Chapter 11

“Thank you, your highness,” Cillian said, touching the rim of his goblet to Pari’s.

The prince drained his wine in two draughts before Cillian had taken a sip, and banged his goblet down on a table. Like his sister, he suddenly wrapped his arms around Cillian’s neck and kissed him hard on the mouth.

This time, Cillian didn’t recoil. He clutched the prince to him and kissed back, pushing his tongue between Pari’s lips. He grabbed Pari’s tight buttocks and lifted him off the ground. The prince, although a few inches taller than him, lifted his legs and circled Cillian’s waist. Only the sound of wet kissing and low moans filled the room.

Cillian felt his manhood swelling and pressing against Pari’s codpiece. “Does that thing come off?” he whispered.

“All of it does,” Pari replied, matching Cillian’s tone.