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PRINCE MATTHEW DREUS

I surveyed the coastline, marking highpoints on my map where we could erect towers for the mirror relay. It was how my father communicated with Queen Tiadoa and Ambassador Wentz in the Highlands; a series of mirrors aimed at each other over great distances from great heights. There used to be a relay from Ardeni to Alkandra, but it had been destroyed centuries ago. I didn’t imagine we’d ever have to rebuild it, even after Yavara had revealed her identity. Alkandra was a pipe dream, and it galled my father that Prestira Rasloraca had gotten roped into it. Her death was a tragedy, but it wasn’t unexpected.

What was unexpected was the letter we’d received from Zander’s ethereal owl two weeks ago. The Ten had been united, a Froktora had been elected, and a horde of nearly a hundred-thousand had been raised. Furthermore, the famed ranger Thomas Adarian had been mutilated into some kind of dark-elf monster and turned traitor to become the governess of Alkandra. Zander expected us to make contact with her (her for God’s sake!) and set up an embassy. And that was all he wrote. No explanation, no clarification. With no means of replying to him, we had to decide whether or not to heed the letter. Ultimately, the phrase “a horde of nearly one-hundred-thousand” got Father’s attention. We had used Yavara as a tool, thinking her easily disposable. I was to ensure that the sentiment didn’t become mutual.

We rounded the bend, and there, at the mouth of the Alkandran Bay, was the city of beasts. I was impressed. Not by the city itself, for the castle and towers were rather short by my standards, and the single urban strip that made up its downtown would count for any one of a thousand streets in Ardeni. No, it was the speed of construction that had impressed me. I’d voyaged this bend not three months ago, and there had been nothing at the mouth of the bay but ruins. If my understanding of the timeline was correct, the castle had been built within a month, and everything thereafter had been built within a fortnight. It was industry on a mass scale, a full nation mobilized for a singular purpose. And it was a nation now, there was no doubt about it. After a thousand years of back and forth between the Highlands and the Lowlands, the Midlands had finally been claimed, and it was the Midlanders themselves who had claimed it.

The ruby gem on my mirror lit up, indicating that I had a call. I directed the navigator to sail us back to sea. Nautical mirror communication was dependent on how many ships were between the caller and the receiver. Every ship had a mirror on its masthead, and so a relay could be formed from ship to ship. In high-traffic areas like along the Lowland coast, all one had to do was sail out into the open water, and without the coastline obstructing the view, a chain would be formed to the port of Ardeni Dreus. I’d rounded the Alkandran Horn ten days ago, and so communication had been impossible with a mountain range between Ardeni and me. If our flotilla hadn’t been slowed by the unwieldy trade barges, the whole process would’ve taken a quarter of the time, but alas, money took priority over politics. The blue gem on my mirror illuminated, and I palmed the glass.

A spindly man came into focus, a bored expression on his face as he methodically tapped the mirror.

“Brannon, to what do I owe the pleasure?” I asked.

The man practically leapt out of his chair when he heard my voice. He collected himself, and dawned his usually scowl. “Prince Mathew, we have been trying to contact you for ten days.”

“And I rounded the Alkandran Horn exactly ten days ago. Did Father have you tapping that glass day and night?”

“We’ve been working in shifts.” He sneered, then left without a word.

A minute later, King Albert Dreus’s visage came into focus.

“Father,” I said, “I am about to make contact. Why did you call?”

“There’s been a development.” He said, his face grave, “Ambassador Wentz is dead.”

I paused. “Should I… turn the ship around then?”

“It wasn’t one of Zander’s agents who did it. Lord Ternias got sloppy and exposed Wentz, and Leveria disposed of him. There’s no action we can take here; we got caught with our hand in the cookie jar.”

“And Ambassador Straltaira? Is she dead?”

“No.”

“So that proves that she’s Leveria’s agent.”

“That’s not what Lord Ternias thinks. He believes she works in the best interest of Queen Yavara.”

“Straltaira was captured and tortured! How could she not be Leveria’s agent?”

Father stroked his beard. “I’ve never seen Elena Straltaira, nor any of these so-called ‘hybrids,’ but from what I’ve heard, they’re not to be trifled with. If Elena is operating with the autonomy Ternias proclaims, then that only proves it. You will need to be very careful with them, Mathew.”

“I will be.”

“I received a call from the dwarven trade emissary. News of Yavara’s military reached his ears yesterday, and it spooked him. He won’t be trading with us through the Midlands until he has a diplomat in Alkandra.”

“Well, maybe we’ll get lucky and the two armies will just massacre each other.”

“Doubtful. We’re going to have to keep hedging our bets, which means you’ll have to make concessions. Good relations with Alkandra are immediately paramount. If Yavara’s army prevails, the most powerful nation on Tenvalia will be right next door.”

“And in case Yavara’s army falls, we keep our support behind Ternias.”

“Ternias is becoming unreliable.”

“Then who do we hedge our bets with in Bentius?”

Father stroked his beard again. “Do you know what the current line of succession is for the Highland nobility? Tiadoa, Ternias, Straltaira.”

“You can’t possibly mean… they would never… what the hell would she even be? Queen? King? Both?!”

“Ternias tells me she’s the darling of the court. A simple perception spell for public appearances would make her palatable to the masses. If Yavara loses this battle, then the Highlands will take control of the Midlands, and everything we’ve worked for will be for naught. In that scenario, we will throw our support and resources behind Elena, because she would never occupy the Midlands. It would sow discord in the Noble Court, and make them weak when they are strongest.”

I ran my hand through my hair. “Does Yavara even know that Elena is alive?”

“Wentz told me Elena claimed to be in contact with her sovereign, but she was only parroting Leveria’s lie to the court when she said that. Elena was never an ambassador; she was a prisoner. As far as we can tell, Yavara thinks Elena is dead. We should keep it that way for now.”

“Why? Bringing her this information would put us well in her favor.”

“If Yavara wins this battle, then we will need to throw our resources behind whoever makes the Highlands the strongest. With their faith shaken in Leveria, then Ternias would be our best choice. His ambitions would be unrealized, and he would be forced to kowtow to us to pressure Yavara from invading. But in this scenario, the cowards in the Noble Court will begin whispering of vassalage to avoid an invasion. That will make Elena Straltaira a very attractive candidate, and we cannot allow the Highlands to fall into Yavara’s lap. If Yavara wins this battle, we will send our assassins to Bentius.”

FALTIA

“Attention!” Came the clipped command of Colonel Dom Alkandra.

