They came together, Ariela biting her lip and bowing her head, feeling the young body of the girl in her hands, feeling her cock pulse rope after rope of fertile seed into the girls unprotected womb, grunting and sighing with pleasure as she, quite possibly, bred her. Up above Belind was spending his load between her lips, wrapped so tightly around the tip of his cock that not a drop of his pent-up load could escape, instead letting it pool in her mouth, where, cruelly, Ariela wasn’t letting her swallow just yet, forcing her to swirl her tongue around his tip, coating her tastebuds in his seed, making her taste every drop.
Ariela held herself deep, ensuring every drop of her valuable seed was spend in the pleasurable embrace of her pussy before slowly withdrawing her softening cock from her stretched hole, finally forcing her to swallow down Belind’s hot, thick cum.
Slowly Ariela stood, her dress forming back around her and with a smirk she forced one final act of humiliation upon Sophia.
“Thank you, Belind,” Sophia said, her voice sultry and lustful, then she turned to look to Ariela, pleading now in her eyes, finally broken as she stared at the woman controlling her body, “Please, Mistress Ariela, may I have some more?”
Belind leaned back on the bed, panting as his own wet cock wilted between his thighs, a smile on his face as he clearly enjoyed the show.
Ariela pursed her lips as if thinking, despite being the one controlling Sophia’s words and actions, “Oooh if you insist. Guards!” the Queen’s guards who had escorted them here stepped into the room, prompt, “Would you please assemble an honour guard for the lovely Princess Sophia?”
One of the guards glanced at his companion before electing to speak, “Of course my Queen, for what purpose?”
Ariela for a moment thought about vaporizing the guard for questioning her motives, but a more sensible part of her understood he was likely just asking so he could assemble a guard fit for whatever duty it would be.
“To gangbang her for a few days. Maybe a guard of forty will suffice, big strong brutes, please, oh and make sure you’re a part of the guard.”
The two guards glanced at each other and grinned darkly, following Sophia as she strutted from the room, her young nubile body on display as she left.
She only got a few paces from the room before Ariela released her hold on the girl, who quickly started to run, a scream coming out followed by a playful grunt of laughter from the guards as they gave chase of their new conquest.
Ariela smiled at the sound, “Cute. So!” she turned her attention back to Belind and raised one delicate eyebrow.
“A-ah… Cadance… Their name is Cadance.” he said softly.
Ariela blinked.
“Who the fuck is Cadance? Who the fuck is Skye? …Atrin. Ugghhh….”
Belind looked confused by her reaction and shrank back a little as she approached him, but she merely leaned in, kissing him on the forehead, causing him to erupt in a blush, “Good boy,” she said, patting him on the cheek before striding from the room, leaving him on the bed looking characteristically confused, but surprisingly satisfied and pleased.
—–
“Owww….” Atrin groaned, opening his eyes, blinking around, he was laying in a bed, his bed, a pain in his chest and two women standing beside him.
He blinked several times, his vision clearing as he looked up into the gaze of Ariela, who looked decidedly unapologetic, Sophia stood beside her, her eyes downcast, her clothing simple and a collar around her neck.
“My… Queen…” he said simply, his voice rough, his throat dry with thirst.
“Five days Atrin!” she chastised him, “five days you’ve been laying on your back while traitors roam these lands.”
He looked up at her, incredulous, but not voicing his thoughts that it was her that had put him here, “Ah, sorry. My Queen.”
“Mm,” she folded her arms, “don’t let it happen again. Now, Grand General Atrin. I have two names. Skye and Cadance. Find them, bring them to me. Use whoever you need to get it done.”
They shared a look, she’d never apologize for a mistake, but his loyalty would be rewarded, they both knew it, as it already had been, the Grand bit as a new addition to his title. He nodded simply and she smirked slightly, turning to leave.
“Oh, and Atrin, this is your new wife. While wearing the collar she’s unable to disobey you so be sure to take her out into the city now and then, let the people see that the Champion of the realm has married one of the royals and how happy she is, that should help placate them but… Don’t treat her too well in private.” Ariela smiled and strolled from the room, tying a neat little bow on the bitches fate.
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