Date: Thu, 10 Jun 2021 09:02:17 -0400 From: Drew Tenma Subject: The Adventures of Aron, Chapter 6 (TG) The Adventures of Aron Part 6 (Aron and his prince together: https://i.imgur.com/GBNFL9p.jpg) (Aron looks out the castle window: https://i.imgur.com/87yFean.png) The Prince awoke slowly from a dream he was having. In the dream Aron had been sucking his dick. As he awoke, he realised that he was still feeling the sensation of a warm wet mouth around his cock. He looked down and Aron was lying across the bed gently sucking the Prince's manhood. The view of Aron's cute features, the skinny body, with the prominent globes of his bottom were too much for the Prince and he ejaculated with a loud groan. Aron did not release the cock that he was enjoying so much and kept the sperm in his mouth. As the prince finished cumming Aron pulled off. He slowly let the Prince's cream dribble out of his mouth all over his skinny chest. He lowered his mouth back to the prince's cock so he could suck the dick clean and dry and once it went soft, he released it from his mouth. Aron's eyes met the Prince's, as he sensually licked his lips. Aron had stars in his eyes as he gazed at his lover, the Prince's chest was heaving and there was a thin sheen of sweat on his body. As the two kissed the Prince inhaled Aron's scent, the smell of the sea. "Morning...Aron." The Prince said, once his breathing had slowed. "Good Morning...Justin." Aron returned "That was the best way to wake up." Justin said with a smile. "I wish I could wake up to that every morning!" "I'm glad you liked it." Aron said with a cute smile. "I woke up a bit earlier, and I was hungry, I thought I might get some breakfast from you." "Of course, I will give you breakfast." The Prince said, kicking the covers off his lower legs. "You already have!" Aron giggled. The Prince looked across at him the rolled over on top. The lips locked together as their tongues duelled in each other's mouths. Even Aron's mouth had a taste of the sea, the Prince thought. He had only just come, but he felt himself hardening again. Aron could also feel the Prince's erection pressing against his body. For his part he had been hard from the moment he awoke and seeing the beautiful Prince next to him had been unable to stop himself from bringing him round with a slow sucking. As the two kissed Aron started spreading his legs out to the side, trying to invite the Prince to enter him again. "Let's go take a shower the Prince said disengaging his mouth from Aron's and standing up. Aron felt a bit disappointed but followed the Prince into the bathroom. The Prince's shower was huge, with several jets the sprayed the body from all angles, there was two steps built into the wall at one end, each about seventy centimetres high, in case one wanted to take a shower while seated. After lathering each other up with soap, once again groping each other's bodies while doing so, the Prince and Aron gently washed each other, their penises still standing erect between their legs. Then the Prince took Aron's arm and guided him towards the steps, he manoeuvred the skinny boy, so he was keeling on the first step with his upper body being supported by the second step. Aron was lay flat with his stomach on the second step, his ass at waist height. In this position the Prince had perfect access to Aron's bottom. The Prince took hold of Aron's thighs as he slowly pushed towards the inviting hole which was already blooming to accept him. He felt the head slip into Aron, and he paused. Feeling Aron relax, he pushed deeper, sinking all the way into the warm hole. He lay over Aron's back and kissed his neck as he continued to move back and forth inside him, the water beating down on their naked bodies. "That feels so good!" Aron could barely say the words he was breathing so hard. The two bodies moved in unison, Aron pushing backwards to meet the Prince's thrusts into him. The Prince's penis was touching a special place inside him with every inward thrust and soon Aron could not speak he was screaming too much in pleasure. Not for the first time the Prince thanked his lucky stars that his chambers had thick stone walls that effectively made his room soundproof. Aron's screams increased in volume and pitch as he felt his bottom clench around the dick inside him as he orgasmed. His own little hardon was jerking and twitching, yet no sperm came out. The Prince had paused while Aron rode out the waves of his orgasm. When the feelings started to wane and Aron's anus relaxed again, the Prince resumed thrusting, yet Aron's peak was still close and withing minutes he was juddering through another dry orgasm. Every orgasm seemed to surpass the last one in intensity and pleasure, the nub inside