The king currently had his elbow encircling the brunet's neck, with the right hand pinning Benard's right wrist to the bed. Bernard's left hand was arched and grasping at the king's elbow firmly.

"Aa~ Aaah~ Aaa~! F-fuck... Ah... Ahghh~ Aaghh~ S-slow down.... Aaah...please... Urh~ Auhh~"

Benard's request fell on deaf ears as the king continued banging his ass like it was no one's business.

...

The monarch soon let go of Benard's right wrist and stopped wrapping his elbow around the latter's throat. Then, drawing back his torso, he had Benard get on all fours with his torso relaxed. Only his tempting posterior was in the air, looking smack-worthy.

With...