<span style="font-size: 12px">Cyrus couldnt help the groan that fell from his mouth as he felt Pan withdrawing from him, his length twitched at his lips released with a pop. A heavy breath drawled from him, looking down with his feet still firmly planted in the sand. As Pan leaned back, his hand released it's grip on his hair and then there he was wrapping his arm around his neck. <i>King. </i> He stiffled an amused laugh, he knew Pan wouldn't leave his prince comment ignored.  He took that kiss, his hand brushing up Pan's side touching his skin with the faintest of caresses.  <i>Come with me. </i>It was then his eyes slightly narrowed and he clenched his jaw. <i>Why </i>did that sound like an invitation to flying. He wasn't a fan. It seemed there was no choice as his pants were set back in place in a swift tug. <br/>
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With a grunt, his arm wrapped around Pan's middle, his eyes narrowed into golden slits. He felt the rain pelt his exposed back more, his soaked shirt left forgotten at the beach. So he buried his head into Pan's neck, not to hide, but to taste his flesh. His teeth grazed his skin in retaliation as his lips took hold. He was not gentle as he took his skin into his mouth, sucking. By the time they landed, Pan would have a nice painfully bright spot in the crook of his neck, a winning grin of amusement on Cyrus. His feet touched the ground, out of the corner of his eye he saw a set of soaked clothing hung over the railing...they weren't doing much good there. A slow trail of smoke was coming from deep beneath a large tooted tree, no doubt the others were cooking a feast. Right, he had been hungry...hadn't he, but now he had another hunger that was in need of satisfying.  <br/>
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Cyrus wanted to shove Pan they way he was being moved. A growl coming from him as he was ushered inside. So much warmer and dryer as he felt his back press against the door, his lips on Pan's once again. His hands gripped the hips before him, feeling them bare as his own pants were pushed down once again. He was able to lean his weight into the door as Pan took to his knees again, his head leaning back as he started to pant. Try as he might to holding anything back, in the end it didnt work...Pan usually won.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ffa64d"> "Gah..."</span> A gasp of pleasure as his hard cock made its way down the other males throat, he felt the tickle of his nose against him.<br/>
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Cyrus would give no warning as his length throbbed, his golden eyes opening lazily as he unloaded a salty stream into him. His hand held the top of his head, his hips pushed against him...that was until he noticed a pair of garments hanging in a small doorway across the room. Where those...Tori's? His hand yanked Pan's head back, a groan at the feel of his length sliding out, to finish it off a bit of his cum graced his lips and cheek. Cyrus glanced back down, she couldn't have been running around naked...<br/>
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His hand left the male's hair and he ran a finger over Pan's lip. <span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ffa64d">"You've got some new trophies I see.."</span> He tested. Something inside him coiled, there it was that jelousy. But how was he suppose to know that Pan had yet to do anything with the women? Cyrus knew how Pan was...taking things for himself, when he wanted and where he wanted. Shouldn't Cyrus be able to do the same? Hell yes. <br/>
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Ecko was on her second acorn full of wine and oh was it delish! Her tiny feet danced across the wooden table as food was being eaten. She found herself in a fit of giggles telling a story of a silly animal getting stuck in a trap. That was until one of the Lost Boys stopped her by lightly putting his finger on her head. <span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff9999">"What you mean ah animal? We could be cooking it!"</span> He explained as she grinned shaking her head laughing as dust fluttered in a sparkly cloud around her. They were fools...did she animal? Nortan's eyes widened.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#9999ff"> "Are you talking about Tori! Its raining a storm out there! Why didnt you say something sooner!"</span> He stood up as Ecko slyly grinned, her tiny shoukders shrugging.<br/>
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She cursed the wine as she drank more. She wouldn't have said a thing if the wine hadn't been so good!<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#99ffcc"> "Ah I bet she looks like a soaken badger!"</span> Another male crooned with a laugh.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#9999ff"> "Let's go save her!"</span> Nortan and a small group of three others took it suddenly as a game. <span class="fixed-color" style="color:#b30000">"Save the princess!"</span> They cheered, weapons were grabbed, swigs of wine taken as Nortan selected a roasted leg of some animal that had been hunted and bit into it. Off they scampered into the rain.<br/>
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Ecko rolled her eye, a few of the others looking slightly amused before going back to eating. <i>Oh poor Tori. </i>Ecko thought as she picked up a small bean and held it in two hands before eating. She hoped they brought her down roughtly, she was up there mighty high with little to wear, she was probably soaked to the bone by now!</span>