his boy pussy was now white hot, and he could not wait to feel the Prince's cock gently rub against in when he started thrusting again. The Prince let Aron's body relax before starting to move once more. This time Aron was trying to hold off his orgasm but as he felt the Prince's cock swell inside him, he cried out louder than ever before as the Prince pulled out and shot his sperm all over Aron's back. He then collapsed on top of him, both of them panting and gasping as they recovered from their respective orgasms. The two of them cleaned each other off again before the Prince shut the water off and they stepped out. There were two fluffy white towels hanging on a heated towel rail which they dried each other off with. After three crashing orgasms, even Aron's cock was flaccid. The Prince got dressed so he could go down to the Kitchen and arranged for breakfast to be brought to his room. Aron remained naked and went out onto the balcony, enjoying the sun on his body. The Prince returned and a short while later a maid appeared with a trolley bearing breakfast. Two large plates covered with domes to keep the food hot, together with one smaller one, were placed on a round table in the main lounge area. A large pot of steaming coffee together with milk and sugar and a large jug of freshly squeezed orange juice were added. Cups, glasses, cutlery and condiments were placed before the maid respectfully retired. Aron re-entered the bedroom through the French windows. He knew the rules, he had to stay out of sight, so he had used the time sunbathing on the balcony conveniently out of sight from the lounge. Lifting the domes off the food Aron was greeted by the sight of a full cooked breakfast. Fried egg, bacon, sausage, hash brown, mushroom, black pudding, fried tomato. Two of each with a small ramakin of beans added as well. Under the smaller dome was a rack of toast, butter had been placed on the table with the condiments. One thing Aron had learned during his previous time as a human, he had a constitution which dictated that however much he ate, he would never gain a pound. He could eat from sunrise to sunset without putting on weight. After having come 3 times already that day Aron was starving, so he focused on the food while the Prince poured him coffee and a glass of juice. After they had both eaten the Prince spoke. "I have a proposition of sorts for you." He paused looking at Aron who looked back at him puzzled. "Even if I wanted you to, you can't stay here as a guest indefinitely, my father for one, would not allow it. But I don't want you to go. Now that I've found you, I don't want you to leave me. But there is another way." He paused again looking for a way to say what he had in mind, "Look, you don't have to say yes, but one way that we could stay together is if you joined the palace staff. I don't mean work in the kitchens like Kit did. I was thinking of taking you on as my valet. You understand that this would just be for show...I want you to be my boyfriend, being my valet and chambermaid would just be a cover story." The Prince waited on tenterhooks for Aron to answer. "I think I would like that." Aron said softly, his green eyes looking intently into the Prince's. "I understand that we need a cover story, and that is better than any I can come up with, and it also means that I don't have to mix with the staff, if I am your personal servant, my place is here with you." "And since you hold a special position on my staff, I think we should get you a special uniform to wear!" The Prince said with a smile. "What kind of uniform?" "You're wearing it!" The Prince said with a laugh. Aron looked down at his body, he was still completely naked. "You want me to work naked?" Aron said. This was more than he could have hoped for. He preferred being naked, ever since his bra had slipped off during while transitioning, he had a dislike for clothing. "Well, your duties would keep you mainly in these rooms." The Prince said. "You would have to sweep the floors and wipe the surfaces. You also need to clean the bedroom and bathroom, turn down the bed and to keep my bed warm at night and to perform certain other services, when I have need of them." He smiled, leaving Aron in no doubt what these other services were. "But I also want my boy-servant to accompany me when I go down to the beach for my morning swim. For that we will need to find you some bathers to wear." "Can't I just wear a towel like yesterday?" Aron said pleadingly. "Not for the way down there, but once we are down on the beach, we would not really be visible, so you could strip off your bathers and wrap a towel around yourself on the way back up. I'm going to Kit's old room later on today, see if I can find some