Lord Fawn, Gentle Son of Tham

You decide to meet with Lord Fawn, the son of Tham, one of the council of rulers of Ponnux, a small nation directly to your south. You were surprised to find that you had male suitors at all, considering how valuable procreation is amongst lords, but you understand that tall people have their preferences, as you yourself do. You've never thought of marrying or bedding a man before, but perhaps that is shortsighted on your part. A person's gender should not determine their viability for rule or for partnership -- and acquiring an ally from Ponnux would be no small boon.

You are surprised to find that Lord Fawn is as meek as his name might suggest. He presses open the door to your throne room, left purposefully empty of guards or staff, and it takes him two tries to open the door. He is a short, thin man, veritably the size of a teenager -- which you suppose he likely still is, at the age of eighteen, just as you are. He wears simple clothes, a thin white shirt over brown, working leggings -- though you are aware that all from Ponnux dress meekly.

"Come forward, Lord Fawn," you say. He takes a small step forward, still maintaining a great distance between the two of you. "What say you as for the benefits of accepting you as my partner? My king or queen, as you would be?"

"My prince..." Lord Fawn spoke meekly, so quietly you have to lean in to hear what he's saying. "I am wise and well-tempered, with many years of study into the realms and their ongoings. My family is very influential in the south, a region your crown has little influence over, and I would like to share my wisdom and influence with you."

"All very well," you say. "Though may I inquire as to why you are here, in place of your sister? One who could provide me with an heir?"

"My prince..." Lord Fawn said. "My lady sister has accompanied me, but she is of a persuasion that prefers... the fairer sex. There are askance few men that please her, and in case you did not suite her preferences, she allowed me to speak with you first. I am... less picky when it comes to my choice of partners."

You take in his information and his tone with a little curiosity. The way he speaks leads you to believe... You gaze into the eyes of the boy, using your magic to compel the truth from him.

"Tell me, Lord Fawn, are you one of the few men that please your sister?" You ask.

"My prince..." His tone suggests he is about to deny it, but then he says, "Of course I am a favorite among her play things, my lord. There is little use for me, at my size, beyond being a seat to a woman like her. Wouldn't you agree?"

"I suppose I might," you answer, trying not to laugh at the poor boy for being so dominated by his sister. "What size are you referring to?"

"My prince..." Lord Fawn said, lowering the hem of his pants to reveal to you the smallest, little cock you've ever seen in your life. You realize that he has been sporting an erection this whole time, but at his meager two inches, he failed to even make an imprint on the pants he had been wearing. Still, his cute little cock gets a rise from your own; you have a sudden desire to place them side by side in comparison, to prove to Lord Fawn just how small he truly is... "But some find this size pleasing," he offered. "And I have learned a great many skills to compensate with mouth and taint."

"Is that so?" You ask. "Perhaps you would be willing to demonstrate such skills to your prince. Or shall we call your sister in as well? Would you prefer to have her watch as your prince humiliates you?"

You watch as a small drip of precum leaks from the tip of his tiny cock. Even your words seem to be enough to stimulate him; you realize quickly that Lord Fawn perhaps enjoys such derision.

"I will... allow my prince to decide," Lord Fawn says. "If he believes it will help him determine whether I or my sister might prove to be a suitable partner." His eyes are fixed to the bulge of your robe; he seems almost entirely unable to look away. You pause, wondering the best way forward. Would you like to take advantage of this boy and his small cock in isolation and privacy? Dominating his cock with your own? Or would you like to turn his shame into an incestual threesome, with his sister who's spent a lifetime showing him his place?