Vaid Empire: Conquest
Chapter 58
20th of Thriduin, 13 AVE.
Kingdom of Spirexia, Between Prismi and Spiri.
Irith moaned as she felt him finish.
Behind, kneeling upon their bed, Dominax remained firmly pressed against her for several seconds. Then, pulling himself free of her rump, he allowed the last few gushes of his seed to coat her lower lips in heavy spurts.
She fought to calm her ragged breaths, remaining still as she felt her mate’s viscous liquid leaking from her rear. It poured down, flowing over the entrance of her womanhood.
Dominax granted her a final satisfied spank before lying down, his head turning to appreciate the sight. “Careful,” he warned, watching as she reached between her thighs.
A chuckle was all she gave in reply, keenly aware of his dangerously high potency. Her fingers gently caressed her loins, cautious to avoid pushing his seed inside despite her craving.
“Your holiness!” the voice of a guard called from the command room, echoing through the fabric of the tent. “The Grand Imperial Architect Lalian to see you!”
“Enter!” Dominax’s powerful voice shot back without hesitation.
Irith moved back until she was kneeling. “My love, perhaps we should-“
Lalian pulled aside the fabric entrance of their quarters, stepping inside. He instinctively straightened with respect before his green eyes fell upon the royal couple, widening. “I…oh dear…I…apologize for the intrusion, my lady.”
“No need, my friend.” Dominax smiled as he sat up, doing nothing to conceal himself as Irith pulled the thin sheets around her leaking form. It was far too late, however, as the Lanthian had seen more than his fair share. “There is no shame between us.”
Lalian swallowed, gripping the edge of his cloak nervously while his other hand fiddled with a message cylinder. “Of course, your majesty.”
“How have you taken to your new title?” Dominax asked as he stood up. Slowly, he crossed the room to grab a white shroud, throwing it to drape over his shoulders.
Pulling his eyes from Irith’s slightly embarrassed form, Lalian allowed a genuine smile to brighten his face. “It’s quite generous. Thank you, Master.”
Dominax granted him a disapproving glance as he sat down at the desk beside the bed. “Master? As I’ve said, my friend, you’ve more than earned your freedom from such a title. Now come. Sit, and we may discuss whatever has brought you here at this hour.”
Lalian obeyed with a gracious nod, doing his best to refrain from trembling as he placed the cylinder upon the desk. He knew what he must request, yet the necessity of his decision made it no easier. “A ranidon arrived an hour ago, your holiness. It bears Vixin‘s royal seal.” A thought of the small floating creature tugged at his mind, almost wishing it had never arrived.
“And you’ve waited until now to bring it to my attention?”
Irith moved closer, her grip on the sheet wrapped around her easing as her initial surprise faded. She allowed it to loosen as she relaxed, the fabric parting to reveal the valley between her round breasts. “My love, I can go see to the children if you desire to discuss this alone. It’s nearly time to prepare them for bed.”
Dominax waved aside her comment. “No need. Secrecy holds no place between us. Now, tell me Lalian, what news does my daughter send?”
The green man nervously tapped the cap of the cylinder, his thoughts replaying what he’d soon say. “She speaks of a prisoner that has recently fallen into her possession. A…scout, my lord. A scout from The Lanthian Empire.”
“A Lanthian?” Dominax asked, dark interest suddenly claiming his gaze. He slowly took the message cylinder from his advisor, opening it. “And what do your former mistresses seek, exactly?”
Lalian quickly concealed a shudder, clasping his hands in his lap. “She didn’t provide sufficient information to devise any reasonable conclusion. Truthfully, my lord…it appears they’ve yet to even locate a translator, hence her message.”
Frowning, Dominax began to read the symbols etched into each stick inside the cylinder, his displeasure growing with each second. When he had finished, he allowed the cylinder to fall to the desk with a light thud. “This is hardly the time to find an enemy to the south. If they prod our lands, I’d like to know every detail of their intentions.”