bathers that would fit you. I promise that it will be the only time you need to wear anything at all. We will keep some clothes here in case you need to leave these rooms at any point, but otherwise I would expect you to be naked all the time. You do make the place look more beautiful walking around as nature intended you to be." "I will be a perfect servant to you Justin." Aron said. "If you are my servant, you will call me either Prince, Master or Sir!" The Prince said sounding stern. "I'm sorry Master." Aron said. The Prince being so domineering had made him hard. He found being in the role of the submissive servant, rather than an equal guest even more fun. "I think before my servant can start work; he needs some obedience training." The Prince said, walking round the table he jerked Aron to his feet and led him back into the bedroom. Aron obediently lay face down on the bed, assuming the Prince wanted to enter him, but the Prince said in a voice thick with lust, "No, on your back." Aron rolled over onto his back, and he realised the Prince was holding leather ties. He quickly tied both of Aron's wrists to the top two posts of the four-poster bed, then tied Aron's ankles to the bottom posts. Aron was now spread-eagled on the bed, his penis standing straight up, his bottom becoming moist. The Prince moved his hands all over Aron's chest, then centring on the nipples, he caressed them with his fingertips the way he had done yesterday, taking the tip of the right nipple between forefinger and thumb he moved his hand around as if the milk it. Then he suddenly gave it a hard squeeze. Aron yelled in pain, but that did not deter the prince, who gave it another pinch. Aron yelled again, but this time he detected an undertone of pleasure in the pain, by the fifth time the Prince tweaked his nipple Aron was moaning, but only in pleasure. The Prince continued caressing and tweaking the right nipple for a while, before lowering his mouth and sucking on it for a while. The softness of the Prince's tongue soothed the stinging nub. Then the Prince turned his attention to the left nipple, again caressing it, although not for a long, as Aron was so aroused his nipples were already rock hard. He started tweaking and pinching the nipple, then as he gave it a little twist Aron screamed out as he climaxed, his dick jumping and pulsing as he dry orgasmed. The Prince didn't stop, in fact the way he continued torturing Aron's nipples prolonged the orgasm, so Aron's entire body was shaking. The Prince finished again by licking the sore nipple, bathing it with his tongue. Then he stood, Aron thought he was done as he started untying him. But he was wrong, as soon as he was free the Prince put him back on the bed on his front before retying him in the same position as before, arms and legs spread. He felt the Prince's hands wandering all over the globes of his ass cheeks, occasionally using two fingers to spread them, revealing his hidden fruit. Aron felt the cool air occasionally fluttering against his hole when the Prince did this, this in turn made his bottom even more moist. "Has my boy learned his lesson yet?" The Prince demanded "Yes!" Aron moaned as he felt the Prince's hands gliding all over his smooth hairless buns. "Yes, what?" The two words were accompanied by a sharp slap to each cheek of his ass. Aron moaned. "Yes, Sir." There was a two more slaps harder than the first. But Aron had not been expecting it and he yelled. "That's right boy. I am either Sir or Master to you!" Every time you forget you get a spanking. There were 3 more slaps to his butt on each cheek, so six in total, but now he felt only pleasure in being spanked. But then he felt the cool liquid of lubricant being applied to his bottom. "I think my servant has learned to be obedient now, so let's give him some on the job training." Aron felt the Prince's hardness at his entrance, Aron's bottom was so moist it did not even need lubricant, the Prince slid right in, without any resistance. Even he seemed surprised at how easily Aron's bottom had received him. He did not pause, but started thrusting immediately Aron moaned loudly, "Oh, Sir...ah!" This turned the Prince on even more and he began running back and forth in Aron's tunnel, fucking him faster and deeper than the two previous times. He was slamming into the upturned bottom so hard it felt like he was fucking Aron into the mattress. Aron screamed as his bottom clamped around the Prince's cock as he had another orgasm. Aron felt his dick twitch and spasm, but again no fluid. But he liked that, and every dry orgasm was earth-shaking. The Prince waited for the hole to relax before he began pounding it again riding Aron to another orgasm. Aron was screaming so much