"No!" Prince Ron shouted for the fifteenth time as he scrubbed himself up in the pool in Zedekiel's bathroom. "Stay outside. I'll be done soon!"
He heard Zedekiel groan. "Can't I just come in and help you? I do need to take a bath too. I'm covered in dirt and blood."
"No!" Prince Ron called out once again. "You'll have your turn!"
Sheesh. Couldn't the Elf just wait a bit? Besides, he had dried cum all over his thighs and he didn't want his beloved to see. His face went hot as he recalled the way he came from just a kiss. He used to think had a lot of stamina and was excited for sex but now it turned out that he didn't.
It was just one kiss and he let himself go. His eyes went wide as different questions began to pool into his mind.
Was his stamina that weak? Did that mean he wouldn't be able to last long in bed? Would he be able to satisfy his beloved?