Their lips met and he was pushing into her mouth. She recovered quickly and pushed back, their tongues duelling and dancing together. He tasted of sweat and pussy, and she felt hot with the knowledge he could taste his own essence on her tongue.

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The Slave’s mind was in fog. He felt his will break and dissolve. He tried to keep thoughts in his mind of his homeland and his people, slain and captured, but he felt them melting away, replaced with soft lips, a probing tongue and the intoxicating mixed taste of sex. He was hers. He belonged here. The kiss was all there was. He lost track of time. He felt the weight of her on him. Her breasts against him. His cum cooling and sticky in his chest hair. Their kiss was languid and slow as they explored every part of each other’s mouth. Through the sexual haze in his mind he could hear the others in the grand hall – the moans and cries of a hundred bodies lost in pleasure.

Without breaking the kiss, he felt her reach down between them and cup his ball sack with her hand, then run her fingers up and down his flaccid cock. He groaned into her open mouth as he felt his body respond to her touch, felt himself lengthen under her fingers. She gripped him harder and rubbed his sensitive head against her moist lips, coating it in her juice. He groaned as he felt the petals part.

He lifted his hips to push into her but she held him in place, broke the kiss, bit his earlobe hard and whispered, "Just the tip."

She held the base of his cock, and pushed back slowly. He felt her envelope the crown, warm and wet. Then the feeling was gone as she moved forward again. Back and forth she teased him, giving his head two or three quick little pumps inside her, then taking him out and rubbing him over her enflamed clit. All the while her face was buried against him as she licked and bit his shoulder and neck.

He was rock hard again now, his cock yearning to bury itself in her warm sheath.

"Please," he begged. His voice sounded hoarse, almost pathetic to him. He didn’t care. "I need it."

"What do you need?" she moaned, thrusting her tongue into his ear. "What do you want? Tell me."

"I want to fuck you. I need to be inside you."

She sat up straight and slowly rubbed him over her slick mound. His shaft glided between her labia, over her clit and up to her belly button.

"Yeah? You want to put this hard dick inside me?"

"I do."

"You want to feel my royal pussy squeeze you? Milk you dry?"

"Oh Gods, please, I do!"

"Tell me you’ll serve me. You’ll do whatever I want. You’ll be my personal fucktoy."

"I will! Anything you want. I’ll be your toy, your willing slave."

She held herself still over him. Her pussy was open, dripping strands of her juice onto him. She wanted it as much as he. "Well," she said wryly, "it looks like the barbarians are at the gate." Then she impaled herself on his cock, slowly, relentlessly.

"Fuck!" he groaned as she sank inch after inch onto him. Her pussy welcomed him into her, a sleeve of warm butter. She took his length slowly until her ass rested against his balls, then she drew herself up again until just the tip remained inside, and slammed down hard.

"Ai!" she cried out.

Again she rose up and slammed down. Again and again, each time crying out in ecstasy. "Ai! Fuck! Yes!"

Their bodies smashed forcefully together as she fucked him fervently, her hot tight hole consuming him, driving him out of his mind. With a mighty wrench he pulled his bound wrists apart, the chain link stretching and snapping. The Queen suddenly stopped moving, his cock buried to the base, her eyes staring wide. Did she think he was going to attack her now that he was free? Was he going to get a guard’s spear thrust into his back? Not waiting to find out, he gripped her waist in both his wide hands and began to slam her up and down on his shaft.

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The Queen scrunched up her face and lashed at her pussy with her hand as she bounced up and down on the Slave. "Yes!" she cried deliriously, "Fuck me! Oh your cock’s so good. Fuck my cunt!" Suddenly the dam burst, and she lifted off his cock and rubbed her clit furiously as she shuddered and screamed, her orgasm washing through her like a wave, her gaping hole convulsing. As her release coursed through her it left her weak. She felt like every muscle in her body had been wound tight like a spring, and now they all uncoiled.

