Should I not share my luck, and power with my army? “Does one man win wars? Sometimes one, sometimes many. A man with rough hands crouched down and rubbed my body all over, on his knees he took me, raising me to wrap around his lap and take his girth. “Am I not the luckiest man alive?”
“Here here!” they all cheered
“Do I not conquer Kingdoms?”
“Here Here!”
“Take their Princesses?”
“Here Here!”
“Am I not the conqueror of death?”
“Here Here!”
“But!” he paused. He drags me close at a huge feast in his honor. Simply enjoying pounding into my soft flesh. diamonds are impeded in the mesh, as are clamps that pinch and hold my nipples. I massage my large aching breasts for him, letting out a groan as I throw my head back and twist the dusty pink of my nipples into peaks. Gripping my hair in his meaty fist he begins to slap my bruised ass, hitting along the welt lines in order to create a sting both erotic and painful and I finally let out a small cry. My hips lifted to the beat, I spun and moved with grace about the fire.