now that it was only possible to tell his orgasms from how his body tensed up as they hit. The Prince rode Aron to three successive dry orgasms, each one more powerful than the last, before he pulled out, painting Aron's back with his semen. "Thank you Master." Aron sighed in his boyish voice, his thin chest heaving. "I have certainly learned to be obedient." Although if this was obedience training, Aron planned to be disobedient as much as possible, anything to be tied up and fucked this powerfully again. He even felt disappointed as the Prince untied him, he had enjoyed completely surrendering to his lover, his master, his Prince. Aron's first task was to run the Prince a bath and to wash him. Aron took care to scrub every inch of the Prince's body. He paid special attention to the Prince's manhood. As much as he would have loved to suck it clean, and be rewarded with another mouthful of spunk, it was clear the Prince needed an hour or so to reload, so regretfully he just lathered it up and washed it off, but savouring the feel, the length and girth of it in his small hands. The Prince then stood up in the bathtub, getting out, and Aron gently dried his master's body. Finally Aron helped the Prince get dressed in what palace terms was considered casual wear, though to Aron who was used to wearing rough clothes fashioned from seaweed, they still seemed incredibly fancy. Leaving Aron to start cleaning his chambers the Prince made his way to the servant's quarters. He knew where Kit's room had been, and he was pretty sure that all of his belongings would still be there. But he had not been prepared for the emotional backlash that going into that room would give him. He could still smell Kit's scent, and Kit's belongings were indeed still scattered about the room. The Prince could not help himself, he collapsed on the bed and cried. He had cared for Kit, and the feeling had been mutual. But he could not have taken Kit as a lover. Only in the romance novels, of which Kit had been a fan, could Prince Charming and the scullery maid end up married. Finally pulling himself together, he dried his tears on his sleeve and went to the chest of drawers. He found the drawer containing Kit's underwear quickly. He gathered up a handful of different sorts, among them he found 2 pairs of Kit's bathers. He added those to the underwear. On an impulse he also took a set of Kit's servant's uniform, just in case Aron needed to leave his chambers at any time. They were probably too big for Aron, but he could have the palace tailor alter them any time. Returning to his chambers he say Aron had already begun his duties. The bed was made, the bathroom immaculate, everything gleaming. All the clothes that had been scattered about the room during their passionate love making were now all folded in the cupboards. Aron was taking a break, sunning himself on the chaise lounge on the balcony, still stark naked. The Prince joined him on the balcony, Aron opened his sea green eyes and smiled, his flaccid penis hardening instantly at the sight of his handsome lover. For the Prince, the battle was lost before it even began. He dropped to his knees and started sucking on Aron's small, yet perfect penis. He paused to lick Aron's hairless pubic mound and the equally hairless balls that were already pulled up close to the penis. Then he returned to Aron's shaft, bobbing his head up and down, enjoying the silky texture of Aron's foreskin and the taste, the slight saltiness reminiscent of sea water, but mainly he could taste something else, something he could only describe as...Aron. Every boy's skin had its own unique taste. And Aron's, while different to Kit's was incredible pleasing. The Prince removed his mouth from the penis and continued to stroke it with his hand and lowered his mouth to the nipples, licking first one and then the other. Aron started panting and in a remarkably short time he orgasmed, with a loud groan, his penis twitching in the Prince's grip. Aron would have been satisfied with just that, but the Prince had other ideas, sucking Aron had got him hard, and taking Aron by the hand he led him back inside. He knew Aron tended to scream with pleasure during sex, so it was not possible on the balcony, yet the Prince had a ball gag somewhere that he had used with Kit, when the two had not had time to go to one of their secluded places. Once they had had sex in a cupboard just outside the kitchens. The ball gag had muffled Kit's moans, to the point that only the Prince could hear them, he thought he would try that with Aron soon. But not now. He bent Aron roughly over the sofa and started licking Aron's pucker, already used twice today, and started roughly licking away at it prompting Aron to