“Percian’s not gay!” She laughed like I was joking with her.
I blinked. “There is no way you’re this naïve.”
“He’s an infamous lady-killer. Half the minor noblewomen in Feltianas had to go to a mage to get their hymens repaired.”
“Uh-huh. I’m sure he worked very hard to cultivate that reputation. How many times has he pressured you to open your legs?”
“Don’t be ridiculous. I’m not a common lord’s daughter; my virginity actually means something, and he respects that.”
“Your… ‘virginity.’”
“The perception of my virginity, anyway.” She tittered naughtily, “I was saving it for a much larger prize than Percian Feltian.”
I narrowed my eyes at her. “Sometimes I wonder if I should be worried about you.”
She twiddled her thumbs deviously, and we both laughed.
Percian entered the room a moment later, smelling strongly of my perfume. He sat down beside Sofia, and awkwardly held her hand when she presented it to him. “Now, Lady Straltaira, you were talking about the prospects of postwar trade relations with Alkandra.”
“The Dark Queen has listened to international concern that the reestablishment of Alkandra will tilt the Tenvalian economy permanently to the east. She is proposing a trination port in the southern Midlands where our countries officially converge.”
“A fascinating idea, assuming she can conquer the southern Midlands.”
“Progress is inevitable. The wildlands can’t stay wild for long, especially with the aid of the Highland army. Having our men fight side-by-side should do wonders healing the wounds they’ve inflicted upon each other.”
“By massacring the natives?” Percian asked with raised brows.
“We call them ‘savages’ when they’re on land we want.” I grinned.
Percian looked me over appraisingly, then turned to Sofia. “Oh, I like her.” He said.
“I knew you would.” Sofia tittered, clasping his limp hand, and leaning in for a kiss. He placed a closed-lip peck on her cheeks, and it was at that moment that she realized I was one-hundred-percent right about him. A younger, more naïve Sofia might’ve tasted the curt kiss and thought nothing of it, but I had made a true woman of her, and the revelation dawned on her face the moment she parted from her betrothed.
Percian looked upon me, oblivious that his “secret” was known to all in the room. He crossed his legs, and assessed me with an interested eye. “I’ll have to talk with my advisers about this development. Perhaps you would care to meet later?”
“Later?” I smiled amusedly.
“At my estate.” He smiled back, “I’ll have a dinner prepared for us, and then you and I can come to terms.”
I sat back, letting my cock slither obviously under my dress. His eyes flitted to it, then back to me, and my grin turned wicked. “Lord Feltian, why don’t we come to terms right now?” I asked.
He shifted uncomfortably. “I would prefer to negotiate in private.”
“We’re in private right now, my lord.” I said, swirling my wine glass, “Just you, me, and your blushing bride to be.”
I shared a glance with Sofia, and she read my intentions clearly. A shade of alarm crossed her face, followed immediately by an expression of devious excitement. My little protégé; how I loved her. She leaned against her betrothed, letting her breasts pillow into his shoulder. “Yes, dearest, let’s negotiate terms now.”
His posture was as rigid as stone. “This is a Feltian matter, Sofia, and I’m afraid I must represent my family alone.”
“But our families are to be joined, so what is the issue?” She tittered.
“The issue, dearest love,” Percian growled, “is that I am my own man, and not beholden to you!”
“That’s no way to talk to your fiancé.” I chuckled.
“You’re so tense, dearest.” Sofia whispered into his ear, her hand running down his chest, “Let me be a good wife, and help you relax.”
He looked ready to crawl out of his own skin. “Not here, Sofia.” He snarled.
“Then where?” She giggled, running her hands down his belly, “And when? Why should we wait until our wedding night if we are already promised to each other?” She gnawed on his ear playfully, “It’s not like I’m a virgin anyway.”
“What?!” He exclaimed, his face aghast.
“Oh come now, dearest…” She tittered, her hand venturing down his pelvis, over his groin, and sliding between his cheeks. She curled her fingers, and whispered, “…it’s not like you are either.”
Percian’s face was an impeccable shade of white, but his cheeks were rosy, flushed with embarrassment, flushed with arousal. His tight pants could not conceal his growing manhood, and Sofia and I gawked at it as it grew, and grew, and grew.
“Oh, Percian,” Sofia muttered covetously, running her hand along the bulge, “how dare you keep this from me.”
“Sofia, I need to—”
“Shh.” She hissed, placing a finger over his lips, “I don’t care if you like having a cock inside you.” She crinkled her nose endearingly, “I like having a cock inside me too. Just because you’re not attracted to me, doesn’t mean we can’t be man and wife.” She glanced at me, and grinned, “People can change, and very soon, you might find that I’m not so undesirable after all.”