The unruly officer’s quarters abruptly formed into smart lines that ran the length of the hall. I walked between them, my head held high, my boots clicking against the wood planks of the barrack floor. Eva herself had designed my uniform, with a leather crisscrossing top that held my full breasts high and jiggling on my chest, a leather skirt that hugged my ass like it was painted on, and thigh-high boots gave me the air of authority I required. With my body now covered it tattoos all the way to my chin, I looked like something out of a fascist porno mag. It was perfect.

“It has come to my attention that there has been gambling going on within the barracks.” I said sternly, “I don’t care what’s legal in town, when you’re on duty, my word is law! As officers of the watch, it your responsibility to ensure that the troops beneath your command follow my law. Captain?!” I turned on my heel, and stopped before Captain Getrok Kraklari. He stood almost two feet taller and was at least three times as heavy, but his lip quivered, and he didn’t dare meet my eye.

“Ma’am, yes ma’am!” He sputtered through his tusks.

“Do you know anything about the poker games being played during night watch hours?” I asked, and placed my hand against his crotch.

“N-n-no ma’am!” He stammered. Oh, he was stirring beneath my palm.

I grinned up at him. “Are you sure, Captain?”

“Y-y-yes ma’am!”

I reached into his trousers, and pulled out his foot-long meat. He hadn’t showered yet. Four hours of physical training after a night of sleeping in the hot officer’s quarters had marinated his loins, and the miasma made my mouth water. My delicate fingers traced along his veins, brushing back and forth until he was rising unbidden, the shaft throbbing, the head pulsing and leaking. “Are you one-hundred-percent certain, Captain?” I whispered.

His eyes were becoming bloodshot, his lips were trembling. With a sputtering gasp, he finally confessed, “It was Major Roy Alkandra! He ran it!”

I wheeled on the guilty Major. “Is this true, Major?!”

“Ma’am, yes ma’am!” He yelled back, his voice pitched high in fear. Fear was not something I ever wanted to garner as a captain in the rangers, but it was an incredibly effective tool with orcs. Fear and desire were my training tools, and I’d used them to forge a small professional army in ten days. It was grueling, debasing work, and I’d never had more fun in my entire life.

“Major, you are to report for outreach duty immediately.” I said, and the orc saluted smartly, and walked like a condemned man out of the quarters.

“The rest of you are dismissed. Go muster your companies.” I said, holding Captain Getrok firmly in my grasp.

“Not me, ma’am?”

“No, Captain,” I grinned, and dropped to my knees before him, “you’re off duty.”

EVA

The office of the Outreach Director was no longer the shed beside the castle, but an extravagant tent before the stadium. I’d procured some satin drapes and incense to give it the luxuriant appeal I desired, and it was decorated with all the niceties that Alkandran nobility should have, but none were quite so spectacular as Pet, or “Soraya,” as the others called her. She was bound in opulent masochism with a dress of gold chain, her platinum choker high and tight on her throat, her bronze body inscribed with tattoos from heel to chin.

“I love you, you know.” I said as I stroked her fine white hair.

“Yes Domina.” She purred.

“I mean that I love you, Soraya.”

She turned, her character melting away to display her magnificent smile. “And I love you, Eva, but you’ve been saying it for so long that it’s lost its shock value.”

“Apparently not for me.” I mused, “I’m surprised every time the thought comes to mind. I never thought I’d be in love, and with so many, but you most of all.”

She smiled coyly, and laid her head on my lap. “Eva, save the sweet-talk for the pillow. If you really love me, you’ll treat me like I deserve.”

I sniffled, “OK, you filthy cum-whore.”

“Much better.” She grinned, then turned around, and resumed her role as my dog. A moment later, one of Faltia’s officers walked through the tent flap, and gave me a smart salute.

“Major Roy Alkandra reporting for outreach duty, ma’am!” He announced with a shaky voice.

“Already?” I chuckled, checking my timepiece, “It’s a little early in the day for public humiliation, isn’t it? Oh, who am I kidding? It’s never too early. What was your offence, Major?”

“Gambling, ma’am.”

“Ooo, that’s Faltia’s big no-no.” I purred, assessing my newest victim, “When we were rangers, Captain Dafian –that’s Commander Faltia to you— Captain Dafian would turn a blind eye to sex and drugs, but if he caught his soldiers gambling with each other, he’d come down hard. Pet, could you give the major an enema bag?”

“Ma’am?!” Major Roy asked, his voice tight with alarm.

I procured a sheet of paper from my desk. “Fighting will get you put in stockades and paddled, failure to comply will get you drawn and whipped, disobeying a direct order will get you the cross; these are the punishments Faltia and I agreed upon, but your commander left the punishment for gambling up to my discretion. She trusted my imagination with such things. Now,” my lips curved into a wicked smile, “strip to your birthday suit, spread your cheeks, and bend over. We need to clean you out, Major; we wouldn’t want to make a mess of the stage, now would we?”

ALEXA

A crowd had formed before the stage that fronted Eva’s tent. I paused my work to watch the show. Eva had put the poor orc in stirrups, and was seeing just how far she could put her fist up his ass. He hollered and groaned, but it wasn’t all bad for him. Soraya was there to suck his shamefully-aroused cock while the crowd jeered and cheered. I sighed, wishing I could join in the fun, and turned my attention back to the task at hand. The stadium was almost complete. Despite it being the largest structure by footprint in the city, it had been the easiest to build. It was a massive bowl dug out from the stone quarry, tiered back to accommodate half the two-hundred-thousand population at once. It practically created itself, seeing as how the trolls who mined it tiered it toward the center to create steps anyway. All we had to do was even-out the steps, add a box for the esteemed citizenry, and let Tim decorate the outside with statues of battle. The massive stones that were mined from it were then shaped and cut by the Ardeni masons, and sent to the construction crews downtown.

I looked out at the city. The progress we’d made was simply breathtaking. With a workforce of over five-thousand at my disposal, and the trolls who made cranes and hydraulic lifts unnecessary, we’d built all fifty towers along the main street, and were laying the foundations for a hundred more along two side streets. It was inevitable that the urban strip would begin to spread, and so with much persuasion on Kiera’s part, we’d convinced Arbor to let us cut down a few square miles of the surrounding forest. The timber was not wasted. I’d zoned out plots for unorganized expansion between the shore and river, and the orcs had quickly taken to building commercial districts that sprawled out along makeshift roads for miles. All new development had to be downstream of the Knife River to avoid water contamination, and since the waste from the towers was emptied into gutters that ran into the watershed, it made that part of Alkandra rather stinky. We needed some kind of filtration system.