Including her bladder.

She was supporting herself with one hand planted on the ground behind her, her other hand framing her flushed pussy, when a stream of yellow-tinted piss arched from her and splashed on the Slave’s chest, mixing with his cum.

He looked at her with open-mouthed surprise as the stream flowed for a good fifteen to twenty seconds. Droplets splashed up onto his face and lips, into his mouth. He swallowed reflexively, his cock erect and twitching beneath her.

When her piss slowed to a dribble, he pushed her back slightly, got to his knees and turned her around. She didn’t know what he was doing until she found herself on her hands and knees in front of him, facing out over the audience. He gripped her hips and slid his cock easily back into her. She rolled her eyes and moaned as he fucked in and out, deeper and deeper.

Through hooded lids she became aware of the sea of bodies writhing before her. As her body was rocked back and forth in rhythmic pounding, she focused on her general. Syndara had commandeered one of the court lady’s slaves. She wore a large black strap-on, and was using it to fuck the slave’s ass. He was on his hands and knees, his face buried in his owner’s pussy as she moaned on the floor before him. The Queen watched intensely as the courtier began to buck her hips in orgasm, squirting streams of juice into the slave’s open mouth. At the same time, the man began to cum from Syndara’s relentless thrusting. His cock, hanging between his legs and ignored by the two women, began to spurt its seed onto the tiles.

"My ass," the Queen said after watching. She looked behind her at the barbarian. "Fuck me in the ass."

The Slave withdrew from her pussy and rested his rigid length between her large brown ass cheeks. He let a long string of saliva fall on her puckered asshole, and then slowly pushed his thumb inside. The ring clenched and resisted as he moved his thumb back and forth, and she grimaced. "Wait," she said and gestured to one of her servants, standing obediently off to the side of the dais. The short naked woman took an ornate shallow bowl from a side table and came to stand by her side.

The Queen dipped her hand into the bowl and scooped out a thick dollop of clear gloopy lube. She reached back as the Slave withdrew his thumb and she smeared it liberally over his cock and her ass, sliding one, then two fingers into her hole.

"Now," she said, dropping her arms and head down to the ground and raising her ass, "Fuck me."

She felt the pressure build as his cock head pressed against her resisting hole. She breathed deep, forced herself to relax. The ring of her sphincter opened and suddenly the Slave’s wide crown slipped past. His head was now buried in her tight hot asshole. She signed and brushed her fingertips over the throbbing nub of her clit.

The Slave slowly pushed further, filling her rectum, and she opened her mouth wide in a silent O as she rubbed her pussy. He paused, waited a moment, giving her ass time to adjust to the invasion. Then he began to move back and forth. Slowly at first, he gradually picked up speed until he was ramming forcefully into her bowels, his balls slapping at her pussy with each thrust.

After ten minutes of fucking her ass, she felt the tell-tale signs, felt him grow even harder, stretching her wide. "Yesssss," she hissed, "come in my ass! I want you to fill my ass with your cum!"

He cried out and his cock exploded in her rectum, flooding her insides with cum. He spurted five or six times, until she didn’t think she could feel any fuller. At the same time she felt another wave break over her, nerves firing throughout her body as she came again. Then, as his organ slowly began to wilt he pulled it out and held her ass cheeks apart with his hands. Her empty hole gaped and she flexed, winking it obscenely at him. Then she pushed and a stream of white cum was expelled from her ass to splash on the dais.

The Slave fell back, exhausted, and the Queen sat looking at him. Then she beckoned to another waiting servant. The woman approached and fastened a tight collar around the Slave’s neck, identical to the ones worn by the other men present. The Slave, too tired to object, merely looked at the Queen. His bald head shone with sweat. His ginger beard glistened.

"That was…..satisfactory," said the Queen, with a slight smile. "You live for today. I will test you again tomorrow, privately."

Despite himself, the Slave could not help but return her smile.

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