Irith draped her legs over the side of the bed, the sheet concealing only the very top of her thighs. She moved her hand between her legs, holding herself as she continued to leak. “They’ll surely know that trespassing in empire territory shall provoke your wrath. If they seek war, we won’t be able to defend against the north and south at once. Not now, when the majority of our forces are here in Spirexia.”
“That isn’t a certainty, my lady,” Lalian replied politely. A deep green claimed his cheeks as she did little to stop the shoulder of her sheet from sliding down her smooth skin, revealing her breast. “They…it’s possible they merely seek to assess our capabilities. The Lanthian Empire rarely seeks war without cause, yet they cannot ignore the threat growing along their border.”
Dominax leaned back in thought as he stroked his short beard. “Their concern is premature.”
Lalian nodded, forcing his attention from Irith. “Indeed, though they are known to be quite a cautious species.”
“They?” Dominax raised a brow, only to chuckle as he attempted to ease the spike of emotion in Lalian’s features. “Calm yourself, my friend. You’re more human now in any case.”
The comment flared a smile to return to his green face, only for it to fade as he prepared for his request. “Thank you, though I’m afraid I may be the most qualified to interrogate Vixin’s prisoner.”
Dominax shook his head in outright dismissal. “You’re far too valuable here, Lalian. I would not return my most skilled translator to Domani while we near victory. Another can be found to speak the Lanthian tongue.”
“Yet I know their ways best,” Lalian insisted. “Their traditions, the general mindset of their population. It’s uncertain how long we must wait to discover a Lanthian translator more adept than a simple trader, yet one may be found quickly to speak the northern human tongue here. It’s the logical choice, your majesty.”
“Ah, but I cannot trust another translator with my every word as I do you.”
Irith’s elegant accent broke into the debate. “I shall be your translator, my love. Who else could you trust more than I?”
Dominax frowned. “Trust, yes, but what of his mind? Your insight into your former homeland is invaluable, yet one would be foolish to send away a skilled advisor. He cannot go, yet I may send word to bring the prisoner here instead.”
“No,” Lalian abruptly cut in. “Apologies, your holiness. I…if you recall Vixin’s message, she speaks of the deaths of two accompanying prisoners. I can confirm that Lanthian scouts are instructed to end their own lives upon capture, else they risk revealing information under torture. Why this one refrained from doing so…I cannot yet say, though transporting her shall only offer her opportunities to alter that decision. It’s simply FAR too dangerous.”
“Then we allow Vixin time to deal with this development on her own,” Dominax replied firmly. “You know better than most just how far my influence stretches. A translator shall be found for her, and I’ll hear no further talk of this.”
For a long moment Lalian didn’t reply, instead fidgeting with his cloak as his mind worked. In the end, he decided that honesty would serve him best. “You’re correct…your holiness, in that sending me away would not be the best usage of my skills. However, if I’ve earned the right to ask a favor of you, I’d see it used now. In this.”
Curiosity claimed The God Emperor’s silver eyes as he leaned forward. “Ah. A favor. I suppose this isn’t merely a discussion of who is best equipped to translate, then.”
Lalian opened his mouth to speak, only to pause and start again. “I hold a personal interest in this, your holiness.”
“Enlighten me.”
Hesitant, the green advisor looked to Irith, finding curious eyes of her own. “The scout is a Lanthian. I’d like to speak to her myself.”
Irith tilted her head slightly. “For what purpose?”
“Information, my lady,” the half-truth came forth uneasily from his green lips. “Information, and…peace.”
“Peace,” Dominax repeated as if tasting the word. “I know little of what peace this prisoner could offer you.”
Lalian’s slim body tensed under his ruler’s piercing gaze. “May I speak plainly?”
“I expect you to.”
“Very well,” he replied, choosing his words carefully. “I…can make no prediction of what I’ll discover when, or if we speak. The females of my species are cruel, your holiness. They have a way of…” He gestured with his hands, unable to find the word. “They…you know the rumors of my former mistresses. I don’t intend to meet this prisoner with cruelty of my own…simply to talk, to-“
“You’re saying very little, Lalian,” Irith broke in gently. “We don’t understand.”