KIERA

“Gods, that smell is absolutely horrendous.” Arbor said plainly as we walked along the river. One side of the Knife River was lush green fields, and the other was stone and timber urban sprawl that stretched for miles to the shoreline. It seemed like every time I blinked a new building was erected. The disparity in architecture between Alexa’s carefully planned city center and the tribespeople’s entropy-driven engineering was astounding. Over time, I imagined that Alexa would sequester sections of the shanty town for her own development to ease the transition, but for now, it looked like someone had shit rocks and wood next to a utopian metropolis.

“That’s what I came to ask you about,” I said, stopping by the brown river. “Is there something you can do about this?”

“I can plant algae that will consume the biodegradables, but it will need to be harvested down river or it will suck all the oxygen from the water.” Arbor said, “The harvested algae can be used to feed the livestock; that way, we will not need to use cropland to feed them.”

“Killing two birds with one stone; I like it.”

Arbor blinked at me. “We are not killing birds, Kiera, we are harvesting… this is an expression, is it not? It means to complete two tasks with one solution.”

“You catch on fast.” I chuckled.

Arbor chuckled with me, then paused, and placed her hand over my belly. “Kiera, you are with child.”

“About time. All the other herms already got knocked up. Is it Furia’s?”

“It is.”

“I figured. So, Eva and I will carry her babies, Alexa will carry mine, and Furia will carry Eva’s. Is it a girl or a hermaphrodite?”

“Neither. It is a boy.”

“A boy?!”

“It seems that when two hermaphrodites sire a male, it is a pure male.” Arbor smiled at my belly, “The first dark-blooded male in history. This one will be trouble, Kiera.”

Speaking of trouble children. I thought, watching Rose come bounding through the rows of crops with a smile on her face.

“Hi Kiera!” She said brightly, and pulled me into a hug. I hugged her back, making very certain that it stayed platonic under Arbor’s scrutinizing gaze. She pulled back with a devious smile on her face, and held out a pipe, “I got something special for you today.”

FURIA

Finding magistrates that I could trust had been a nightmare. Firstly, they had to be literate, and Soraya had scooped up all the literate orcs she could get her hands on. Secondly, they had to be unbiased, and an unbiased tribal orc was a fairytale. Thirdly, they had to be truthful, and while orcs were not liars, truth and fact were not always synonymous to them. So, I decided to settle on my fourth requirement, and that was that they be completely loyal to me. And out of the woodwork, came some very unexpected candidates.

The power-hungry matriarchs looked to infuse themselves with any positions of prominence, and so they gave me their daughters to be magistrates of Alkandra. I tried to impress upon them the commitment of the position; none of the magistrates could be in contact with the matriarchs, nor could they preside over cases involving their own tribes, or tribes of their enemies. Furthermore, all magistrates would have to live in the castle with me to ensure that their loyalties would not be tested, and they were not allowed to have families while under my tutelage. That nugget of information only made the matriarchs more eager to sign the contract. I suspected ulterior motives, and when I informed them that I could not impregnate their daughters, some of their gusto left them. Still, it was important for them to keep their families in positions of high standing, and so I was given thirty-nine she-orc bachelorettes from the ages of eighteen to twenty-three to live in my wing of the castle. What could go wrong?

When I opened the dormitory door the next day to find a massive brawl going on in the study lounge, I knew I had my work cut out for me. I would have to systematically break down their tribal identities, and instill a new identity, one of sisterhood for the cause of law. Though they hated each other, they respected and admired me nearly to the point of worship, which made instructing them an easy task. Inevitably, however, their womanly needs intersected my masculine desires, and my class of future magistrates deteriorated into my harem. And I had tried oh-so-hard to keep everything professional.

I soon found that sex was a very useful tool to indoctrinate the young women. The more I fucked them, the more my incubus seduction took hold of them, and the more receptive they became. My power fetish was thoroughly entrenched when I realized that my dick could literally change their brain chemistry. Perhaps it was unethical, but they didn’t seem to mind. Pride was the first thing that needed to be stripped from them, for orc pride would be their undoing. The punishment for a corrupt magistrate was to be drawn and quartered in the arena, and I felt a responsibility akin to parentship over the she-orcs. So, I had to make them uncomfortable. As Eva taught me, there is no growth without pain, but since I wasn’t a sadist like she, I went about breaking down my students differently.

“Please Magistrate Augustinia!” Esitiok Balktar whined. She was nineteen, slender and nubile, her pale-green flesh tattooed in tribal savagery, but her face remarkably girlish and innocent. That face was contorted in strain and pleasure as my index fingers slowly stirred her puckered green anus, the digit becoming wet with what was drooling down her taint. She was on her back atop my desk, her black magistrate robes opened to reveal her nakedness, her wrists and ankles bound spread-eagle, her head in clamps. Her older sister, Heciok Balktar, squatted over her face, straining with trembling thighs not to engage in the incestual depravity I’d positioned them in. It was a picture of arousal and humiliation that I wished I could paint for posterity. God, what had happened to me?

“Heciok,” I lectured before the rapt eyes of my surrounding thirty-seven students, “what are the three edicts of Alkandran law?”

“Justice is fair, justice is blind, and justice is vengeful!” Heciok sputtered, squirming in the ropes I’d tied that squeezed her large green breasts and bound her hands behind her back.

“Very good, Heciok.” I smiled.

“Thank you, Magistrate Augustinia!” Heciok managed to be elated by my praise despite her uncomfortable state. I turned my attention to her older sister.

“Esitiok,” I said, increasing the radius of my stirring motion, “if no physical evidence is presented, how many credible witnesses are needed to convict a defendant?”

“Oh…” she groaned, her hips rotating with my finger, her pussy salivating hungrily, “…four?”

“I’m sorry, the correct answer was ‘five.’” I sighed, and added a second finger. Her moans became louder, the rivulets of nectar running down her taint became thicker. “Heciok,” I said to the older sister as she whimpered in her squatting position, “on what grounds can a defendant demand a trial by combat?”

“I don’t know, Magistrate Augustinia!” She cried, squirming to stay upright.

I gestured broadly with my free hand. “Why don’t you ask your fellow classmates then? I’m sure they would love to help you.”

Heciok looked around frantically, but she was only met with vindictive smirks.

I added a third finger to poor Esitiok, and she squealed, shaking her head in the clamps, her body gyrating in pleasure.

“Do you know why no one will help you two?” I asked the sisters, “It’s because you have been cruel to your classmates, and have not yet accepted the bonds of this sisterhood. Your outside identities mean nothing. Your name means nothing. You are magistrates in training, and your duties are to your country, not to your tribe.”

“Magistrate Augustinia, please!” Heciok pleaded, the table shaking with her quivering legs.

