⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀— 𝙄 𝙏𝙃𝙄𝙉𝙆 𝙄𝙏'𝙎 𝙇𝙊𝙑𝙀 𝘼𝙏 ⠀⠀⠀⠀ 𝙁𝙄𝙍𝙎𝙏 𝙎𝙄𝙂𝙃𝙏. ⠀⠀⠀⠀— + 18 FOCUS, MINORS DNI. ⠀⠀⠀⠀— LOLIS/SHOTAS/MINORS /WILL/ BE BLOCKED ON SIGHT. ⠀⠀⠀⠀— BOTTOM FOCUSED. ⠀⠀⠀⠀

True. But she scares him.

He is in copious amounts of danger. Fortune.exe has stopped working.

Is that right? Will she continue to think that when he's got her ankles up by her head while reshaping her insides to snugly fit around his dick?

This is how he goes out. Not in some grand battle or of old age. Just getting drained like a juicebox.

How is he not supposed to be terrified of her?!

... Is she Satan?

Everyone's taller than him and it's grating his nerves. What's the use in having a dick that hangs down to his knees if everyone can use his head as an armrest?

It's also a guarantee if she shares her bed with the prince. He's an early riser, and that morning wood won't take care of itself.

Is it still morning wood if he wakes up in the afternoon? Well, whatever. Still doesn't take away from the fact that he's stiff as steel below the waist.

He hasn't clapped cheeks in almost an hour. He's suffering from withdrawal. Send help.

Finally. Placing both hands on either side of Kami's head, the prince lined up his eager cock with the other's waiting maw. In one heated buck of his hips, lips met his crotch as every inch of vein-riddled meat was crammed into an inviting throat.

He can't deny a request like that. And hey, she's got plenty of hair to pull while he's busy bloating her womb with all that virile, baby-making nutslop.

Horny prince hours. Which is all hours, but he's a tiny bit more aroused at this very moment.