Your lands conquered, your armies disbanded or dead, your royal line ending with you.” she shook her head some, “Regardless, you are my pet and you will serve me. She was clean and smooth, feminine and beautiful despite her appendage. Ariela relaxed on her throne enjoying the sweetness of her victory, a kingdom conquered, what better end could there be than to have the last of her fallen foes royal blood serving her cock. “Atrin, my Lady.”
“Well General Atrin, I don’t enjoy pointless slaughter, your forces are incredibly outmatched, there is no pitched battle out there awaiting us,” She waved a hand towards the entrance to the tent beyond which sat both armies, dismissive, “merely a massacre. Atrin spoke in a low, cautioning tone, “You agreed to her terms, to refuse is to concede, to concede is to…” he looked meaningfully towards the orb of power in her hand, Belind swallowed, looking around at the crowd.