I just smiled, and added a fourth finger to her younger sister’s anus. Her green rim squeezed me like an anal cuff, the spokes in her flesh stretching along the twitching rim. I gazed at Heciok, “You can always try and guess the answer.”

“Hurry Heciok!” Esitiok pleaded, her voice rich with pleasure as she stared into her older sister’s spread pussy.

“Um…” Heciok knitted her brow, “in order to demand a trial by combat, the defendant must have… a sword?”

“I’m sorry, Heciok, but a defendant can only demand a trial by combat if the verdict of the magistrate and the verdict of the jury differ.” I placed my other hand on Esitiok’s leaking pussy, and gently pinched her engorged clit. The woman screamed, and Heciok screamed with her when her legs suddenly gave out. Her crotch landed on her Esitiok’s mouth, and Esitiok’s chin went static beneath her, trying with all her might not to do what was inevitable.

“Taste her, Esitiok.” I whispered, “Taste your older sister, and give in to the sisterhood. We’re all sisters here, so what does it matter if you came from the same cunt? All the other siblings have succumbed to each other already, so why do you resist? Lick the forbidden nectar; it is the sweetest, after all.”

With the sensual twist of my fingers on her clit, and the gentle violation of my fingers in her tight anus, I compelled Esitiok’s body to relax. Heciok pleaded silently with me, her lower lip trembling, but there would be no mercy for her. Esitiok’s clit began throbbing in my fingers, her juices began spurting from her vacant slit. Her thighs trembled with the imminence of release, but I would not give it to her. I tortured her with pleasure until I saw her chin finally go slack, and her tongue slide out to venture into her sister’s slit.

“Esitiok!” Heciok cried, horrified at what she was feeling. I controlled the motion of Esitiok’s tongue with my fingers, mastering her like a puppet, and in turn, gaining mastery over her older sister. I watched the change come over them both. Esitiok’s trepidation slowly faded, and she moaned into her sister’s depths as she undulated to the motions of my fingers, pleading torpidly for release. Heciok’s whimpers subsided, and little gasps came from her mouth. She clenched her jaw, trying to deny the sounds that were bubbling in her throat, but I saw the twitches between her spread legs, and the clenches of her abdomen. I saw the way her pussy drooled its juices down her sister’s chin. Her neck striated to hold back the cry, but she could not, and she sounded it out, ashamed, pure, and joyous, and the class cheered to hear it. No longer able to deny her ecstasy, she gyrated atop her sister’s face, her hips rolling, the delectable fat of her waist creasing.

“Oh god, lick me Esitiok!” She cried in surrender.

“Sisters,” I said, “Esitiok and Heciok have finally joined the sisterhood. Welcome them!” And I withdrew my fingers just as the girls descended upon the pair, grasping their breasts, putting their mouths on their parts, exchanging smiling kisses and gaping moans. Robes were discarded and tattooed green flesh was exposed, and my desk became a pile of women.

A pair of hands undid my robe, and another parted my legs. Kilok was on her knees behind me, planting her face between my supple cheeks, her lips wrapping around my anus, her tongue pushing through. Then Perciak was beneath me, kneeling beside her friend, lifting me between their faces so that she could plunge her tongue into my slit. Gertiak was kneeling before me, my brightest student, my shining star, and she devoured my tattooed cock to the base, gagging and gurgling, but still diligently ravaging her throat. Resecelliok took one of my nipples in her mouth, and Yuniara took the other, and they nursed upon me in that ferocious way orcs do, their tusks grazing, their lips pulling with a ravenous sensuality. I tilted my head back, my body turned to jelly by the wet probing invasion of tongues in my hot soft places, and I lounged splendidly atop my throne of women.

“Governess, what can I help you with?” I asked Adrianna, peeking from the corner of my eye.

“Governess?” She asked with an incredulous smile.

“I can’t teach my students respect if I don’t show it.”

Adrianna glanced at my predicament. “I wish I didn’t have to come all the way up here to see you in the morning.”

“I told you I have to be here for them overnight. It’s necessary… oh, Perciak, keep doing that!... it’s necessary for properly indoctrinating them. They graduate tomorrow morning, and I’ll be back in your bed tomorrow night.”

Adrianna smiled ruefully, “I didn’t want to sound needy.”

I grinned her, “I like that you do though. Care to join?”

“I’d love to, but I have to be at the docks shortly. The Lowlands ambassador is coming here today, and he needs to meet all of us.”

“I’ll see if I can’t squirrel away some time this afternoon. Should I wear my ass-kissing lipstick?”

“No, Furia.” She grinned, “I think he’ll be the one wearing the brown gloss.”

ADRIANNA

Most of the hybrids now had tattoos everywhere on their body. Soraya and Faltia even had them on their fingers. Alexa had kept her breasts and belly bare, which I thought was a striking contrast. Kiera and Brianna’s many tattoos were individual and separated with flesh, while Eva’s elaborate scene of debauchery flowed uninterrupted over her entire body, ending at the collar. Furia broke with tradition by getting tattoos only in places none of the others had them. She had surprised us all when her first tattoo was on her face. It was a beautiful tribal design that flowed around her left brow, circled her left eye, ran down her cheek, and traced her jaw until it tapered at the chin. She explained that the ancient Alkandran magistrates tattooed the design to mark their devotion to the law. It made her girlish face look fierce and distinguished, and I had it between my legs as soon as I could. For a week, Furia was content with having no other tattoos, leaving her body completely bare. That was, until Certiok and her got drunk one afternoon, and Furia stumbled back with the Terdini fertility symbol tattooed over her magnificent cock. Us hybrids healed fast, so the flesh was already renewed by the time I tested the taste of her newly-decorated organ.

As for me, I still hadn’t gotten my first tattoo. I guess I was just more ***********ive with what I put on my body than the rest. I was definitely more ***********ive than Brianna.

“See?” She laughed, her robe hiked up to her hips, her hands spreading her cheeks.

“Wow.” I said flatly. It was both my reaction, and what Brianna now had tattooed over her asshole, the ‘o’ circumnavigating her rim.

She opened and closed her anus, and I stay my reaction to play with it, and instead grabbed her robe, and shoved it back down. “The ambassador is about to arrive, Brianna. Act normal for at least the first five minutes.”

I watched the Lowland ships approaching the dock. I never trusted King Dreus when I was a Highlander, and I sure as shit didn’t trust him as an Alkandran. When Soraya had seen the trade deal Yavara had signed, she’d spit out her morning coffee. It was, quite simply, robbery. Well, we’d be renegotiating that, as wells as some other things. We’d make sure Prince Mathew Dreus felt the full brunt of Alkandran hospitality. The trade ship docked at the silver mines, and the ramp came down, but no trolls were there to greet them with great mounds of silver. The ambassador’s ship docked by the castle, and the ramp was cast down. A single man walked down it. He was tall, tan and brown-haired, his complexion shining with boyish youth, his features regal and proud. The second-born son of King Albert Dreus.

