as even his distant divine ancestor was not one for dialogue, instead desiring only to speak with his fists.

With a line of uber-jocks, all of whom were mentally unfit for leading nations, leading all the way back to the founding, it was no wonder his nation only saw occasional periods of plenty. Due to these factors and more, the crime rate had been steadily climbing over the past few generations, and now had spiked to all new heights when the price of a single loaf of bread reached what used to be the price of thirty of them. While this went on, Laiyun and his family were oblivious to all of that, alongside the inevitable corruption that emerged from such a rise in crime and general disregard for the rule of law.

In fact, the ones who King Laiyun had slain were almost universally those who had championed the desire to change things. In an ironic twist, the king who wanted stability, order and a strong nation kept killing and/or dismissing the ones who tried to make his desires a reality. Despite all he kept saying about his advisors needing to grow backbones, he was the one who did the most to make people refuse to grow a spine at all.

But not all was sunshine and roses for the oblivious Lion King. Whether he knew it or not, which, spoiler alert, he didn’t, there was trouble in his little ‘paradise’, for his ‘loving and loyal bride’ was not so devoted to him as he was led to believe. If he only knew of what his queen was up to at the very moment that he seated himself in the throne room, he might have begun to realize how easy it was to pull the wool over his eyes.

This was because…

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“Ah! Ah! Yes! Give it to me! More! I need more! All of it! I need all of it! Pour it into me, you savage creature! Gods Above, YES~!”

The bed beneath the queen and one of her many, many, many hidden consorts, of which included those both of the Races and not, gave way as the legs snapped beneath the weight of the queen and her most recent mate. The collar around the Beastman’s neck forbade it from refusing his master’s commands, and secretly he wanted to make this bitch carry its child, thereby ruining the whore-queen in the eyes of every one of its feeble kind. However, the potion he had been forced to drink made him completely and permanently sterile, despite all the stuff he was dumping into his master being as thick as it was.

As Queen Laiyonah Nal’lah Bestiral held her latest pet tight with her legs, she reached down and rubbed her lower body with her hands for a bit, moaning in extasy. However, she knew that all good things had to end and that she could not be known to have formed the ‘beast with two backs’ with a mindless animal. Still panting, she released the Beastman and ordered it to leave her room through the secret door hidden behind the bookshelf before also ordering it to kill itself after it had reached its cell.

The Beastman looked back one last time at the slut who had ruined his life and now forced him to take it. He prayed to the Beast Gods that someone would make that thot pay dearly, that someone would break her just as she had broken at least seventeen of his kind prior to himself. If only the bitch and her Werean consorts were revealed to that meathead king of theirs, then it would be that monster’s turn to suffer! However, he could not refuse the demands of his owner any longer, and watched helplessly as the door behind him closed and the skank behind it began to clean herself off before the sight was lost to him forever.