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hands back against his sides.
    “Use your mouth to pleasure me,” Talek said, positioning his rigid erection in front of Lyrion’s face. A fringe of curly dark hair cushioned his thick base and perfectly rounded bollocks that reminded Lyrion of succulent fruit. “I want to feel your lips on another part of my body now.”
    Nodding, Lyrion opened his mouth and tentatively curled his tongue around the underside of the prince’s outthrust shaft. He tasted of salt and desire, stirring a new kind of hunger in Lyrion’s stomach. Slowly, the prince pushed his hips forward, sliding himself deeper into Lyrion’s mouth.
    “Yes…that is most satisfying,” Talek said, rocking back and forth on his knees just enough that his cock slid in and out of Lyrion’s rounded lips. Lyrion wanted to tell him that he found it exciting, too, but he had no way to form words with his tongue pressed flat and his jaws immobilized by Talek’s hot flesh.
    Soon Talek began to move back and forth more vigorously. The sweat from the prince’s groin smeared Lyrion’s cheeks, and he could feel the prickly ends of his cockhairs scraping his soft chin. His wrists strained against the shackles as he longed to wrap both arms around Talek’s waist and pull him in even closer, swallowing all of him at once. The chains, however, would not give way.
    Finally the prince stopped moving, and a strange gurgling noise rose up in his throat. Lyrion experienced a moment of panic. Had he done something wrong? Was the prince experiencing pain, or some sort of a fit?
    Suddenly, he understood what was happening. Talek’s bollocks pulsated against his chin, and a burst of liquid far tastier than sweetwater filled his throat. He swallowed greedily, both excited and honored that so powerful a man as Prince Talek had chosen him as a vessel for his seed.
    Afterward, the prince’s cock softened and Lyrion opened his mouth to release him. He expected the prince to lie down and rest for a while, or send for his servants and have Lyrion taken away, but to his surprise neither of those things happened. Instead, the prince pivoted his body so he was looking down at Lyrion’s cock, still stiff and rubbing against the loop of golden chains. Lyrion moaned in stunned bliss as Talek applied his own mouth in the same way Lyrion had done.
    The prince’s tongue strokes were quick, decisive, and more efficient than Lyrion’s had been, no doubt owing to his advanced experience and his comfort with taking control of any situation. Soon Lyrion found himself bucking and twisting as a similar fit-like sensation racked his own slender frame. The release seemed much more intense than anything he had experienced in the tree. At the last moment, Talek withdrew his mouth and instead used his fist to wring the seed from Lyrion’s throbbing bollocks.
    Turning back around, he stretched out on top of Lyrion, grinding both their spent cocks together. The friction was almost enough to make Lyrion hard again, and he suspected the prince experienced the same renewal of desire.
    Bending his head low, Talek placed his lips against the side of Lyrion’s mouth. “I wanted to be sure you pleased me in every way before I made up my mind,” he whispered. “The chains were to make sure you meant me no harm. They will come off next time. We will be able to disport ourselves much more freely then.”
    “Yes, prince,” Lyrion said. He could think of no other way to respond. The events of the past few days had been so overwhelming that now that he finally lay in a welcoming bed, all he wanted to do was close his eyes and rest. He didn’t even mind sleeping in chains.
    “Once you have provided me with an heir, I shall reward you handsomely,” Talek said as Lyrion began to drift away. “I will give you anything you wish for. Simply ask and it shall be yours.”
    He didn’t see the slight frown that creased Lyrion’s brow as the words pulled him back from the abyss of sleep. What he wanted most in the