“My lord,” I said, bowing, “I am Governess Adrianna Alkandra. This is Populations Director Brianna Dedaclia. We are honored to have you as a guest.”

Prince Mathew executed a practiced bow in return, and answered, “Governess Adrianna, Director Dedaclia; the honor is mine.” He stood up straight, and smiled with a mouth full of perfect teeth, “My god, you two are a vision. I thought I’d landed on an island of sirens when I first stepped off the ship.”

“Thanks bro.” Brianna giggled in the sluttiest way imaginable.

Prince Mathew blinked. “Did you just call me, ‘bro?’”

I took his arm and scowled at the smirking Brianna. “We like to keep things a little informal in Alkandra.”

I guided Prince Mathew through the main boulevard, showing off the architecture and artistry of the urban strip.

“My father always said he’d love to demolish Ardeni and start over,” Prince Mathew said as we stopped at the bridge over the Knife River. “Every king before him had to add their own flair to the city, and since we’ve had hundreds of kings, the city is a disaster. I wish I could add my flair to the beautiful disaster, but alas, I was born second.”

“Alexa will be Alkandra’s chief architect for centuries.” I said, “The city will grow by her vision alone.”

“And I’m sure it will be magnificent.” Prince Mathew said, critically eyeing a large building that would become Alkandra’s university once we established an education system. “So,” he said, “you two used to be men.”

“But I’m still just a boy at heart.” Brianna snickered, resting on the railing beside him in such a way that her breasts floated from her robe.

Prince Mathew ignored her, instead looking at me. “When we got the message from Zander that Thomas Adarian had become governess of Alkandra, we were… curious as to what that meant.”

“Not what you expected?” I asked, giving him a nice side angle of my cleavage.

“A pleasant surprise, to be sure.” Prince Mathew smiled, not even glancing down.

“Why are you here, Prince Mathew?”

“To establish an embassy in Alkandra, and begin constructing a mirror relay so that our sovereigns can speak face to face.” He pointed to a tall hill that overlooked the bay, “The first mirror should go there. I surveyed other high points along the coast that we can use. Our crews will build halfway there, and yours will build the other half.”

“Actually, your crews will build the entire thing.” I said, “We won’t be devoting any resources to Ardeni projects.”

“It’s a joint project.”

“And how does it benefit us?” I asked, leaning on the railing, “Will your king try to lure our queen into another predatory trade deal? Or will he perhaps request to use her sovereign highways without penalty to trade with the Bearded Peaks?”

“Statecraft is a fine game, and you’re being very blunt.”

“We only speak bluntly, Prince Mathew.” I smiled sweetly, “We might look pretty, but we’re beasts, and beasts aren’t prone to subtlety.”

Prince Mathew sighed, “Is the tour over already, governess? Time to get to brass-tax and all that?”

“We can continue the tour if your like.” I indicated my head toward the sprawling city that hugged the river for miles, “That is the real Alkandra.”

Prince Mathew regarded it with a sneer. “No, Ardeni has enough slums of its own. I don’t need to see yours.”

“What about the stadium?” Brianna asked.

“The stadium?” Prince Mathew’s interest was obviously piqued, “You have an arena?”

“The largest in the world.”

“Bigger than The Pit in Drastin?”

“Almost twice as big.”

“I am… intrigued.”

We made our way through the shanty town, and contrary to Prince Mathew’s dismissal, it was nothing like the destitute slums of Ardeni. There were narcotic shops between bakeries and butchers, sex clubs between clothing stores and blacksmiths, and bars between textiles and pottery shops. Tattoo parlors were next to daycares, bare-knuckle boxing rings were next to medical kiosks, warg fighting rings were next to puppy mills, theatres were next to strip clubs, and schools were next to combat training studios. Prostitutes advertised their bodies within birdcages that hung from poles, freakshow actors performed stunts in the streets, tribal dancers showed off their moves and percussion musicians blasted their tomes from every corner. There weren’t just orcs either. Goblins, centaurs, ogres, beastkin, succubi, incubi, kitsunes, and fauns all walked the streets, most of them as wild as the forest they’d come from. Brawls flooded out of taverns, people fucked in the middle of the road, drunks and druggies expelled their fluids everywhere. It would’ve seemed like hell to Thomas Adarian. Now, it seemed like home.

Prince Mathew gawked wide-eyed at everything surrounding him. More than once I saw him flinch and reach for his sword, whatever good that would’ve done him.

“Shouldn’t we have an honor guard?” He said, his voice pitched high in alarm.

“We’re not good enough for you?” Brianna giggled.

“With all due respect, Population Director, I don’t think you’ll be much help if a berserk centaur charges me!”

“Why would that happen? Do you owe any centaurs money?” Brianna tittered.

“No one will harm you with us around.” I assured the prince, “The citizens here revere us.”

“Don’t you fear assassins?”

“Only a suicidal assassin would try to kill us here.” I said, and then shot out my arm before Prince Mathew walked right into the middle of fight. Two massive ogres roared as they dealt each other crushing blows, the street shaking with their footfalls. The ten-foot behemoths struck each other with haymakers that would’ve planted me into the bedrock, then they wrestled through a kiosk, destroying pots and pans, vases and bowls. The poor shop owner screamed in dismay as the ogres stepped back, and drew their mighty clubs.

“Isn’t someone going to do something?!” Prince Mathew shrieked, “The constables are just standing there!”

Five of Faltia’s watchmen stood on the sidelines with the rest of the crowd, a few of them placing bets. The ogres charged each other once more, swinging their clubs overhead. The weapons smashed together, a sound like an explosion blasting from the collision, and they whirled on each other, their great clubs humming through the air in a blur. One ducked the other’s swing, then sprang off the ground in a mighty leap, screamed with his club raised high, and brought it down on the other’s head, splattering it like a watermelon. The crowd roared, and the dead ogre took two reflexive steps before wobbling, and crashing to the ground.

Brianna applauded fervently, absolutely delighted by the display, and I conceded a few claps of my own before I pointed to the watchmen, and yelled, “Arrest this ogre.”

The ogre wheeled on me. “What did I do?”

“What did you do?!” Prince Mathew squeaked.

I pointed to the destroyed kiosk. “That’s criminal destruction of property. You’ll see a magistrate in three days about paying restitution, but until then, you’ll be in the mines.”

