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Having fled the Sanctum in all haste after sliding the blonde slave from my cock, I returned at once to my manor set back against the high sea cliffs. I could hide no longer. Having seen the size of my member before all manner of men in the sanctum, Titus would have no choice but to eliminate me or abdicate the throne to my superior girth and length. It was now, at his most vulnerable, that I knew Titus to be the most dangerous. The time to act had been forced upon me, yet truly I knew, I had forced it upon myself, having long since grown tired of waiting in the wings. Remembering the convulsions of the blonde's cunt around my thick stem, the guttural cries of her constant orgasm, I knew action suited me best.
Stepping from the carriage, I entered my manor from the kitchen. The women were busy preparing the evening meal in the stone ovens. I cut through the hot air between them, the unrestrained beast between my legs slapping loudly against my thighs. The heat from the fires stirred up the fresh fuck juices coating my member, and the scent of the blonde slave filled the kitchen, her cunt aroma mixing with the sizzling sweet smell of cooked pig. It was a powerful sensation in the crowded room and one by one, attracted to my musk, the women stole a glance at my figure as i passed among them.
Though conservatively dressed in simple linen gowns, the women who prepare my food are some of the most beautiful in my possession. My Chief of Staff knows my tastes, and he keeps my manor stocked with females who are as much a surprise to me as I am to them. My cock keeps him busy finding suitable vessels to receive me, and luckily, makes sure I never grow bored, as I rarely see reason to fuck the same woman twice.
Watching for new faces, I caught an African girl staring wide-eyed at the dark spot on my robe between my knees: without its sheath and reservoir, the effusive flow of pre-cum through my shaft quickly stains even my thickest cloth.
The girl's cheeks were smooth, almost red-black; her fat lips were glistening and parted slightly beneath her round eyes. Even the loose fit of her gown could not hide her large bust and thick ass. When she noticed my gaze she looked away quickly and tried to keep chopping vegetables, but she was flushed and shaking, and the knife slipped on the counter.
I moved in next to her and heard her breath come in ragged gasps as I towered over her. She did not dare look, and I smiled inwardly as she tried to make her hands obey, and pick up the knife. Pressing my chest against her shoulder, I grunted, and let her feel my swollen dick against her thigh. Beginning to understand, she set down the blade and turned her head slowly into my massive frame, looked down, and found the outline of my turgid member beneath my robe. A clear stream of pre-come spattered between my feet onto the tile floor. I pressed my fat meat into her side. As she felt the heat of my rod against her leg, the young African girl groaned. I put one hand on the small of her back, feeling the shelf of her protruding ass, and gripped firmly her wrist. I would use this one while I thought of a plan.
I took the girl by her wrist and pushed her in front of me. I wanted to watch her walk to my chamber. The other women looked on with a mixture of jealousy and pity, as they no doubt knew this might be the last time the African worked beside them.
Her thin waist sprung out deliciously from her hips into a wide, taut ass, straining the the thin cloth of her dress as she swayed out of the kitchen, her chest jutting forwards and shoulders thrown back. My member was quickly rising; I imagined my dense white spray covering her young black tits.
We ascended the dark staircase and rose into the cool, dark, second floor of my manor. The girl stole a glance back at me over her shoulder and I noticed she was rubbing her thighs together slightly, perspiration gleaming on her smooth brow. I crossed the space between us in a single stride and gripped the flesh of her ass, causing her to cry out in the quiet hall.
"Master does it please you?"
I grunted my approval. I needed both hands to palm her supple meat, truly a work of art. I turned her to the right and we passed between two guards outside the entrance to my study.
"I am not to be disturbed." They nodded and I bolted the door from the inside.
Overcome with a mixture of nerves and lust. I threw myself onto a deep bearskin sofa next to my balcony window and rolled back my robe up to my waist: my cock was suffocating; the cool air forced my muscles to contract and I rolled my massive testicles between my hands, airing out the skin coated with sweat and seed. The veins on my shaft stood out prominently in the moonlight, the massive snake drooping over my thigh on its way to the floor. I spread both legs out straight on the soft and let my head rest on the deep cushions.
I had no doubt about the loyalty of those closest to me, those I kept in my guard and in my manor, and my friends in the senate and royal court were numerous, but could they truly be counted on to rise against Titus. No one in the Sanctum could deny, after my raucous display with the blonde slave, who the true ruler of Mythos should be. My size was inimitable, the law ancient. The question was, how far did loyalties run? Had Titus' bloodline - which had ruled Mythos for generations - outstripped the tradition on which our kingdom was founded? Here, size was king, but it had never truly been put to the test. I wondered if Mythos was ready for its first coup. If I miscalculated now, I would wind up with Dama, in the belly of that beast.
The African girl whimpered. I opened my eyes. The cool night air on my dick had felt so pleasing I had forgotten she was in the room. She was kneeling next to the couch, her eyes fixed on my ripe shaft lolling grotesquely over my throbbing balls, hanging over my thigh where the tip drooled precum onto the floor. She seemed hypnotized by it, her thighs pressed together, her body rocking back and forth. I grunted and flexed my tool, making it jerk towards her chest.
"Take me."
Like a child being offered a new pet, the African lifted my cock with both hands to her face. She took a deep breath and her eyes fluttered.
"It stinks like pussy, master."
