Holding his gaze, she cupped the soft mounds of her breasts in her hands and opened her mouth, dribbling his cum over her chin and onto her chest. Then she beckoned to another waiting servant. At the same time she felt another wave break over her, nerves firing throughout her body as she came again. Her position opened her labia like flower petals, and he could see her glistening moist folds, pink and wet with excitement. His cock twitched, the string of precum dancing. His ginger beard glistened. She bobbed rapidly up and down on his hard cock as he thrust up to meet her. She gasped each time and he smirked inwardly as he sensed her frustration, her yearning. If he pleased her, he would live a while longer to plot his next actions. Faster and faster she went, taking him deep, then kissing the top and licking down the shaft and around his balls. His bald head shone with sweat. She shook the rod gently and watched as the string of clear precum moved. But the murals were not the most shocking things in the throne room. The Slave thrust his hips upwards, trying to jack himself in her grip. “A message from General Syndara, my Grace. The attendant waited until they had left, then returned to her kneeling position,
