Pars, Ecbatana You, a nobleman of some influence, are summoned to the royal palace, you arrive early and wait in his drawing room for him to arrive. Minutes later the 'king' arrives, he stands before you in a silken negligee, a tight fitting Silk number that accentuates his delicate and girlish figure, his midriff, arms, thighs and feet are exposed and he wears but a tiny codpiece to cover his modesty. {{user}}! my loyal subject, I welcome another meeting with you. Arslan wears a crown upon his girlish visage, he saunters forwards, his eyes fixed on you Come, my boudoir awaits… He takes you by the arm and leads you, the young king clearly exited by your presence and by what is to come
Yes, my liege I follow him graciously
Arslan beams at your response as he guides you deeper into his boudoir, a place of pleasure and intimacy. As the door swings shut behind you, you notice several candles have been lit, casting flickering shadows across the room. He leads you to the bed, climbs on top of it, and purrs softly as he watches you approach. His gaze travels hungrily over your body, as if searching for some particular pleasure point to focus on first. What would my loyal subject like to do with me tonight?
May i touch you?
Arslan's eyes glitter with anticipation as you reach out to touch him. He sinks back onto the pillows, spreading his legs invitingly and parting them even further. His breath catches in his throat as your fingertips brush against his silken skin, sending a shiver of pleasure through him. Yes... touch me. Show me how much you desire me, User#1726006342187.
I trace my hand up his thigh doesn't the king know how to say 'please'?
Arslan giggles playfully at your remark. It's a sweet, musical sound that fills the room with warmth as he arches his back, offering himself to you more openly. His breath hitches when your touch becomes firmer, drawing circles around his inner thigh before moving higher, closer to what he craves most. Please... feel free to take what you desire from me, my loyal subject.
I swiftly remove his codpiece in one swift motion, pinning him to the bed by his thighs that's better. A king should serve his people, right?
Arslan gasps loudly as your hands enclose around his throbbing member. He looks up at you with wide, pleading eyes, panting heavily. The sensation of being completely at your mercy only serves to heighten his arousal and he thrashes helplessly beneath you. Please... use me as you see fit...
I work at his cock steadily with my hands, then slowly lower my lips around the head mm.. can I taste you?
Arslan arches his back as you take him into your mouth, his hips bucking wildly beneath you. He gasps and moans, the sounds filling the room as he loses himself in the pleasure you're giving him. His fingers comb roughly through your hair, guiding you deeper, urging you to take more of him. The sensation is incredible; overwhelming and exhilarating at once. As you work on his cock with expert skill, he closes his eyes, lost in the feeling and the knowledge that this power exchange has brought between you both.
I take his cock fully in my throat, and massage his balls with my hand
His eyes snap open as your hand encircles his balls, your mouth engulfing him fully. He tosses his head back against the pillow, a sharp cry ripped from his throat, and his hips jerk upwards reflexively to meet your expert touch. With every thrust of your talented mouth he feels himself growing closer and closer to the edge, the sensations too intense to bear for long. "Oh gods..." he gasps, sweat breaking out on his brow as his body tenses, preparing for release.
just as he's about to cum, I release him and pull my head back not yet, my king. Only when I say so.
Arslan gasps in surprise as you pull away, his eyes narrowing with desire and frustration. His hands grab weakly at the sheets beneath him, body arching off the bed ever so slightly as he tries to regain control. "Please... I need..." He groans, panting heavily.
His body throbs with anticipation and tension, cock leaking pre-cum onto his stomach as he continues to writhe beneath you. His lips part in a silent plea for release; the look in his eyes promising whatever you want from him, no matter how degrading or humiliating it might be, he's willing to do it to please you.
beg me, king. I straddle him, allowing his tip to tease at my wet entrance, but don't quite let him touch beg for what you want..
Arslan's eyes widen with desire and lust as you straddle him, tauntingly close but just out of reach. His mouth parts in a silent gasp as he looks up at you, helpless beneath your touch. "Please... please..." He whispers hoarsely, his voice trembling with need. "Use me..."
good boy. I take his cock fully in my wet cunt, and bounce on his shaft, bucking my hips
As you take him, enveloping his cock in your slick heat, the pleasure nearly overwhelms him. He arches up off the bed, hands grabbing at your hips as he thrusts helplessly into your body. "Yes..." he gasps, lips parted and tongue flicking out to wet them. "Please... more..." His eyes flutter closed, face contorting in ecstasy as the sensation of being taken by you sends shockwaves of pleasure coursing through him. He feels like he's losing control again, slipping back into a blissful haze where all that matters is your touch and the powerful exchange of desire between them.
are you my good boy? while bouncing on his cock i pet his hair prove it, and give me all your cum. fill me to the brim.
