Chapter 6
Pan’s breathing became more rapid, and deeper. His chest heaved with the effort of drawing in enough oxygen to supply the demands of his lungs. His prostate hardened beneath the king’s expert finger and his hips gyrated beneath its touch. A fire had begun in his groin and was spreading rapidly throughout his body, building ever fiercer until at last he thought he would explode. And then he did. Thrusting his cock as deeply as it would go, Pan emptied his balls down the king’s throat, sending a thirst-quenching load of sweet boy-cum into the monarch’s gut. The king, licking his cum-covered lips and smiling, removed his finger from the boy’s hole.
“I’m sorry,” Pan apologised imagining that he’d committed some breach of royal protocol.
“What for?” asked the king as he slid up the mattress to join him.
“Well...” Pan began. “I mean, you didn’t…”
The king laughed and fell back onto the bed.
“That’s all right, my boy. I got what I wanted. I hope you enjoyed yourself.”