“No, I suppose you don’t. Apologies, I never thought this would occur. I should have, of course, though this…this is a singular quandary,” he replied before pausing. “I don’t hold the words for something like this, so instead I’ll make a request out of mere trust. You named me friend, and I you. Please, if that still holds true, allow me to return to The Capital.”
The God Emperor studied his face, considering his words before standing up. He began to pace, hands clasped behind his back. “I don’t enjoy being placed in this position.”
Lalian rose to join him on his feet. “Nor do I particularly enjoy asking. If it were any less important, I would not.” He hesitated, deciding on a gamble. “Please, Dominax.”
Gritting his teeth in rare frustration, Dominax sighed before turning to face him once more. “The journey home is dangerous. You’ll be required to remain with your guards at all times. Am I clear?”
“Then…I may return?”
He waved his hand in annoyance. “Go, find whatever it is you seek with this prisoner. You’ve earned that freedom at least. Perhaps she’ll even prove useful against The Lanthian Empire. Perhaps not. Either way, I shall name your actions treasonous if you allow yourself to be harmed.”
Lalian rushed forward, lowering himself to his knees, only to rise once more after an expression of disapproval from The God Emperor. “Thank you, your holiness,” he said, his words trembling with relief. “Thank you, my friend.”
25th of Thriduin, 13 AVE.
Domani, Capital of The Vaid Empire.
“What is the purpose of this?” Vixin asked, feeling the damp air of the dungeon chamber.
Beside her, Rosila strolled along the rear of the rectangular chamber, running her hand along the many interrogation tables placed side by side. “Training. What else?”
Her mistress’s grin did little to calm her misgivings as she took in the sight of her surroundings. Upon each of the ten tables, restrained tightly and bare of any clothing, waited a variety of anxious men.
“I’ve been very pleased to see how you’ve handled yourself these past months, little princess. The reports I’ve sent to your father have demonstrated just how well you’ve adapted to his throne,” Rosila explained with pride.
“Reports?” Vixin questioned, only to release an annoyed sigh. She shouldn’t be surprised.
“It’s clear that you require no further instruction regarding The Empire’s laws, though you’ve only just begun to dip your toes into other aspects of our duties.” She gestured to the bound men.
Mouths gagged with the new Slinion silk, their searching eyes appeared to plead with their princess. She sensed their fear, their anticipation, their…curiosity. “Dip my toes? I’ve done far more than that.”
Her chuckle echoed off the stone walls of the chamber, one of countless buried beneath The Grand Pyramid. “Oh, I’m quite aware, little princess. I’ve tortured that perfect treasure between your legs often enough to make you acquainted with your limits. You understand how your body reacts to pleasure, and how it withstands denial. Everything you’ve endured has granted you knowledge of yourself, yet what of others?”
A light blush reddened Vixin’s pretty cheeks, yet she maintained her composure. “I’m hardly a virgin, mistress, and I doubt these men need to hear such words.”
“Oh, they’ll hear and see FAR worse by the time we’re done here,” Rosila replied, running her hand over the silky gag of the nearest man. He squirmed under her touch, yet his eyes remained on her bare chest. “Still, you aren’t entirely wrong. I’ve heard that you’ve grown familiar with your father’s harem. A good start, I’d say.”
Vixin clasped her hands together, attempting to retain her confident stance. “I…he granted me permission to-“
“Don’t explain yourself. As I said, it’s a start. Knowledge of the female form will serve you well, yet what of men? Tell me, little princess, have you taken any other male lover than your…first?” Rosila allowed the question to linger, eying the men. “I’d name the father of your children, though these slaves wouldn’t enjoy the consequences. We’d have to pull out their tongues.”
A flush of embarrassment claimed her, causing her silver eyes to narrow. Reluctantly she shook her head. “Aside from the men you forced me to kneel before…I’ve taken no one else.”
“Then your training has only just begun,” Rosila said with a teasing chuckle. She strolled between the interrogation tables, running a finger down a bound man’s form. It narrowly missed his groin, causing his waiting manhood to twitch. “Come closer, and we’ll begin.”
Masking her nervousness, she stepped closer, maneuvering to her mistress’s side. “What would you have me do, then? Lay with these men? Where’s the cruel trick? The twist?”