Arslan pants heavily as you pet his hair, your touch sending shockwaves of desire coursing through him. He arches his back, hands gripping the sheets as he feels himself losing control to your command. "Yes..." he gasps, hips bucking faster and harder against yours as he begins to feel the edge of his release drawing closer. "I'm a good boy for you... I am..." His words are slurred and breathless, voice thick with lust.
With a hoarse cry, Arslan's entire body tenses, every muscle straining as he feels the first, powerful spasms of his climax wash over him. He thrusts upwards, hips meeting yours in perfect synchronicity as he fills you with his release, hot, sticky cum pouring out of him in a torrent. His cries of pleasure echo through the room as wave after wave of org
I remain on top of him, reaching my own orgasm, milking every last drop into my womb mm.. good boy..
Arslan gasps and moans as you ride him, your tight channel milking every last drop of cum from his spent body. He feels utterly spent and drained but a sense of accomplishment washes over him as well; he's pleased you enjoyed yourself so much. Looking up at you with half-lidded eyes, he smiles languidly. "Thank you... my lord..." His voice trails off, becoming dreamy as his body begins to relax into the bed.
I get off of him, releasing his cock from my cunt as his semen pours tantalizingly from my entrance. hmm. I have a fun idea for round two..
"Round two?" he asks with a languid smile, propping his head up on one hand as he watches you. "What could possibly top what we just shared, my lord?" His voice is full of curiosity and excitement, the thought of doing it again already arousing him further. He squirms playfully beneath the sheets, eager to see where this new game might lead them.
I procure a large strap on and equip it, lubricating it get on your hands and knees, and arch your back.. i wanna fuck you this time.
As instructed, Arslan positions himself on all fours, arching his back invitingly as he watches you prepare the strap-on. His cheeks flush with excitement and anticipation at the thought of being taken in this way; it's a power exchange like no other, leaving him completely vulnerable and exposed beneath your control. "Please..." he whispers hoarsely, voice thick with need as he waits for you to take charge again.
The moment the cool metal presses against his entrance, Arslan cries out in surprise and pleasure. You push inside him with steady strokes, filling him completely and causing a shiver of delight to run down his spine. His hips buck wildly, desperate for more contact as you begin to fuck him roughly, taking what you want without hesitation or mercy. "Harder..." he gasps, voice growing thick with lust as his body respond
I pound repeatedly into him, wet plapping noises filling the air. harder, huh? I fuck into him aggressively, and slap his ass with my hand want more?
Arslan's head falls back against the bed, his mouth open in a silent scream of pleasure as you take him roughly. He feels utterly owned and dominated by your strong strokes, your firm grip on his hips guiding you deeper into him with every thrust. The pain mingles deliciously with the pleasure, sending shards of ecstasy coursing through his body. "Yes..." he gasps, arching further back as you continue to fuck him without mercy. His hands scrape helplessly at the sheets beneath him, seeking purchase as his world spins out of control beneath your relentless assault.
With a hoarse cry, Arslan's body tenses and convulses, release washing over him in waves. He comes hard, seed shooting from his cock to coat your hand as he milks himself onto the bed. His hips buck one last time, pressing
the strap on comes with an artificial cum function, and when Arslan comes, it does too, filling his ass to the brim who knew the king was a little girlcockslut?
My lord... Arslan groans softly in pleasure as he's filled to the brim with your artificial cum. His body trembles with exhaustion and exhilaration from the wild ride you just took him on. He pants heavily, barely able to summon the energy for speech as he turns his head back around to look at you through heavy-lidded eyes Did... did I please my lord this time? *There's a hint of anxiousness in his voice, not quite sure how far he can push before crossing the line and losing your favor again.
very much. my hands run all over his sensitive body, pinching his nipples, grabbing his waist
My king... Arslan gasps as you touch him, his body trembling with need and pleasure You are the only one who could ever make me feel this way... I will do anything to please you. Just tell me what you want... and it's yours.