Part 2
Part 3
Part 4
Having fled the Sanctum in all haste after sliding the blonde slave from my cock, I returned at once to my manor set back against the high sea cliffs. I could hide no longer. Having seen the size of my member before all manner of men in the sanctum, Titus would have no choice but to eliminate me or abdicate the throne to my superior girth and length. It was now, at his most vulnerable, that I knew Titus to be the most dangerous. The time to act had been forced upon me, yet truly I knew, I had forced it upon myself, having long since grown tired of waiting in the wings. Remembering the convulsions of the blonde's cunt around my thick stem, the guttural cries of her constant orgasm, I knew action suited me best.
Stepping from the carriage, I entered my manor from the kitchen. The women were busy preparing the evening meal in the stone ovens. I cut through the hot air between them, the unrestrained beast between my legs slapping loudly against my thighs. The heat from the fires stirred up the fresh fuck juices coating my member, and the scent of the blonde slave filled the kitchen, her cunt aroma mixing with the sizzling sweet smell of cooked pig. It was a powerful sensation in the crowded room and one by one, attracted to my musk, the women stole a glance at my figure as i passed among them.
Though conservatively dressed in simple linen gowns, the women who prepare my food are some of the most beautiful in my possession. My Chief of Staff knows my tastes, and he keeps my manor stocked with females who are as much a surprise to me as I am to them. My cock keeps him busy finding suitable vessels to receive me, and luckily, makes sure I never grow bored, as I rarely see reason to fuck the same woman twice.
Watching for new faces, I caught an African girl staring wide-eyed at the dark spot on my robe between my knees: without its sheath and reservoir, the effusive flow of pre-cum through my shaft quickly stains even my thickest cloth.
The girl's cheeks were smooth, almost red-black; her fat lips were glistening and parted slightly beneath her round eyes. Even the loose fit of her gown could not hide her large bust and thick ass. When she noticed my gaze she looked away quickly and tried to keep chopping vegetables, but she was flushed and shaking, and the knife slipped on the counter.
I moved in next to her and heard her breath come in ragged gasps as I towered over her. She did not dare look, and I smiled inwardly as she tried to make her hands obey, and pick up the knife. Pressing my chest against her shoulder, I grunted, and let her feel my swollen dick against her thigh. Beginning to understand, she set down the blade and turned her head slowly into my massive frame, looked down, and found the outline of my turgid member beneath my robe. A clear stream of pre-come spattered between my feet onto the tile floor. I pressed my fat meat into her side. As she felt the heat of my rod against her leg, the young African girl groaned. I put one hand on the small of her back, feeling the shelf of her protruding ass, and gripped firmly her wrist. I would use this one while I thought of a plan.
I took the girl by her wrist and pushed her in front of me. I wanted to watch her walk to my chamber. The other women looked on with a mixture of jealousy and pity, as they no doubt knew this might be the last time the African worked beside them.
Her thin waist sprung out deliciously from her hips into a wide, taut ass, straining the the thin cloth of her dress as she swayed out of the kitchen, her chest jutting forwards and shoulders thrown back. My member was quickly rising; I imagined my dense white spray covering her young black tits.
We ascended the dark staircase and rose into the cool, dark, second floor of my manor. The girl stole a glance back at me over her shoulder and I noticed she was rubbing her thighs together slightly, perspiration gleaming on her smooth brow. I crossed the space between us in a single stride and gripped the flesh of her ass, causing her to cry out in the quiet hall.
"Master does it please you?"
I grunted my approval. I needed both hands to palm her supple meat, truly a work of art. I turned her to the right and we passed between two guards outside the entrance to my study.
"I am not to be disturbed." They nodded and I bolted the door from the inside.
Overcome with a mixture of nerves and lust. I threw myself onto a deep bearskin sofa next to my balcony window and rolled back my robe up to my waist: my cock was suffocating; the cool air forced my muscles to contract and I rolled my massive testicles between my hands, airing out the skin coated with sweat and seed. The veins on my shaft stood out prominently in the moonlight, the massive snake drooping over my thigh on its way to the floor. I spread both legs out straight on the soft and let my head rest on the deep cushions.
I had no doubt about the loyalty of those closest to me, those I kept in my guard and in my manor, and my friends in the senate and royal court were numerous, but could they truly be counted on to rise against Titus. No one in the Sanctum could deny, after my raucous display with the blonde slave, who the true ruler of Mythos should be. My size was inimitable, the law ancient. The question was, how far did loyalties run? Had Titus' bloodline - which had ruled Mythos for generations - outstripped the tradition on which our kingdom was founded? Here, size was king, but it had never truly been put to the test. I wondered if Mythos was ready for its first coup. If I miscalculated now, I would wind up with Dama, in the belly of that beast.
The African girl whimpered. I opened my eyes. The cool night air on my dick had felt so pleasing I had forgotten she was in the room. She was kneeling next to the couch, her eyes fixed on my ripe shaft lolling grotesquely over my throbbing balls, hanging over my thigh where the tip drooled precum onto the floor. She seemed hypnotized by it, her thighs pressed together, her body rocking back and forth. I grunted and flexed my tool, making it jerk towards her chest.
"Take me."
Like a child being offered a new pet, the African lifted my cock with both hands to her face. She took a deep breath and her eyes fluttered.
"It stinks like pussy, master."
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