gasp and start panting again. Then pulling off his clothes the Prince pushed into Aron, without ceremony. Aron's bottom was already moist, and the Prince's spit helped, but it was mainly the earlier fucks that allowed smooth entry, allowing him to slide in without any resistance. Aron let out a loud scream of ecstasy. Every thrust of the Prince's dick brought out a further scream or moan. Aron might have only just had a dry orgasm, but his peak was still close and when the Prince's cock touched that special place inside him, he orgasmed all over again, his balls vibrating at the intensity of his dry cum. It seemed that as each of his orgasms waned another punishing anal orgasm would hit him. Aron lost count of how many dry cums he had. A pleasant fog settled in on his vision and the only thing he could focus on was the shaft gliding in and out of his hole and the pleasure it was giving him. His screams continued rising in pitch and volume, his boyish calls of pleasure filling the chambers. As the Prince pulled out as he always did before cumming Aron was seized by a naughty desire and spun round just as his lover started to shoot and took his load all across his slim chest. As the Prince recovered from his orgasm, he looked down at Aron who was slowly spreading the sperm all over his chest, till his skin shone with it. Then Aron looked up and the Prince, slowly and sensually licking his lips. The Prince leaned down and kissed him. When he broke his kiss, he said brightly "Time for lunch!" When he came back from giving the Kitchens his order for lunch, he was carrying a broom, dustpan and brush and a cleaning cloth. "I love living near the sea and having a private beach, but there are drawbacks. Even living on this cliff way above the beach, the sand still gets everywhere. Look." He swept a small area of the floor and Aron could see a small line of sand and other small debris. "That will be another of your duties to sweep the floor every morning after our swim, because we will probably get a lot of sand on us after coming out of the water. The cloth is just to wipe any surfaces, like the table and so on." Aron thought it was more likely that any sand on them would be due to them rolling around on the beach making passionate love, but he didn't say this. "We're not going down to the beach today, we will leave that until next morning, but I would like to show you more of the palace. There is an amazing view from the top tower. Kit always loved it up there." "The tower that he fell from" Aron thought. But out loud he said, "I would love to see anything you want to show me." The Prince showed him the way to the winding spiral staircase that led up to the tower. It was conveniently near the Prince's chambers, and no one ever went up the tower, apart from the Prince and several of the boys he had dated, Kit having been the most recent. So, Aron followed the Prince still in a state of undress, just flipflops, since he dd not know how rough the steps of the staircase would be. He say that after centuries of use they were worn smooth, so he left his flipflops at the bottom and the Prince motioned him to go first. He wanted to be second so he could watch Aron's legs and buttocks flexing as he climbed. He loved that firm plump behind, he especially loved being inside it, feeling its smooth firmness against his pelvis when he was pushing in. And that hole was so tight, yet so receptive, taking his cock in with no problem, but hugging it tight one it was inside. "Aron is a very talented boy." The Prince thought The view was, as the Prince had promised, spectacular. On one side you could see the sea as far as the horizon, on the other the rolling countryside and part of the small village that lay near the palace walls. Most of the staff lived in that village, and returned to their homes every evening, those that did not used the servant's quarters. But they were never all in use, which was why each servant had his own room, though the servant's bathrooms were shared. "It's beautiful." Aron whispered as he had the Prince stood, the Prince had his arm around Aron's shoulders. Aron leaned into him and put his arm around the Prince's waist. "I'll bring you up here after dinner." the Prince said. "We can watch the sunset together, it's even more beautiful then. The setting sun makes everything red and gold." That sounded so romantic to Aron. He turned to face his lover, standing on tiptoe, his lips sought the Prince's. The Prince leaned down, and they kissed passionately. Back in the chambers the Prince made Aron try on all the different underwear he had taken form Kit's room, but he was only happy with one of them. While some of the speedos fitted, if the drawstrings were pulled tight