When Seronisis had finished cumming, Pan collapsed back onto the floor, damp with splashes from the bath. His cock, thick and stiff, speared upwards, almost demanding attention.
The king went to withdraw his cock.
“No, don’t,” said Pan as he wrapped his fingers around his erection and began to masturbate.
The king smiled and began to gently fuck him with a cock that had only lost a fraction of its rigidity. Seronisis leaned down and took one of Pan’s nipples between his thumb and forefinger and began to gently twist it, pressing it between the pads of both fingers.
Pan moaned and already he could feel his balls and the muscles of his abdomen tightening. “Keep fucking me, sire.”
The king only expected Pan to address him in a formal manner when the occasion called for it, although he had mentioned, once, that he enjoyed it when Pan used such formal terms during intercourse. Pan had never forgotten and was, as always, keen to make Seronisis happy.