“Tell me!”
“Her handmaidens had no spears to stop me. All I had was my own moral restraint, and that was soon squashed like a wasp. They took out my weapon, already hard as iron. They stroked it for me, pressed it between the mounds of her bare arse so we could feel the heat of one another, almost enough to scald. I could feel my balls, laid so heavy against her, being drenched by her. There was no way I could fight this.”
“No indeed!”
“She declared she was too ugly for a king, and must be punished. I could barely stand from the anticipation, from the memory of what happened when she had last said this. She had me drip wax from red candles onto her rump cheeks, with my aching c**k still lodged between them. I could hear her skin sizzle. To stop her cries, the handmaidens drizzled warm c
