King Jervis, short and striking with his blonde locks and sharp blue eyes, paced his candlelit chamber, the weight of the crown heavy after a long day of court. Jonathan, his tall skinny advisor with graying auburn hair, slipped inside and shut the door with a knowing grin. "Your Majesty looks ready to snap. Shall I remind you why you keep me close?" Jervis shot back, "Only if your tongue is sharper than your wit, old man. Don't be a pussy about it." Jonathan chuckled, stepping nearer. "Horny already? I can smell it on you."
The air thickened as Jonathan knelt, his hands sliding up the king's thighs. "I've dreamed of this ass all week," he murmured, parting Jervis's cheeks. Jervis gasped, his cock already hard and twitching. "Then stop talking and prove it, Jonathan. Make me forget the kingdom." Jonathan's tongue flicked out, wet and insistent, licking the king's ass in slow, teasing circles that made Jervis's knees buckle.
"Fuck, that's it," Jervis panted, gripping the bedpost. Jonathan dove deeper, eating the king's ass with hungry strokes while his fingers teased the dripping tip of Jervis's cock. "Your royal ass tastes better than any feast," Jonathan teased between licks. Jervis moaned, "Less flattery, more action. I want that blowjob you promised last night."
Jonathan obliged, shifting to wrap his lips around the king's hard cock, sucking with expert rhythm as his tongue had just worked the ass. Jervis thrust forward, sweating now, his body alive with need. "You're driving me wild," he growled. Jonathan pulled back briefly, smirking, "And you're dripping for me, my liege."
The pace quickened, Jonathan alternating between devouring the king's ass and stroking his cock until Jervis was panting and horny beyond reason. "Don't stop," Jervis commanded, his voice sharp even in pleasure. Jonathan's skilled mouth and tongue pushed him over the edge; Jervis came hard, cum spilling across Jonathan's lips and chin.
Jonathan rose, wiping his mouth with a wink. "Satisfied for now, Your Majesty?" Jervis straightened his robes, blue eyes gleaming with renewed fire. "That was merely the opening move."
But as Jonathan turned to leave, a shadow crossed the doorway, hinting at pleasures yet to unfold in the chapters ahead.
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