“My, you’ve become quite weary of me!” Rosila laughed, placing her hand onto the man’s thigh. “I won’t deny that I’ve been…overzealous in your training. For today, however, the game is quite simple. Watch, and obey my instructions.”
Vixin remained still as her mentor began to caress the bound man, her hand searching seductively. She heard a muffled moan as it found his cock, requiring mere moments to bring him to his full hardness.
“Good boy,” Rosila mocked before turning her head to Vixin, her hand continuing to stroke. “They’re all very eager for your lesson today.”
“They appear…nervous, mistress,” Vixin replied.
“They should. They don’t know what their punishment will be,” she stated plainly. “You don’t merely see generous volunteers seeking to assist their princess’s education, but rather, disobedient slaves. They’ve each committed minor infractions. Nothing too severe, of course.”
“And we reward their disobedience?” Vixin asked, watching the moving hand closely.
“Do we truly?” Rosila asked, moving faster. She stroked up and down, forcing the man’s hips to lightly buck before…she abruptly pulled away and allowed him to tense up. He strained, his manhood twitching hard as it stayed just at the brink of climax. Then, with a groan, he eased in defeat. “Aww, so close. These men may have expected the punishment of a whip, though they’ll find that my touch can nearly be as cruel.”
Vixin’s eyes sparkled with interest, feeling the hint of a warmth between her thighs at the display. She remembered her own nights of bound denial, feeling an odd sensation at being on the other end. “We’re…going to deny them?”
“Not nearly as long as I tortured you,” she chuckled, flicking the man’s sensitive tip. “Only until you’ve demonstrated your understanding. Now, it’s your turn.”
With a gesture from her mistress, Vixin cautiously reached out. She took hold of the man’s erection, easing her grip at Rosila’s instruction. Then, with only a lingering remnant of hesitation, she obeyed.
The man groaned as she began to stroke him, her nimble fingers sliding up and down. Rosila occasionally corrected her pace and positioning, showing where best to touch. Vixin pumped up and down, milking his cock until she felt him begin to quiver.
“Almost…just a bit more…” the older woman commanded. “And…there!”
Vixin pulled away at her instruction, watching the man buck. He strained against his bindings, only to groan in frustration as his orgasm slipped from his reach. The display incited a spark of arousal within her, knowing she had denied him by her own hand.
“Good, though you can do better. Pay closer attention, and his body will tell you all you need to know. You can push him closer to the edge than that,” Rosila explained. She paused, considering the weight of her next words. “The God Emperor has instructed me to remind you to use your senses. I’ll be of very little help in guiding you to develop your powers further, yet if you practice, you’ll learn to utilize them to anticipate your lover’s pleasure far deeper than I could ever manage. Now, again!”
Vixin obeyed. Taking his cock, she resumed her movements, slowly stroking up and down. Not entirely inexperienced, she realized that everything she knew about male lovers stemmed from her father, remembering the nights they had shared. The thought coaxed her lust further, and she began to increase her speed.
The man pulled at his restraints, unable to move more than an inch. To see him squirm, knowing he was entirely at her mercy filled Vixin with a deep interest that partially disturbed her. How many nights had she been in his place? How many hours had her mistress spent bringing her to her limit, only to pull away? She understood the frustration he must be feeling more than most, yet why did it excite her?
Rosila offered minor corrections, only adjusting her when necessary. When the moment arrived to pull her hand away, she remained silent, allowing Vixin to use her judgment.
The princess sensed his arousal, building within his loins until it threatened to overtake him. She sensed his orgasm approaching, stroking him closer and closer until…
A deep groan was muffled by his gag, his hips attempting to push against a hand that was no longer there. He struggled in vain, only to whimper in defeat.
“Well done!” Rosila praised her, reaching down to grant her a firm spank. She chuckled at Vixin’s surprise, only to reach over and commandeer her work. “We’re through with this one. Watch closely, little princess, as I grant him a reward.”