enough, they did not show Aron's body off the way the Prince wanted. However, there were one pair of cotton briefs that when Aron put them on, hugged his bubble butt, while in front the outline of his cock could be clearly seen, even in its flaccid state. The Prince checked the size of the briefs he liked and took the rest of the underwear to the Palace tailor to be made smaller and tighter. The Palace tailor knew that the less questions asked the better, plus the Prince offered him a hefty bonus for his work...and his silence. So, the tailor took the 10 pairs of underwear and speedos and set to work. When the Prince returned to his chambers, he found Aron sweeping up last bit of the dust and sand off the floor. The tables and the wooden backs of the chairs had been polished to a mirror bright sheen; the Prince realised that Aron had also polished the windows earlier while he had been in Kit's room. Aron was watching the Prince taking in his work. "Is my work to your satisfaction...Master?" He asked tentatively. The Prince smiled. "Come here Aron." Aron came to him, and the Prince gave him a gentle hug. "It's more than satisfactory. You've done a great job...and good work deserves a reward. I'm sure I will find a way to reward you...maybe when we watch the sunset together." Aron who was already hard again felt his penis twitch at the thought. The Prince noticed it too. "Not yet Sunshine. There's still a few hours to go before sunset. Why don't we go out on the balcony and catch some sunlight before dinner? I will have that brought here as well." The Prince shed his clothes, Aron respectfully picked them up, folded them and placed them on the bed for later. Naked the two of them walked out to the balcony. The Prince chose a chaise lounge. Aron figured that there was enough room for him next to the Prince, so he cuddled up to the Prince in the same chaise lounge. The Prince looked a bit surprised when he felt Aron's body pressing against his, but he liked the feeling, so he moved over to the side, to give Aron more room, while making sure their bodies still touched. Aron laid his head on the Prince's chest and closed his eyes, enjoying both the warmth of the sun on his whole body and the warmth of his lover, next to him. This moment felt so intimate, and Aron was at peace with the world, he wished he could freeze this moment, and make it last forever. After an hour, the Prince suggested they go inside. They spent the time until dinner just talking about their plans for tomorrow. Aron's erection was begging for release, but the Prince wanted to make it wait. Aron never tried masturbating; he had no need to but being horny all the time was uncomfortable. The Prince reluctantly got dressed, he had to go and tell the kitchen he was having dinner in his room with his manservant, Aron. He had spoken to his father earlier about hiring the boy they had supper with last night. The King had liked the boy and saw no reason that he should not be a valet to his son. Aron as always stayed naked and made himself scarce when the food arrived. However, while the Prince often remained clothed while eating, not that Aron minded, this time as soon as the maid retired the Prince stripped again and joined Aron at the table as naked as he was. They ate the supper and as they finished the deserts the Prince glanced at the windows, there was an orange glow starting to suffuse the sky. "Come on, he said to Aron, and to Aron's surprise the Price left the chambers naked pulling him along by the hand. They ran hand in hand to the staircase running up it and arriving at the battlements they could watch the Sun as it dipped slowly below the horizon casting a bright orange pathway over the water as it slid ever lower, the light casting red and gold shadow over everything. The light slowly grew darker, and the colours changed to darker red. Aron and the Prince stood side by side the Prince's arm which had been draped over Aron's shoulder slid lower, till it was running over his smooth firm buns. He turned to face the Prince and felt both of his hands on his bottom, gently stroking, fondling and gently pinching each of the cheeks, then he rand his hand round the front the backs of his hands brushing Aron's hard and sensitive nipples, then the Prince took Aron's cock in his hand and gently stroked it, moving the foreskin back and forth. Aron groaned, he felt himself getting close to a dry cum, but then the Prince suddenly stopped. The urge receded, leaving Aron still hard and as yet unsatisfied. Putting pressure on Aron's shoulders, he knew what was expected and dropped to his knees and took the Prince's erection in his mouth and began sucking it, the way he had this morning. Slowly moving his lips up and