[FweepFwopFwoop]

Internally, Emmett sighed. The sight of the king's erection had made him hopeful, hopeful that he would take him right then and there, but alas, deep down he knew that it wouldn't be so easy. Still, it was certainly interesting to see just what sort of effect women had on the king. No wonder he had yet to marry and sire heirs. He was a homosexual after all. Not that Emmett was particularly different. He had always preferred the strong arms and sharp angles of a man to the soft curves of a woman. "Very well, your majesty. I'll be in my room. Just send for me when you have need for me." Emmett bowed and quickly took his leave. The sight of Armand's erection was stirring something deep in his own loins, and he needed to take care of it before anyone noticed.

The second he was back in his own room, Emmett disrobed and began tending to what had grown into a raging erection and a wet, quivering, needy pussy. Laying back on his bed, he began rapidly stroking his cock and fingering his snatch, bucking his hips into his hand, all the while imagining that Armand was with him. He stifled his moans in his pillows, and finally came, his semen shooting out on an arc of explosive need. He cleaned it with a rag from the bathroom, and then retired for a nap, all the while with his hands on his stomach, wishing it were full of Armand's heirs. Damn hormones.