Chapter 5: The Enemy of my Enemy
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"Take my fucking load, you royal whore!"
Zahira was standing in the privacy of her bedroom, her bare body sporting a thin sheen of sweat. Her head was thrown backward, her dark nipples almost painfully hard and her mouth wide open in wordless delight.
Princess Sofia was kneeling underneath the exotic woman, a ravishing and expensive dress hiding the wonders of her body. One of her hands had disappeared within her clothes and was now furiously flicking her engorged clitoris and teasing her eager pussy lips. Sofia's mouth was stretched around Zahira's massive cock which was presently buried as far as it could go inside Sofia's throat.
With her hands firmly holding the Princess' head, Zahira moved Sofia's head up and down on her cock as hard as she could, using the Princess' throat as nothing more but a warm fleshlight for her to satisfy her needs. Zahira deliriously groaned everytime that Sofia's face hit her crotch, the Princess' nose tickled by Zahira's trimmed pubic hair.
Despite the sheer violence with which her throat was plundered, Sofia's hand that was caressing her overflowing pussy never stopped. The Princess was getting lightheaded, not only from the brutal facefuck, but also from her own repeated masochistic orgasms. Sofia's
eyelids flickered in rhythm with the rapid movements of her head, her eyes rolling behind them.
But one of the frenzied back and forth was the last. Using the whole strength of her muscular arms, Zahira kept Sofia's face pressed against her skin and let out an orgasmic moan as she delivered her torrential load of thick semen straight into the Princess' stomach.
Sofia wrapped her free hand around her bulging throat, feeling the massive intruder twitch as it shot ropes after ropes of sticky cum. The Princess was quite glad that Zahira had come this far down past her taste buds, as the salty and gooey taste of semen was the only thing she disliked about oral intercourses. On her knees and with a cock thoroughly filling her mouth and throat, Sofia patiently waited for her bodyguard's orgasm to end.
And finally, whole minutes after Zahira's cock had shot its last spurt of baby batter, Zahira slowly pulled her cock out, the fleshy walls of Sofia's throat desperately clinging to Zahira's meat pole. When her softening cock finally exited Sofia's mouth with a wet pop, Zahira let go of Sofia's head and, without a single glance at the kneeling Princess, she reached for her bed and laid on it, catching her breath.
Stretching her sore neck, Sofia rose to her feet and sat in front of the dressing table that Zahira had installed in her room just for the Princess. Leaning forward, Sofia checked her face and its ruined makeup in the mirror, then pulled a vanity case from one of the drawers. Sighing, the Princess began to lay everything she was going to need to make her appearance decent again on the table.
"When you are Queen, will I still have a job?"
Sofia craned her neck to look at her bodyguard who was casually laying down on her bed, still completely naked and her flaccid cock drenched in saliva and cum. "I don't see why not. I am satisfied by your services. You'll probably have to settle on a gold coin payment, though."
Zahira chuckled and Sofia refocused on her reflection and her makeup. "Speaking of, we are going to act in the coming days. When the time comes, a message will reach you. You'll have to drop everything and come to the castle."
"Will I have to sneak in? Stealth isn't exactly my forte."
"No. My men will let you in. You should have no troubles reaching me, but if need be, slaughter all who stand in your path."
"I will, Princess. But... "Zahira hesitated, scratching her head. "I don't see what I could do that a small army of guards couldn't."
Sofia laughed, her crystal clear outburst echoing in Zahira's small room. The Princess spun around in the chair to face her bodyguard. "You don't?" She asked with a mysterious smile. "Don't worry, your talents most likely won't be needed. If everything goes right, no blood will be shed." The Princess paused to think about her own statement. "Well... Almost no blood."
The Princess once more returned her attention to the mirror, but instead of doing her makeup, she observed Zahira's reflection approaching her from behind. Soon, Zahira was standing right behind Sofia, towering above the sitting Princess. One of the foreign woman's hands began groping Sofia's small breasts while the other wrapped itself around Sofia's throat.
"If our time together comes to an end, I think I want an advance on my final payment."
"Do you ever think of something that's not sex?"
"Says the Princess who sells her own body to save a few coins." Zahira mocked.
Sofia rolled her eyes. "You know that's not--"
The Princess' sentence was abruptly interrupted as Zahira lifted Sofia off her chair by the throat, choking the Princess in the process. The Princess was roughly thrown and she landed belly first on Zahira's questionably comfortable mattress. The bed creaked as Zahira climbed behind the Princess.
"Don't make a mess. I have to return to the castle soon." Sofia merely asked, hiding her eagerness to be roughly manhandled.
Zahira lifted Sofia's dress above her shapely butt, exposing her bare crotch. For practical reasons, Sofia had stopped wearing underwear when she expected to deal with Zahira's ravenous anger.
"Don't worry, my Queen, I'll make sure to dump my load as far as possible in your bowels."
A delightful shiver spread through Sofia's body, and it was only partially caused by her sphincter being forced open by the tip of Zahira's cock. A triumphant smile stretched Sofia's lips as the word queen echoed in her mind, but her mouth was soon forced open by a wanton moan. Zahira had begun earnestly fucking the Princess' asshole, using the whole weight of her body to shove her cock as deep and as hard as she could withing Sofia's squirming body.
As Zahira firmly shoved Sofia's head against the mattress, the Princess dreamt of a future where all would be calling her Queen.
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Late at night, Elisa was sitting on the edge of her bedroom's window with her legs dangling above thin air. Coming from within the room behind her, the snores of a deeply sleeping Loretta could be heard. Elisa stared intensely at the full moon that shone upon the castle. Her right arm was outstretched and her hand wide open, small purple flames chaotically swirling around Elisa's bare limb.