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Emmett gasped. "The wedding is tonight?! If I'd known, I wouldn't have... I'm so sorry, your majesty! I'll get ready as fast as I can!" Emmett got up and got dressed as quickly as he could, but that was difficult to do while still trying to hold in Armand's cum. He was dressed soon enough, however, though some of the royal semen was trickling down his leg. Either way, he wrapped his arm around Armand's and walked with him to where the ceremony was being held, cum sloshing inside him with every step he took. As they entered the room, he saw the eyes of those in attendance fall onto his belly, full of cum as it was. Emmett put a hand on his belly, proudly supporting it. Let them stare. Let them be jealous. As he felt the cum slosh about in his womb, a great sense of pride filled Emmett's heart. Especially when he saw a few erections among the men. The pheromones at work, most certainly. Those poor men, left to deal with their erections themselves, because only one person would be able to have the source of that lust, would be able to have Emmett. Emmett smiled up at Armand as they approached the altar. 

Let them stare. Let them be jealous.