Unable to bare looking her in the eyes as she completed the defilement of his mouth he squeezed his eyes shut, trying to close his mind to what was to come, a task, as she began to cum, he quickly realised was impossible. Slowly, reluctantly, he complied, shame dominating his expression as he made his way, on hands and knees towards her, pure defeat obvious in his every movement. He would play the part of the toy, bide his time, maybe strike to kill her or forge a rebellion from the heart of her new Empire. He came to rest at the foot of her throne between her perfect thighs, his eyes downcast. If he accepted she had no doubt in her mind that she would come out victorious and if he refused her offer his accompanying officer, likely no more than a peasant himself, would be aware that the boy Prince had saved his own skin at the cost of his army’s, which would almost certainly inspire a coup and subsequent overthrow of the Prince, allowing
