The sounds of the revelry were loud enough to be heard within a five-mile radius of the capital. People were singing songs, happily drinking, eating, and tearing down all the statues of the tyrant who oppressively ruled over them.
Watching from the distance in the palace, Henrietta couldn't stop smiling.
The conflict was over, and they had won.
Turning from the scene of the celebration, her eyes fell onto the area where she shoved her blade straight into the throat of the former ruler of their island. Walking over to where the large blood spot was; the forty-year-old woman spat on it.
"May you burn in hell you fat bastard."
"Definitely off to a right start ma'am," said her tactician, Nero appearing behind her.
Turning to the man who, if she was being quite honest to herself, turned the small group of resistance fighters into a force to be reckoned with.
A cheeky smirk adorned her face. "What can I say? I'm still the countrygal you met two years ago," she replied. Walking over to the large wooden desk, she plopped down onto the large chair and took in the sight of the twenty-nine-year-old.
While he wasn't able to fight in many of the battles due to a leg injury, Nero nevertheless proved himself as someone of value to their cause. Thanks to him and his brilliant mind, their losses were reduced and they were able to gain territories, supplies, and people they needed to win the war.
A most valuable person indeed.
"You remember that promise we made to one another, yesterday?" He asked while making his way toward her.
Recalling the memory, a large smile came upon her face. "No. Could you please tell me?" Henrietta asked.
Coming up behind her now, Nero bent down and started laying light butterfly kisses along her neck.
"That if we won, we could be one," he said between each kiss he planted.
Savoring the sensation she was feeling, the red-headed, pixie-haircut rocking woman closed her eyes. Turning her head slightly, allowing him to caress more of her golden-bronze neck with his lips.
"That I do remember..." she moaned.
She was then cut off, as Nero came around to her front and started making out with her. Never one to submit easily, Henrietta grabbed the back of his head and pulled him deeper into their kiss. She then shoved her tongue into his mouth, wiggling it around inside mouth, gaining instant control.
Not in control anymore, the mahogany colored man could only submit to Henrietta as his mind became cloudy with lust, and his knees buckled due to the lack of air in his lungs. Releasing him, she stood up and pushed him onto the desk. She then gazed down at the slightly smaller man who was now taking ragged breaths, while staring back intensely at her.
She couldn't deny that the current view of him made her aroused.
Skin slick thanks to the humid air. Lips puffy, begging to be kissed again. His dick, hard. Barely contained by the long, white cotton shorts that covered it.
All in all, he looked too fuckable.
Moving quickly, She grabbed his wrists with one hand and held them above his head. Henrietta then used her other hand to yank his clothes off. Satisfied that he was now exposed, she moved her head over his crotch, inhaling his natural musk. She then wrapped her lips around the tip of his dick and slowly swallowed him until her nose touched the small amount of pubic hair he had.
"FUUUUUUUUCK" he groaned as the husky woman held him while using her tongue and not releasing him from her mouth.
Hearing that he was enjoying her, Henrietta then started to gently fondle his balls. Rolling them in her soft yet strong hand. Causing Nero to let out a deep moan of pleasure. Keeping it up, she tasted the salty yet sweet pre-cum that oozed from him.
Henrietta then had a wicked idea on how to finish him off.
Still throating him, she released his nut and took the salvia that gathered at the base. Coating her index finger, she then shoved it right into his asshole, striking his prostate.