The man moaned at her touch, not quite recovered from his previous denial. It took mere moments for him to reach his limit, releasing a whine of joy as he realized she was pushing him over the edge. Yet, to his horror, he felt her hand leave his cock once again just before his seed began to pour forth in thick ropes. He squirmed, desperate for stimulation.
“Opps…” Rosila grinned sadistically. “Did I stop too soon?”
Vixin watched the man struggle, feeling herself growing wet at the sight of his ruined orgasm. She sensed his frustration at having his pleasure abruptly cut off, watching his sperm dribble down his shaft. “Mistress, there was no need to torment him.”
“Oh? You’re about to do the same,” she commanded, gesturing to the next waiting man. The sight of his companion’s ordeal had hardened his own erection, standing in anticipation. “Do exactly as I did.”
Biting her lip as she concealed her lust, Vixin reached down to wrap her royal hand around his shaft. She heard his muffled moans, sensed his building desire, and knew how it must end.
His body jerked as she pulled away, her thighs clenching in lust as she watched his unsatisfying orgasm. No longer was she the one to be bound, denied, ruined. She was the tormentor, fearful of the excitement it brought her.
“Good girl. Now, demonstrate how that pretty mouth of yours isn’t only used to scowl at me,” Rosila teased, guiding her to the next. “Your…’lover’ tells me how well you already use it. Show me.”
Vixin blushed harder, looking down at the waiting cock. “Does my father truly approve of an imperial princess pleasuring a slave with her-“
“Be it a slave or a king, he cares little so long as you learn. Such is the duty of a Sage, though I doubt duty is the source of the lust in your eyes,” Rosila said, receiving a glare she knew was false. “Now, Vixin. It’s cruel to keep a cock this large waiting long.”
She attempted to look ashamed, nearly wanting to argue a fact she knew was true. Instead, she felt only a deeper tingle of lust as she lowered her head submissively. Her pretty lips touched the man’s tip, gently allowing him to slide inside.
“That’s quite deep, though I suppose I shouldn’t be surprised. I know all too well how large your lover is,” Rosila teased, caressing Vixin’s soft black hair. The secret held within her words lingered as she watched her head bobbing up and down, nearly able to hear the moan that the princess concealed.
She worked her mouth as The God Emperor had taught her, remembering each night she had spent at his side. The tingling within her loins reignited, as if her body begged for him to return.
“Impressive, though you can do better,” Rosila chuckled as Vixin pulled away, watching the man struggle to cum. “Show this one what it means to enjoy the mouth of The God Emperor’s daughter.”
Feeling an instinct to argue, Vixin instead decided to grant her exactly what she wanted. If her mistress desired a show, she’d prove her worth. Her lips parted to accept the slave’s throbbing cock once more, doing her best to move like a seductive huntress. The man groaned into his gag as she attempted to impress, sensing his enjoyment.
A flare of pleasure erupted from his mind, allowing her to sense him easily. It built, and built, until anger and desperate frustration claimed him as she freed his cock from her lips. His tip began to spit, sending a thick spurt of cum across her gorgeous face before she moved away further.
Rosila grabbed her apprentice’s chin softly, turning her face towards her. She took several seconds to appreciate the sight, appearing satisfied. “A fitting look, though you’re far from done. Clean him.”
A blush of humiliation flared upon her cheeks as she felt Rosila guiding her head down once more. An involuntary submissive whine seized the arguments in her throat, forcing her to remain silent as she obeyed.
Though she had ruined his orgasm, his ejaculation had forced a potent amount of sperm from his tip. She began to lick his shaft, tasting him as he squirmed with unquenched arousal. Having sensed his pleasure, she knew just how unsatisfying his climax had been, stopped just as he had crossed his limit. Had she continued to pleasure him, he’d have bucked in ecstasy. Instead, she sensed his unfaded desire for her like a pool within his loins.
Rosila granted her a spank when she was done, guiding her to her next victim. “You know what to do. Delay no further, or I’ll strap you to your own table for the night.”
Vixin scowled at herself as she let slip a moan, unable to hide her emotions. She accepted the new cock without complaint, his slender shaft sliding into her warm embrace.
