“A lot of use that’ll be,” Seronisis said while undressing to join Pan in the bath. “The people of Tansa worshipped my father. I can’t tell you how angry they were when I cast Bathor out rather than offer his head to them on a platter. It took months to regain their favour.”
“But they love you now.” Pan felt his cock growing hard at the sight of Seronisis, his toned, muscular body naked and descending the steps into the fragrant waters of the bath. “Even before any of them knew who I was I heard the affectionate way they spoke of the great Seronisis.”
Pan stood to greet the king.
“Someone’s happy to be back home,” Seronisis noted with a smile as his own cock grew to a similar state of arousal.
Pan grinned. “Words fail me.” He glanced down at his cock. “Although this thing never will.”
They laughed before Seronisis caught Pan up in his arms and they kissed, passionately, their hard bodies pressed together.
“I’ve missed you so much,” said Pan. “My hand was a poor substitute.”