I smiled back at her, wearing my liar’s mask. To hide my momentary shame, I grabbed my dress, and pulled it over my face, and off my body. I wore nothing but a coreset beneath it, the velvet bindings holding my breasts high on my chest, the vest tapering away at my sculpted abdomen to reveal all the fun things below it. Percian stared at my rigid cock, his lips quivering. I smirked, and stepped onto the couch, towering over him with an imperious glare. I squatted down, and mounted his chest, bringing my knees around his shoulders. My leaking tip was poised inches from his mouth, my bronze thighs trapped his head in a pillowing embrace. I raked my fingers through his hair, and balled my fist in it.
“Well, my lord?” I whispered down, my eyes smoky and lidded heavily, “Shall we negotiate?”
He parted his trembling lips, and I eased myself inside. I groaned pleasurably, feeling his hot sucking lips pulling me in, his soft moist tongue curling around me, its tip caressing me like a beckoning finger to guide me deeper. His throat opened easily around me, and closed in a generous embrace of my head, swallowing the last of me into his gullet. With practiced ease, he swirled his tongue around my consumed shaft, and his hands came up to grip my ass, and push me deeper.
“Oh, my lord!” I moaned, shifting back and forth, “Oh god, suck it just like that!”
He moaned with me, wrapping his lush lips around my base, spit bubbling from the seal when I pulled out. His fingers squished into the fat of my ass, his middle and ring fingers venturing closer together, traversing the pliant flesh of my crack before finding my anus. Oh, he knew well how to touch that part of a man. He circled my puckered center, teasing the entrance expertly until it was popping and winking on its own, opening to receive him. My back curved when his digits penetrated me, and I pressed my crotch hard against his face, savoring the sensation of his muzzle indenting the pelvic base around my cock.
I looked back over my shoulder to see Sofia curiously playing with Percian’s testicles. She’d never been with a true man before, and so the organs were fascinating to her. With her dress now discarded, her bra gone, and her panties cast upon the floor, she only wore her high-heeled shoes, and they clicked together as she gently toyed with her husband’s sack. She turned a shade of pink when she caught me giggling at her, and she shed her scientific expression to don a more appropriate mask of lechery. With a coy grin, she placed Percian’s sack into her mouth, and sucked until each cheek was filled with a testicle, her tongue dividing them. Percian’s fingers shot into my ass, his grip on the fat tightening until the succulent meat protruded like dough between his fingers. I cried out in delight, thrusting as his fingertips pressed against my prostate, massaging it with a firm stroke.
“Suck my cock, you little faggot!” I gasped, and he grinned wickedly around my shaft, and slurped me into his vacuum seal. Sofia got too ambitious for her own good, and attempted to one-up her betrothed by taking his rod all the way into her throat. She got halfway down before her eyes watered, and hot spittle leaked down his thick shaft. She looked to me for guidance, but in the heat of my pleasure, and seeing her in such a pathetic state, I could only teach her in one way. I reached back, grabbed the back of her head with both hands, and shifted my weight atop it. Percian seized in reaction, his eyes rolling back, his mouth sucking harder than it ever had. Sofia gagged around a squeal, her face forced all the way down, her head the base of my bodily bridge that spanned her fiancé’s torso. Her face was purple with exertion, her eyes streamed, and her neck bulged. I held her firmly down, forcing her to acclimate to it, punishing her for her avarice, though she did not deserve it. But she wanted it. Even as she struggled to free herself, trashing and clawing at my hands, her ass wiggled delightedly behind her, strings of vaginal saliva dripping from between her legs. After a minute, the muffled screams she sounded dwindled. After another, her face returned to its flushed state, and her breath eased evenly through her nose.
“Good girl.” I smiled at her proudly, and she winked back. I released her head, and she slurped her way up her husband’s shaft, revealing the full length of him. He popped from her lush lips, and she stared rapturously at the meat she had just consumed.
“I can’t wait any longer, dearest.” She whispered, and climbed up, “I need this inside of me.”
Percian didn’t care at all. He was content to simply suck my cock, his eyes possessed of me. I rode his face, plunging my member into his mouth, and he took me with relish, ignoring the woman preparing to mount his rigid shaft. Sofia got into a wide squat, her slender legs quivering as she aimed the tip against her petals. It was thicker and longer than mine by a goodly amount, and so she eased herself down it slowly. She whimpered, her eyes closed in concentration, her soft belly flexing in strain, making room inside of her. Inch after inch, she slid down, her pussy stretching, her little clit engorging, her nectar dribbling down her legs. She whined in pain, then dropped the last inch, and stayed there. Percian sucked me contentedly, closing his eyes to savor the sensations of his loins, undoubtedly painting a much different picture in his mind than what was currently happening to him. Sofia shuddered from head to toe, staying static in her straddling position, afraid to move. I reached back, and touched her chin. Her eyes opened, revealing them to be watery and filled with pain. I smiled to see it, and took her hand gently. With a slight pull, I guided her forward, and she moved her pelvis in kind. With a slight push, I guided her backward, and she followed the motion of my hand with her hips to complete the gyration.
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