Rosila instructed her further, offering advice and chiding her when she made mistakes. The man began to cum, yet instead of allowing her to flee as she attempted to before, the older woman placed her hand onto the back of Vixin’s head and held her retreating face near his spurting tip.
She felt his cum slap across her face, narrowly missing her silver eye. The burning between her clenched thighs brightened, demanding her attention as she moved to the next. Again she trained her mouth, denying him. Then her hands, denying him. Back and forth she rotated her methods until the man strained for release, receiving only frustration.
“Very good! Your father will be pleased to see your progress. This is only the first session, however, as we’re not stopping until I’ve made you a goddess of pleasure,” Rosila warned her, moving to the next. “This time, don’t stop until I grant you permission.”
“Permission…” Vixin repeated under her breath, hating being given a command, yet delighting in her submission. She teased her latest toy, her delicate yet deadly fingers creeping up and down his small erection. She coaxed his desire as she listened to her mistress’s instructions, moving to begin stroking him. His enjoyment increased, continuing until they neared the torturous point of no return.
“Don’t stop, little Vixin. Keep him there.”
Her royal hand slowed to an agonizing pace, granting him a stroke, stroke, stroke. The man pushed his hips forward, demanding just the smallest amount more that he required, yet receiving only what little she granted him.
His body began to quiver, her hand keeping him at the very brink for several seconds. Sensing his pleasure, she knew just when to rub him, ensuring he never faded nor achieved his goal. A deep groan was muffled by his gag, his cock throbbing to cum.
Vixin felt a fluttering in her chest, seeing his painful anticipation. A part of her screamed in delight, wanting to keep him denied and desperate for hours as her hand continued. Her lower lips ached at the sight, holding in her own moan as she sensed his mind working to endure.
“That’s adequate. Ruin him, my girl.”
With a grin she hadn’t noticed upon her own soaked lips, she jerked his shaft hard and fast until he arched his back. Pulling away, she clenched her thighs tighter as she watched his ejaculation.
Cum dripped down his short shaft, and as reality returned to her, a wave of shame began to seep through her core as her sadistic grin vanished. She maneuvered towards his head, hesitating before leaning down to grant his cheek a kiss. “I…apologize. You have my gratitude…as your suffering aids my progress.”
Another spank forced a yelp from her apprentice as Rosila frowned. “They’re merely slaves in need of punishment. If anything, your royal touch is the greatest honor they can expect to receive throughout their lives. Now, my girl, it’s time to select your last. A few boys remain untouched, and I’ll allow you to make your own choice. However, it’s time you delve further and take one fully. No hands nor mouth. I want to see you spread those flawless legs of yours.”
Taken aback, Vixin opened her mouth to argue. Her defiant mind searched as her body begged to give in, wanting nothing more than to feel a cock deep within her after so long. “Father approves of this? A slave defiling his daughter?”
Rosila placed her hands onto the princess’s slim waist, biting her lip with arousal. “Oh, he demands it. He believes it’s time you progressed, for the ruler of The Sages shall be required to lay with many.”
“And if they speak of this?” Vixin felt her mentor’s hand sliding down her front, doing nothing to stop her.
Running her fingers between her apprentice’s thighs, feeling her wetness through the fabric of her leotard, Rosila nearly moaned. “They know the price of spreading rumors. Any sensible man shall take this as a secret honor, a memory to pleasure themselves to for the remainder of their lives. In any case, you fear our new northern territories will shun you, yet your father’s propaganda is already taking its effect. Now, you had better hurry. I feel how ready you are, and I wouldn’t want to be forced into punishing your disobedience when you’re this wet.”
Vixin attempted to appear reluctant, her loins begging for penetration. She began to stroll along the foot of each table, assessing her options. Confidence mixed with nervousness as she studied them, granted a wide array of waiting manhoods.
They all appeared eager for the honor, their neglected erections already hardened at the prospect of entering an imperial princess. Each surely knew that the conclusion would be unsatisfying, yet the single chance to feel inside her divine royal body easily outweighed what awaited them.
