The Sensory Animals of Ston Hill

Grace got what she wanted from Her Majesty, and Her Majesty got what she wanted from him.

His Majesty's hand finally got Grace's permission to really touch his small organs, not through the skirt - but the skirt was not fully lifted, and it still protected his most private parts.Grace only allowed His Majesty to touch him with his hand, but he couldn't look at it yet. He couldn't stand people staring at him, and didn't want to imagine what kind of expression they would show when they saw him.

His Majesty the King graciously accepted his successive requests in this regard.

The way His Majesty stroked his lower body was very gentle, much like the meticulous comfort of a doctor when he treated his wife's leg gout.His fingers circled his small genitals twice, and His Majesty asked him: "Have you developed it here? I mean, it has always been this big compared to when you were a child, or..."

Grace lifted the hem of the skirt to her thighs, closed her eyes, pursed her lips, and shook her head quickly twice.His breathing became a little unsteady, and his face turned red, both because of shame and anger, but also because of irresistible pleasure.

His Majesty's hand moved back slightly to rub his scrotum, rubbing it left and right as if trying to distinguish something.Grace's legs were weak from his touch, and she quickly leaned against the wall behind her, and let out a groan.

After hearing his voice, His Majesty raised his eyebrows in satisfaction, and asked him in a low voice: "You told me that you can ejaculate..."

Grace nodded pantingly, blushing even more.

"Can I see it?"

Grace shook her head quickly.

His Majesty leaned against his body and whispered in his ear: "I don't look at your place, I only look at what you shoot, is that okay?"

Grace thought, Is this one of His Majesty's special interests?

His Majesty rubbed his foreskin down carefully as if doing delicate manual work, and then lightly raised it on the tender bud protruding from his head.Grace immediately trembled all over, and ejaculated not long after, all of which were caught by His Majesty's hand.

His Majesty took his hand out of his skirt, stared at the puddle of diluted milk in his palm, and put it in front of his nose to smell it.Just when Grace was worried that he would do something more outrageous, His Majesty stuck out his tongue and licked a little, then put it into his mouth without changing his expression, tasting the taste.

Grace leaned against the wall, his skirt fell down, and he returned to a clean, tidy, and even dignified good girl, with no abnormality between her legs, nor the lewdness just now.He watched King Louis taste his in silence... He didn't even know if the stuff coming out of his body could be called "semen".

This was the first time, the physical pleasure failed to bring him spiritual happiness, but engulfed him with more intense sadness after the brief pleasure.

His Majesty noticed his depression, and asked him in a low voice: "What's wrong with you? Why are you so melancholy? Don't you like this kind of joy? Because you are devout, or are you afraid of God's punishment?"

Grace cheered up and looked at him with wet green eyes: "Your Majesty, I'm not afraid. Everyone is guilty. If we don't do anything because we are afraid of God's punishment, then we don't do anything. I'm just wondering, Am I sick, or disabled? I've been trying to figure this out..."

In fact, he felt that when His Majesty just mentioned the word "pious", he was mocking in his heart, but he didn't dare to take risks, and tried to pretend to be pious, "The Lord told Aaron that no one with a disability should come near... When I walked into the church and looked up at the statue of Jesus crucified on the cross, I didn’t dare to get close to it, and I didn’t dare to go forward during the mass, for fear that my disability would defile the sanctuary... I grew up so old that I didn’t even know about the Eucharist What does it taste like..."

King Louis was moved by him, and couldn't help sighing: "Little poor boy, you have suffered a lot. You are not disabled, you are just sick."

The king told him that it was because his testicles were too small that he could not undergo some changes at the age that other boys should have. "You are lucky, some boys even grow extra breast."

Grace imagined her plump breasts, and couldn't help shivering, and quickly asked, "Is it because they ate too many mung beans?"

"What mung beans?"

Grace introduced the unpalatable mung beans from Sophie's hometown to His Majesty, saying that she used to eat them every day.

His Majesty laughed exaggeratedly after listening, "I've never heard of such a thing!"

Grace was very surprised, and quickly asked: "Isn't it because others ate too many mung beans?"

His Majesty seemed too amused by him, smiled and shook his head, "I've seen all kinds of people, some were born, some were injured, but I've never heard of anyone who ate something wrong!"

Grace was stunned, completely confused about what happened. Could it be that he had been blaming his mother and Sophie all along?

His Majesty added, "If you haven't been wounded here like Mr. Faranelli, you are in the category of congenital diseases."

Grace asked him blankly: "How do you know so much?"

"Oh, a doctor told me he's good at it."

doctor?Grace suddenly had hope, and asked eagerly, "Where is that doctor? Can I ask him to treat me?"

His Majesty shook his head with regret and pity, but Grace felt that his feelings were not for the doctor, "The poor man has passed away."

Grace was disappointed, but she was not discouraged, and continued to ask: "Then does he have any assistants or students?"

His Majesty still shook his head.

"But... since it is an illness, there must always be a doctor who can find a way."

His Majesty's tone seemed a little cold, "Your illness cannot be cured, even if the doctor survives, it will be useless. Why let extra people know?"

Only now did Grace remember to see His Majesty's face, but it was impossible to tell from that pale and cold face whether the doctor died by herself or was killed by someone.

"Why are you wearing a skirt again? Did your mother tell you to do it?" His Majesty asked him curiously.

Grace nodded.

His Majesty laughed exaggeratedly again, "It seems that families with a little bit of money will inevitably be like this. Boys will die for various reasons."

Grace didn't want to speak ill of his wife in front of him, so she didn't say anything.

"And your mother? If you like, I can prepare a room for her in the palace."

"My mother...she died a long time ago."

His Majesty took Grace to look at the tulips in the front yard, and met the Marquis who had just got off the carriage.

His Majesty recognized his minister, and shouted in surprise: "Marquis Nakoren? What are you doing here?" He was a little displeased because he didn't like being disturbed, and he didn't like being leaked.

The Marquis ran up to the king with his fat belly, shouted "Your Majesty", and said: "I am here to find my daughter! I accidentally left her here 18 years ago, and now I want to get her back !"

His Majesty asked enthusiastically: "Daughter? Who?" He turned his head to look at the movement behind him. The hostess of the villa was rushing out the door with the help of the young captain. Lace also looked surprised.Even they themselves didn't know the Marquis would come!

His Majesty the King, who is obsessed with drama, suddenly raised his voice, and asked him in a calm manner as if performing on a stage: "Is your daughter's name 'Grace'?"

"Exactly the name, Your Majesty!"

King Louis looked at Grace, who was already stunned, and then at the Marquis of Nacolon, disgusted with his swollen and red face and huge belly.The idea is a good idea, but it's a pity that the Marquis is too ugly to be Grace's biological father.

He suddenly raised his hand to take off the Marquis's wig, and everyone let out a low cry, and the Marquis even covered the top of his head with his thinning hair with his hands in a panic, but there were still a few strands of soft golden hair floating out from between his fingers.

Satisfied, His Majesty praised the Marquis for his "good hair", and finally agreed to return the wig to him.