HENTAI – Gay Cartoon Animation – Anime Yaoi Hard Royal Meeting FULL SOUND

HENTAI – Gay Cartoon Animation – Anime Yaoi Hard Royal Meeting FULL SOUND

The grand royal palace of the mightiest kingdom was abuzz with activity, preparing for the annual strategy meeting. Lords, knights, and advisors from across the land gathered in the opulent throne room to discuss tactics and alliances. Among them were two strapping, young men: Prince Aldric, the kingdom’s heir, and Commander Bjorn, his most trusted military leader. Their bond was unbreakable, forged on battlefields and nurtured by the secret longing they harbored for one another.

As the meeting commenced, the two brave warriors fought to maintain their composure, stealing glances and brushing fingers during the flurry of parchment and strategy boards. The tension crackled between them like the flickering flames of the great torches lining the walls.

Finally, the king adjourned the meeting and dismissed the crowd. Prince Aldric took his leave, but not before catching Commander Bjorn’s eye and discreetly beckoning him to follow with a crooked finger. Bjorn’s heart leapt into his throat, pulse quickening. He knew what that look meant, but to indulge now, in such a public place? It was madness, yet he couldn’t deny the feeling of his manhood already stirring to the thought.

Minutes later, Bjorn was leaning against a tower archway overlooking the palace courtyard, awaiting his prince. Footsteps echoed through the stone corridor, and a cloak bustled around a corner. Aldric’s angular features were illuminated by the setting sun, his lustrous hair flowing free over his shoulders. He sauntered up to Bjorn, not stopping until their chests brushed. His breath was hot against Bjorn’s neck as he whispered:

“Commander… you’ve been fighting too valiantly of late. I thought a reward was in order.”

Bjorn swallowed hard, a bead of sweat trickling down his brow. “A great honor, my prince.”

Aldric’s deft fingers went to the fastenings of Bjorn’s armor, undoing buckles and straps with practiced ease until the young man’s broad chest was bare. Aldric dragged his fingertips over the planes and valleys of muscle, admiring the artwork of battle scars, while Bjorn groaned low in his throat.

“Such a specimen,” Aldric purred, dropping a scaling kiss to Bjorn’s shoulder.

Bjorn’s grip tightened on the stone wall behind him, nails biting into the mortar. “Sire, I…”

“Shhh,” Aldric hushed, pressing two fingertips to Bjorn’s lips. “No words. Only this.”

He dropped to his knees on the cold stone, tugging at Bjorn’s belt and breeches. The warrior’s full manhood sprang free, thick and long and flushed with fervor. Aldric wrapped his fist around the hot silk, pumping with a steady rhythm as Bjorn threw his head back with a moan.

There were scuffed boots on the steps leading out to the courtyard. Bjorn snapped his head up, afraid of being caught in such compromising circumstances. Aldric glanced over his shoulder, an impish grin playing at his lips. He turned back to the throbbing member in his hand, never breaking rhythm, and flicked his tongue across the dripping tip.

Bjorn almost bucked out of his skin. “S-sire!” he hissed. “The… the soldiers!”

“They’re busy,” Aldric rasped around Bjorn’s girth. “Too busy to worry about what the prince gets up to.”

He took Bjorn deeper, swirling his tongue around the shaft, suckling reverently at the swollen crown. Bjorn was white-knuckling the wall, eyes squeezing shut against the rapture ripping through his body, toes curling in his boots. Aldric bobbed his head with increased fervor, another hand palming Bjorn’s heavy balls.

The young warrior’s breath was ragged, chest heaving, as impending climax built within him. Aldric drew back, spitting into his palm and stroking the tortured flesh with renewed passion. He looked up at Bjorn, golden eyes smoldering with desire, and whispered:

“Give it to me, Commander. I want to taste your divine seed.”

Bjorn snarled like a beast, one hand fisting in Aldric’s hair as the other clamped over his mouth to stifle the cry of completion. His shaft jerked and pulsed in Aldric’s grip, painting the prince’s face with ribbons of milky release.

Aldric released him gently,holstering his still-hard manhood and retrieving his discarded clothing. “That was a good meeting, Commander,” he said with a smirk. “You’ve done well serving your prince. Carry on.”

He turned on his heel, cloak whipping behind him, and strode off into the palace. Bjorn sagged against the wall, chest heaving, hazy with afterglow. It was just one more filthy little secret between the royal prince and his lusty commander.