The watchmen hauled out a massive set of irons, and clamped them around the ogre’s outstretched wrists. His shoulders slumped as he was guided toward the silver mines, the sound of applause and cheers carrying him away. I pulled one of the remaining watchmen aside, and demanded his badge number. Gambling while on watch was forbidden.

“If you don’t want me telling Commander Faltia about this, you better get rid of this body.” I hissed, pointing at the headless hulk in the street.

“By myself?!”

I shrugged. “Get a hacksaw.”

From there, we took the shaken Ardeni prince toward the quarry. Here, the street widened to accommodate the increase in traffic. The stadium was becoming the centerpiece of the city, and so the buildings grew taller, and the debauchery became greater. While revelers frolicked, fought and fucked in the streets, twenty-foot-tall trolls lumbered down the construction causeway with great rectangular stones on their backs, heading toward the urban strip. The crowd became tighter, and soon, I was packed in with the foot-traffic of Alkandra, and had to hold the hapless prince’s hand lest he get washed away. We finally broke through the crowd, and there before us, was the Alkandran Arena. It was an enormous bowl dug into the quarry, rimmed at street-level with great statues of battle that Tim and his apprentice stone masons had made. It didn’t come off the ground like traditional coliseums, but the way it opened up was spectacular.

“Pretty amazing, huh?” I asked him. I turned with a smug smile to see his reaction, but he wasn’t looking at the wonder before him. No, he was staring slack-jawed at Eva’s stage.

Eva had on a circus conductor’s hat, and with her lion-tamer’s whip, she herded six naked orcs around a walking carousel, their collars linked to chains that were all looped at the top of the carousel, where a lever connected to a bullseye released the entire contraption. Eva’s assistant, the lovely Soraya, had on clown makeup and a frilly skirt over her gold-chain dress, and was rapidly crawling away from the lead orc like a terrified bunny at a dog race, setting the pace for the debauched carnival ride.

“They…” Prince Mathew blinked himself back to reality, “they are… hybrids, are they not? Women of great standing in your society?”

“Yeah. That’s First Scribe Soraya Poneria in the clown outfit, and Outreach Director Eva Alecia is the conductor.” I said.

“And you let them act like this?! In front of everyone?!”

Brianna guffawed. “Shit bro, I’d be joining them if I didn’t have to chaperone your tight ass.”

“Brianna, be nice!”

Prince Mathew turned to me. “And you, Governess?”

“I’ve been the clown a few times.” I confessed with a smile.

He stared at me like he didn’t recognize me at all, then looked back at the carousel. “And… and what happens when the orcs catch her?”

“Use your imagination.” Brianna giggled.

“What’s more interesting,” I said with a sly smile, taking the prince by the arm, “is what happens if someone manages to hit that target up there.”

“I think I’ll pass.”

“Brianna?”

“I was always a terrible shot. Plus, I didn’t bring my kneepads.”

“Governess!” Certiok called from the vendor’s booth, “Care to try your luck, birthmother?”

“Birthmother?” Prince Mathew inquired.

“It’s a long story.” I said, and left him to be babysat by Brianna while I strolled over to Certiok. I greeted her with our typical animalistic kiss, grabbing and squeezing her ass until my fingers disappeared in the fat. I didn’t doubt that Prince Mathew’s eyes were bugging out of his head, but I also didn’t really care too much.

“You’re manning the booth today?” I asked her when we parted.

“Eva put me up to it.” Certiok rolled her eyes to the carny hat atop her braided head, “We had a bet, I lost. Who’s the human staring at us?”

“Prince Mathew Dreus.”

“Oooo, royalty.” She cooed, looking over my shoulder at him, “He’s a cutie pie.”

“And a virgin.” I grinned, tossing her a gold piece.

“Adrianna,” she said in a low voice, “what are you going to do to that poor, innocent boy?”

“So many terrible, terrible things,” I chuckled, taking the bow and arrow from her. “Wish me luck!”

“No!” She giggled, “I rather see you with clown-face on.”

“You’ll be disappointed.” I said over my shoulder, then stepped to the challenger’s podium, and nocked my arrow. Eva whipped an orc hard across the back, the sadistic delight shining bright her eyes. Then those eyes fell on me, and they widened.

“Not you, you fucking—”

And I shot the arrow over the heads of the spectators, across the stage, and right into the bullseye at the top of the carousel. The chains around the orcs’ necks released. There was a beautiful moment when Eva stared in slack-jawed horror, and the orcs grinned back at her with vengeance in their eyes. Then she turned on her heel, and sprinted for the tent. But Soraya was faster, and she pounced on her Domina.

“No! No! No!” Soraya scolded Eva, “This was the game, Domina, and you have to follow the rules!”

“Adrianna, you whooOOOOORE!” Eva’s shout turned to a scream as she was picked up by her hair, then her scream was silenced when a fat orc cock was shoved down her throat. Another orc took his position beneath her, and a third took his position behind her, and she was simultaneously penetrated in both holes, the meat stretching her elastic entrances to their limits. The other three orcs surrounded her, one wrapping a collar around her neck, another whipping her across the back, a third taking off the nipple clamps Eva had bestowed upon him and returning them to their rightful owner. Soraya was left pitifully unattended, and had to tap one of the orcs on the shoulder to get his attention, then presented her body with open arms and a hopeful smile. She was grabbed, and given what she was owed.

The crowd cheered, and I bowed, and hopped from the challenger’s podium. I received pats on the back, smacks on the ass, and I made out with a few strangers before I got back to Brianna and Prince Mathew.

“Show off.” Brianna sneered, unabashedly eye-fucking me.

“How could you?!” Prince Mathew exclaimed, “She was your friend, and you—”

“Gave her exactly what she wanted?” I laughed, “Eva’s a dom, so the only way she can get off being a sub, is if she’s forced into the situation. Why do you think she designed the game that way?”

“She doesn’t seem to be enjoying herself.”

“Look closer, Your Highness.” I chuckled. One of the orcs shifted his hips, giving everyone a clear view of Eva, her back forced upright, her legs forced wide apart, one cock driving into her ass, one cock driving into her pussy, and a third cock -her cock- was curving back and leaking with pleasure. Cum dripped like lava from the tip, spurting thick ropes every time the orc behind her jammed his cock against her prostate. I though Prince Mathew’s jaw might fall off.

“Oh,” Brianna pinched his cheek, “is it bigger than yours?”

“Don’t touch me!” He tried to slap her hand away, but it was already gone.

“Brianna, didn’t I tell you to be nice?” I scolded.

