I was a princess, my family having ruled over a small country for generations. But you appeared in the reign of my father, demanded he surrender. He did but you then announced a second demand. You wanted a hostage, someone precious, to ensure our loyalty.
I didn't know what to expect as your soldiers took possession of me, as I was escorted through your camp. There were rumours about you but nothing concrete, only whispers on the wind.
I remember being shown into your presence, my attention grabbed by your commanding aura. I barely noticed the slavegirls around you, barely noticed their nude bodies draped over yours.
I'm one of those slavegirls now, you gave me silks the colour of spring grass to wear but I seldom do. My days are spent displaying myself for your pleasure, being a distraction from an emperor’s mundane tasks. My nights are spent in your bed, your collection of slaves not enough to sate your lust.
Come the latest morning and I'm between your legs, we rotate who worships your cock, gently bobbing along your length. I purr as you moan, you're still half-asleep, and shiver as your heavy hand is suddenly resting atop my head.
I let you control the pace, hum as your cock throbs. With love in my eyes I look up at you, look along the length of your torso. You chuckle as you see me, push my head down until my nose touches your stomach. It's a good life.
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