down, dragging them along the Prince's foreskin, feeling every vein. He enjoyed the taste of the Prince's cock, sometimes he would just wank it while gently nibbling the tip keeping his lips over his teeth. He didn't know how he had learned to perform oral sex like that, certainly not from Eric, who had only rarely wanted to be sucked. Aron guessed that he was a born natural at this and decided to fully exploit his newfound talent. All too soon the Prince stopped him, pulling him back to his feet, this time the Prince knelt in front of Aron, who was standing with his back against the ramparts. The Prince took Aron's dick in his mouth, sucking it just as expertly as that afternoon. Aron liked to be sucked the way Kit had liked it and the Prince had had plenty of time to refine his technique with Kit. Aron felt his orgasm approaching, and once again the Prince stopped, just before he would not have been able to hold out anymore. Aron suspected that the Prince was deliberately not allowing him to reach orgasm, a game that had started that afternoon. Aron had been hard since then, and had not had an orgasm in six hours, given what his first twenty-four hours with the Prince had been like, this was a long time by his standards. His penis was begging for release. Then he was turned around, his hands flat against the masonry. He felt the Prince's tongue on his behind, but not for long, this was just for lubrication. Then he felt the Prince enter him. Once again, it was a smooth entry, and for the Prince, it felt like Aron's asshole was drawing him in, sucking his dick inside it like Aron's mouth had been. The Prince started feeding him slow strokes thar felt nothing less than magical, but then the Prince reached round and started stroking his penis, in time to fucking his ass. This was pleasure on a level he had not yet experienced. Having both his cock and his ass pleasured at the same time was taking him to such a high plane of ecstasy that he could not have believed existed a few moments ago. He had been screaming and moaning with pleasure from the moment he had been entered. But as he felt the by now familiar stirring in both is groin and bottom, as he finally reached orgasm, he screamed so loudly he thought he must have torn his throat. After having been delayed so long the orgasm was the most powerful, he had ever experienced. Spots danced in front of his eyes, pleasure ripped through him, he felt the surges going from his bottom through to the tip on his penis again and again. His little cock was twitching and quivering as it spasmed. He was panting with exertion and seaweed scented sweat was pouring off him as if he had just run a marathon. His orgasm seemed to go on forever when it finally abated the Prince was still thrusting. Aron, always hungry for as much as he could get, was pleased at such a display of virility by his top. He could not remember having ever enjoyed sex so much last time he had been human and had definitely not experienced orgasms this intense with Eric. The thrusting of the Prince caused Aron to orgasm anally a few more times, the Prince had released Aron's cock by now, and was fucking him, holding on to his hips, the orgasms were still powerful and a sinful pleasure coursed through him at each one, causing the small of his back to dip so that his bottom pushed back onto the invading member of the Prince. When the Prince finally allowed himself to reach orgasm, he pulled out and his semen shot out with such velocity that it flew in a wide arc high above the ramparts before being lost in the darkness now that the sun had set. The two of them flopped down on the flagstones together, both drenched in sweat. Aron was finally flaccid again, for which he was grateful, he felt that he would have died of sheer horniness by now had he not been allowed to reach orgasm like that. The Prince groped in the darkness for a lantern, which he had stored there previously, for torrid encounters at midnight with Kit. He found it after a while and lit the candle inside it. The light threw Aron's flushed face into sharp relief, the Prince knew he must look similar. He helped Aron to his feet, he had to lean against the Prince because his legs were shaking. After the thorough pounding he had received it was no wonder. After he had steadied himself, they descended the spiral staircase and made it back to the Prince's chambers. They took a quick shower before they slipped beneath the silken sheets of the Prince's bed. Aron thought about the days as he drifted off, it had certainly been eventful. He could still feel the Prince inside him, even after half an hour. Justin threw and arm over Aron pressing his back to his chest. They fell asleep with their bodies entwined together.