“I’ve been trying to be nice, but every time a drop a hint, he just trips right over it!” She threw up her hands, “Good God, Your Highness, do you need me to suck your cock for you to pick up what I’m putting down here?”

Prince Mathew blushed to the roots of his hair, and Brianna’s face fell in shameful realization.

“Aw, shit.” She muttered, “What are you? Sixteen? Seventeen?”

“Eighteen.” He mumbled.

“Your dad sent an eighteen-year-old virgin to be the ambassador to Alkandra?” She asked incredulously, “What was he thinking?”

“He sent me here because I’m a homosexual.”

“Oh.” Brianna straightened up, and tidied her robes, “Well, now I feel a lot less insulted. Whew, I was worried for a second.”

“You narcissistic bitch!” I laughed.

“Guiltyyyyy.” She sang and threw her arm around Prince Mathew’s shoulder, “Hey bro. One time, back when I was a dude, I got really drunk with another dude, and we were out on patrol by ourselves with nothing to do, and you know… what I’m saying is, there’s nothing to be ashamed of. In case you haven’t noticed by now, being gay isn’t exactly exotic over here in Alkandra.”

Prince Mathew snarled, shook off Brianna’s arms, and sprinted straight for the stadium.

“Damn, what’s up his ass?” Brianna mused.

“Low hanging fruit, Brianna.”

“Are you gonna pick it? Or are you just gonna let it rot?”

“Fine. It’s what isn’t up his ass that’s the problem.”

“That’a girl.” Brianna grinned, then cocked her head as she watched the prince scramble around the corner. “Alexa’s in there. I wonder what she’ll make of our wayward royalty?”

“You think she’ll have more luck with him than we did?”

“She has the prerequisite equipment, but… she’s Alexa. We need someone with a firmer hand.”

“Our enforcer is out of commission for the moment.” I said, gesturing to the triple-stuffed Eva Alecia.

“She has too firm a hand anyway. I was thinking someone whose persuasive skills were more refined.”

I chuckled, “I’ll send Furia a messenger bird.”

ALEXA

I wiped my brow, and sighed. The late summer sun was brutal near the bay, and the humidity wasn’t much better. At least I’d forgone modesty a while ago. I took off my shirt, then my pants, then just decided work boots were the only clothes I needed for the day. I often made that decision, and it was distracting for my project leaders. I had to relieve them with my body just to get their focus back on the task at hand. There you go again, blaming other people for being a slut. I thought with a smile to myself. I guessed I still needed excuses for getting gangbanged by my subordinates. It was just a tiny piece of the old Alexa I kept for myself, maybe for nostalgia. Maybe I just liked playing a part while ten orcs ravaged my holes. Unfortunately, there were no orcs in the stadium.

“Tim!” I called to my partner, “Tell the big fellas to take a break! It’s too hot to work!”

Tim waved a massive hairy hand from the bottom of quarry, put down his saw, and left for break. We’d made great strides since dawn, and only the last few flights of risers needed to be levelled out before the stadium was done. I inspected the thirty-foot statue of an orc stabbing a centaur behind me, and then my eyes fell on a lone human sprinting through the entrance and plastering himself to the statue’s base right beside me. He looked over his shoulder, breathing heavily, then he sighed, and slid down the wall into a sitting position.

“Hey.” I said to him.

He was so startled that his circlet leapt right off his head.

“You’re the ambassador, right?” I asked, sitting down beside him, “You spent your whole life in the architectural wonder that is Ardeni Dreus, so you tell me; what am I missing with these towers?”

“W-w-what?” He stammered frightfully.

“I wanted the base structure to be brutalist, but the statues give it kind of a neoclassical look. I really like how it’s turned out -a clash of modern and antiquity-, but there’s something missing, and I don’t get what.”

He blinked stupidly for a second, then adjusted the circlet on his head. “Um… your windows are the wrong size for brutalist architecture.”

“How do you mean?”

“They’re too well-proportioned within the frame of the tower. What you have is a strange amalgamation of gothic and brutalism for your base structure. Too plain to be gothic, but too proportioned to be purely brutalist.”

“Huh,” I mused, “shit, you’re right. I’ll have to change the windows.”

“You can also just fill in some if you’re really going for that post-fascist-dystopian look.” He gestured to the classical statures around us, “Echoes of empires lost clashing with the modern sentiment dying mysticism.”

“No, I wanted to convey more of a new-world kingdom feel. More optimistic.”

“Then bigger windows are your solution.”

“Well, thanks a ton mister…”

“Prince Mathew Dreus.” He said, taking my hand.

“Prince? Was I supposed to curtsy?”

“With what?” He laughed, and then quickly averted his wandering eyes from my crotch. That little action put all the pieces into place.

“Did Brianna and Adrianna chase you off?”

“Mostly Brianna.”

“She can be really forward, can’t she?” I chuckled, “Everything’s a joke to her. She doesn’t want you to take her seriously until she’s got your cock in her mouth, then all of the sudden you realize she wasn’t joking at all.”

“Yeah.” He snorted.

“Well, besides all the debauchery, how do you like the city?”

“It’s well planned. You can see how things are accounted for with care, the spatial separations are good, the city flows well. The sooner you get your hands on the shanties, the better.”

“Alkandra can’t be a soulless engineering project. I have built the foundation of it, but the real city must grow on its own.”

“That’s an interesting philosophy.”

“It’s Alkandra’s philosophy. This place doesn’t judge you for who you are or what you want, only for your ability to get it.”

He snorted. “They say the same thing about Ardeni, but that’s simply not true. Oh, if you’re a commoner, you can be free as a daisy, but there can be no flowers in the High Court.”

“Maybe it’s good your dad sent you here then.” I said, my pinky interlocking his. He looked into my eyes, and I smiled gently into his, “Did you notice that no one followed you, Prince Mathew? Can I call you Matt? The reason no one followed you, is because they knew you didn’t want to be followed. And now here you are, alone in the place with me, and no one’s watching us.”

“I… uh…”

“I know what you want, Matt.” I said, my fingers sliding up his arm, “It’s what I want too. All the other girls like me -Kiera, Eva, Furia- they treat me like meat, but with you, I feel like I could maybe be treated differently.”

“Like how?”

My fingers slid behind his head, “Like how a man should be treated by another man.” I gently angled his head so that his eyes rested on my lap.

He swallowed and blinked, his lower lip trembling. “I don’t even know your name.”

“Alexa. But you can call me ‘Alex’ if you want.” I giggled, running my hands through his wonderful curls, “I kind of like it, actually.”

