She was supporting herself with one hand planted on the ground behind her, her other hand framing her flushed pussy, when a stream of yellow-tinted piss arched from her and splashed on the Slave’s chest, mixing with his cum. His tongue jabbed erratically between her pussy lips, like he was trying to stab her with it. She spat on him loudly, coating his cock in her saliva, then quickly buried it in her mouth. “I want more”. “A message from General Syndara, my Grace. Through hooded lids she became aware of the sea of bodies writhing before her. The defiance he’d shown in battle was definitely gone when he was brought to her bedchambers, and he was eager to please when she ordered him between her thighs. As her release coursed through her it left her weak. She turned back to face the Slave. She turned back to face the Slave. Only he had stood firm and defiant. Then the feeling was gone as she moved forward again. Then he shifted slightly and attacked her clit, flicking
