The Prince smiled as he kept grinding against the King's growing dick, and bit down on his lip for a moment. "There's a reason my father sent me and not an actual diplomat, Sire," he teased. "He knew his eldest son could make you feel things a cheap whore couldn't."
'Oh really? And what can you show me that a cheap whore couldn't? Hm? Or should I make you act like a cheap whore for me?" The Dark King drawled, but his cock was growing bigger and bigger and his hand curled around the prince's ass to give it a possessive squeeze. "I should breed you right here..." He hissed, turning his head to nip at the others neck. "Prove those words of yours right."
He groaned as the King squeezed his ass, and licked his lips. "Whatever works best for you, Sire, I can be a cheap whore for you if you want me to," the Prince whimpered. "You should, put me in my place, Sire!"












