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King or Duke?
by Pirate Turner
He watched him walk with feline grace. His furry hips swung seductively from side to side as he twirled his long tail in one paw. His heart beat ever faster watching him until it pounded a maddening rhythm in his head, one that demanded that he reach out and take him there on the spot, which, of course, he could never freely do while in the Emerald City.
He sighed deeply and longingly. His prance exuded grace, power, strength, sensuality . . . everything a King should be. He was indeed a King, the King of his heart. His dark eyes flitted nervously to the man who held an axe beside him, shining and shimmering in all his seductive glory, a man whose quiet strength, gentle touches, and passionate kisses also beset his lithe body with delicious trembles.
Or was the Lion merely the Duke? Oh, if he only had a brain, the Scarecrow lamented woefully as he glanced between his two lovers, maybe he could figure it out!
The End