“Alex, I… I…”

“Sweetie, it’s nothing to be scared of. Mine’s nice and small, and when it gets hard,” I whispered as it began to rise on demand, “it only gets a little thicker. You can’t even see my pussy right now, can you? And my tits are small enough that if I stretch like this,” I arched my back against the wall, “well, then I just look like a pretty boy. Just like you, Matt; my pretty little prince.”

“I can’t do this.” He breathed, staring rapturously at my cock as it engorged fully.

I ran my thumb along his smooth jawline, not a whisker to be seen on it. His lips were full and luscious, never before kissed. Why was it that when I saw purity, I wanted more than anything to defile it? Why couldn’t I leave something untainted? If I were Eva or Furia, I probably would’ve forced the issue until he loved it, but that wasn’t me. Even when I was with women, I was never the dominant partner. I could not be domineering like Furia or Eva, or even confidently masculine like Kiera could be. I was too tender a soul, and yet, I desired beyond de***********ion to be this man’s dominant, just for once to know what it was like. I could smell his weakness and trepidation, and it confused me almost as much as it aroused me. I did not know how to proceed, and so I would be very careful, and lead with a very light touch

I pressed my body against his side, and brought my mouth to his ear. I licked around the shell, and felt him shudder. I slowly slid my hand up his thigh until I felt his bulge. Oh, he was blessed. My fingers ran the length of him, then pushed beneath his waistband. He gasped.

“It’s OK,” I whispered in his ear as I gently grasped his cock, “I’ll take care of you, Matt. Just do what I say, and everything will be fine.”

With my grasping hand, I pulled his cock from his pants, and with the other, I angled his face toward mine, and kiss him. He was trepid and awkward, staring at me as my tongue entered his mouth, but I was soothing and sensual, guiding him with infinite patience. His inexperience made him submissive to me, and I nurtured that submissive side, gently subduing him with lips and tongue, carefully molding his virgin sexuality to my liking. When he tried to cup my cheek, I intercepted his hand with mine, and guided it to my crotch. I had to suppress a sharp inhalation was his fingers brushed my tip, for I did not want him to know how reactive my body was.

“That’s it,” I whispered on his lips, parting the kiss, “you can touch me there. Don’t be shy.”

I leaned back against the wall, and stroked him as he wrapped his unsure fingers around me.

“You know what to do.” I smiled, and he smiled nervously back, and began to stroke me. This time, I could not hide the sudden hiss that came through my lips, and my reaction emboldened him. His hand moved with more gusto, squeezing me at the base, then drawing up along the shaft, applying pressure so that the pleasure bulged before his grip, and bubbled out of my tip. My control over him was precarious, and I knew the dynamic could shift at any moment unless I regained my edge.

“Taste it.” I commanded softly, keeping my voice steady.

He looked up at me uncertainly, and I let go of his cock, and ran both my hands through his lush locks. “I know you’ve fantasized about it,” I said, gently guiding his head down, “you’ve gone over this moment so many times in your mind, that you already know what to do. Just let go, and follow your instincts.”

He looked inquisitively at the cock in his hand, then opened his lips, and kissed the tip. His tongue came out, and curiously licked me, running back and forth along my aperture until the head was pulsing and purple. I bit my lip and moaned, arching my back from the wall, struggling to keep my motions sensual and commanding. I applied steady pressure to the back of his head, not exerting him, but guiding him to the next step.

“Mmm,” I hummed a luxuriant moan, “now suck it, Matt. Just open those lips around it, and take it as deep as you can.”

He looked up at me from his coiled bangs, and slowly opened his mouth around the head. His teeth grazed me, but he retracted them quickly, and sealed his lips around my crease. My brows knitted together with pleasure, and my breaths became slow and heavy. I pushed down a little harder on the back of his head, and he slowly took me in.

“Yes!” I hissed, balling my hands in his hair, not pulling it, but keeping a firm grip, “that’s it! Just like that!”

My cock was short enough that most of it was in his mouth before my tip reached his throat. I didn’t pressure him to go deeper, but relaxed my grip in his hair, and pet him lovingly, running my fingers through his mane and down his neck. I looked dotingly upon him as he gave me a proud open-mouthed smile, and drew up, his sucking lips emitting little slurps until he was at my crease, and he rotated before going back down. I let out a long breath, and relaxed, feeling secure in my ability to control myself. I continued to nurture his demure sexuality, plying him with praise, grooming his hair with my fingers, smiling warmly upon him, making him feel safe. Making him desire my safety.

“You’re doing such a good job.” I whispered, “You make me feel so good, Matt. I can make you feel good, you know. I’ve had a lot of practice. I’ll teach you everything you want to know. You can come visit me, and we’ll do it in a private place where no one will see us. Would you like that?”

He nodded .

I grinned. “I’ll keep you safe. All the others, Furia, Eva and Kiera, they’ll want to do bad things to you. They won’t treat your right like I will. You’ll only be with me, OK?”

He nodded again, and I grinned endearingly. They would not corrupt him. He would belong only to me.

“That’s awful selfish of you, Alexa.” Furia’s voice came from above, and the hair on the back of my neck stood up. Mathew scrambled back.

“As you were, Your Highness.” Furia said airily, lounging nakedly atop the statue’s podium like a basking jungle cat, her bronze body a celebration of feminine curves, save for the one part of her that made her special. Prince Mathew stopped and stared when he saw it, and my jealousy flared.

“Go away, Furia!” I snapped, “He doesn’t want you!”

Furia raised her brow and smiled broadly, then flipped off the podium and landed before me, imposing despite her small frame. I scrambled to get up, but her hand was in my hair before I could, and she pushed me back on my ass. She pressed her flaccid cock against and my face, and smeared it over my nose and mouth, making me smell the used pussy that still coated it. I looked up at her to see her staring down with imperious eyes, biting her lip as she gazed down upon me. There wasn’t cruelty in her regard, but there was an overbearing aura that I could not fight no matter how I tried. I whimpered in submission, my shoulders slouching in defeat, and I opened my mouth for her wonderful cock.

“That’s right,” Furia smiled as she tenderly slid her nine inches down my gullet, “that’s what this mouth is for. Not for talking, no, no, no. Certainly not for filling a young man’s head with silly ideas. You don’t take care of anyone, Alexa. I take care of you, and you call me ‘Mommy’ when I do it. When I pull out, I want you tell Prince Mathew exactly what you are.”

Furia pulled her cock out, and the words flowed from me in a sob, “I’m a baby sissy slut!” I cried to Prince Mathew. It was who I was; there was no use fighting it. I saw his perception of me change, and in the place of shame, I felt an arousal so great that I nearly came. I pleaded with Furia, “Please let me suck your cock, M