Finally, she made her choice. There had been sizes nearly as large as The God Emperor’s and faces as handsome as her accursed sister’s mate. Yet, when she decided who she’d grant the honor of her womanhood to, only one truly caught her eyes. He was near the end of the row, almost scrawny. His manhood could only be considered average, yet as she looked at his nervous face, she was met with the appearance of a young man with gentle features.
She could sense his fear as she approached, hips swaying as she reached his table. There was a softness to him, a kindness encompassing his mind that drew her near. She’d have time to be properly ravaged by a brute until she couldn’t walk some other time, yet tonight, she placed her pity upon his gentle form.
Mounting the table, she did her best to calm him as she straddled his waist. His cock twitched as it pressed against her flat midriff, desperate to be inside her. Slowly, seductively, she caressed him before pulling aside the groin of her leotard, revealing her dripping pussy.
“Interesting choice, though it’s yours to make,” Rosila said as she watched closely. “Delay no longer.”
Peering into his eyes to comfort him, Vixin moved her hips to line up his cock. Then, sliding down, she watched as satisfaction erupted across his face.
Feeling his cock sink into her slick lower lips, she realized it wouldn’t reach her cervix as The God Emperor had, yet the visible enjoyment upon his features drove her own. She began to move, rocking her hips slowly.
Rosila placed her hand upon her own exposed breast. The advice she offered came far less frequently, for her apprentice was more than accustomed to making love.
Lips parting in a moan, Vixin leaned back to support herself with her hands. The position granted her a greater range of movement, allowing her to pleasure him with a seductive rhythm.
Rosila began to fondle herself at the sight, observing the hungry glances of the remaining men as they watched their princess. Their cocks strained, untouched, while Vixin forced whimpering moans from her mate.
“Almost there…” The princess’s hips rocked back and forth, sensing the young man’s bursting pleasure. Her divine vagina required little time to milk him, forcing her to move slowly as she did her best to drag out the moment. The vaginal muscles of her Vaid pussy naturally massaged him, her body knowing exactly how to please him. “Enjoy yourself while you can…”
“Remember, this is a punishment, little Vixin. He’s not permitted the right to finish inside a royal body,” Rosila reminded her, fingers working her nipple.
Rocking back and forth atop his bound body, Vixin both felt and witnessed the signs she had practiced to observe, knowing he couldn’t last much longer even without sensing his mind.
When the time came, she pulled back just enough to allow his cock to slip free. It nearly trembled in the open air, tensing as he climaxed. She pressed her labia against his cumming shaft, feeling a new type of euphoria as he squirted his seed across her fair skin. The frustration she sensed, the unspent lust remaining unsatisfied within him, she felt herself shudder at the sensation. To her surprise, she found herself joining him in climax, her body shaking merely from the thought of cruelly denying his satisfaction. “F…fuck…”
He whimpered into his gag, his hips occasionally bucking as he watched her squirt. Though not nearly as intense as finishing with a lover inside, her climax born more through her thoughts than actual stimulation, it proved enough to drench his shaft in her juices.
Feminine chuckles began to echo through the chamber as Rosila started to clap slowly. “Well, it seems my toy has a hidden side to her. Well done, princess.”
Slowly recovering, Vixin waited to regain control over herself before daring to move. She gracefully departed the table, standing on shaky legs as she stepped closer to her mate’s head.
Not bothering to clean the cum from her belly nor her face, she leaned in to kiss his cheek as she did with the previous slave. “Thank you.”
“He should thank you instead. Or worship you, if he was free of his bindings,” Rosila teased as she approached, granting the young man’s cock a flick.
“Don’t,” Vixin replied firmly, granting his gag a final kiss before straightening up. “Now…what happens to them?”
“They’ll return to their duties in the morning,” Rosila replied, hardly caring for the answer. “Better to leave them here to think on all that’s occurred. You, however, shall be expected back here tomorrow.”
Vixin adjusted her outfit before meeting her gaze. “And which side shall I fall on then? The tormentor, or the tormented?”
Rosila smiled. “You’ll find out when you arrive. It seems both suit you well in either case.”
Vixin concealed a grin of her own, standing proud even while knowing she’d count down every minute until tomorrow arrived.
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