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The Prince in the Garden of Eden #1
by Catnappe
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Clad only with a leash that attached to a collar around his neck Gohan came out into the clearing where the lavender haired master sat. His Master lowered the leg he had crossed, so he sat with both feet touching the soft green grass. Between Gohan’s toes the blades were cool with the encroaching evening. Next to Trunks’ elegant chair sat a wicker basket with handle.
Trunks’ Adam’s Apple bobbed just above his cravat before he requested, “Come here Prince, and sit on my lap.”
The backs of Gohan’s thighs tingled in anticipation of rubbing against the rich fabric that stretched over his lavender-haired Master’s muscular legs. Setting down the bell, Master Trunks patted his lap, and nodded. Anticipation of sitting on his master’s lap drove Gohan to quickly pad through the grass with bare feet and lower himself to sit on the lavender-haired Saiyan’s thighs.
“Indeed, you look exquisite, slave,” Trunks purred into his ear as Gohan shifted on the hard muscles that tensed under his. Slender fingers combed through his short hair and stroked his scalp. Then Trunks adjusted the collar around Gohan’s neck, giving it a tug that jingled the tags.
“Master, it pleases me to be your pony,” Gohan whispered, tossing his head as his skin tingled. Around his neck the collar and its metal ring that hooked it together with the leash were still cool, his flesh not having warmed it up.
Trunks’ Adam’s Apple bobbed just above his cravat before he requested, “Come here Prince, and sit on my lap.”
The backs of Gohan’s thighs tingled in anticipation of rubbing against the rich fabric that stretched over his lavender-haired Master’s muscular legs. Setting down the bell, Master Trunks patted his lap, and nodded. Anticipation of sitting on his master’s lap drove Gohan to quickly pad through the grass with bare feet and lower himself to sit on the lavender-haired Saiyan’s thighs.
“Indeed, you look exquisite, slave,” Trunks purred into his ear as Gohan shifted on the hard muscles that tensed under his. Slender fingers combed through his short hair and stroked his scalp. Then Trunks adjusted the collar around Gohan’s neck, giving it a tug that jingled the tags.
“Master, it pleases me to be your pony,” Gohan whispered, tossing his head as his skin tingled. Around his neck the collar and its metal ring that hooked it together with the leash were still cool, his flesh not having warmed it up.
