Blow him

"Lick it" Mira obeyed, once more revulsion so plain in her face. "you look angelic, ****"

"I am not your ****" Mira quipped

"But you are. Kiss down my cock, until you reach the very base of my shaft. Inhale its smell, like a bitch smelling the dog that will fuck her." Mira obeyed "dont close your eyes. I want to see your face as you submit to me"

"I am going to kill you"

"lick my balls" He laughed, and she placed her tongue in his hairy sack, but the disgust was too much, and she turned her face, to spit the horrible taste that plagued her mouth.

"What, it is a simple blowjob, Mira. It should be fairly easy" the sarcasm stuck her. "Maybe you want to admit you just cant do it?"

"Go to hell" Mira was on the verge of tears, but she was also no longer bound, and her eyes sought anything she could use as a weapon. But while the guards were distracted, she had no way of getting their swords from them.

"I will sweeten the deal for you. Make me cum before your cousin does, and I will release any of my prisoners you choose."

"Any?" Mira asked, dubious

"Any... one" Marus underlined it. He didnt need to read her thoughts 'even me' she thought.

Princess Tara was much farther along in her game, the olive beauty was being caressed between her legs by the redhead servant, laughing and enjoying the watersports. Memories of when she would play with Tara came to her mind, of all the innocent fun they would have.

Mira knelt in front of Marus again, and kissed his shaft without prompting. She wasnt thinking of him, she was thinking of freedom. She licked him, like she had just been taught, and kissed him down his shaft. She swallowed his balls, and played with them over her tongue, to the delight of the surprised Incubus. He decided to read her thoughts.

Mira used that moment to look again at the mirror. She saw Tara playing with her breasts, pushing them together as she pinched her royal nipples. 'Why?' she though 'why did you fall, Tara?' but this time her mind wasnt sitting from righteous zeal, she was truly trying to understand it. Her memories went to their younger years, when the two would share the same room, and exchange fantasies about which boys did they like. Tara always liked the athletic type, while Mira favored the romantic, gentle one.

"Swallow it. Suck gently" Mira lips formed an O for his cock to enter. Mira wondered if Tara also had this kind of sex with someone. She had though before she was chaste, but... if he soiled herself so, it was obviously not such. Her tongue licked beneath his cock. It was much easier when the odious thing was coated wet. It tasted more like her, and less like him. She spat on him, and did it again.

Mira imagined a nightly encounter, a brave squire coming to visit his royal paramour. She would have to remain chaste, of course, so how would she please him? Tara would kneel in from of him, urging him to be quiet as she rewarded his bravery.

"You are doing very well, Mira. But I fear you wont have much longer" The cock came out of her mouth with a clear 'pop'. She licked her lips as she saw it, the incubus aphrodisiac nature dimmed her senses to the not so subtle changes he was playing in her mind. Her eyes widened when she saw Tara sitting at the side of the bathtub with her legs spread, the servant munching her pussy like there was no tomorrow. Tara clearly moaned her lungs out as she played with her breasts.

Mira didnt have much time. She held his cock, and didnt even think how disgusting it was. She coated him in her spit, letting it gleam like a blessed sword. She kissed his sack, like she would the hilt of her blade. She though of his moans, when did it appear he was taking the most pleasure? when she circled his head with her tongue, and when she swallowed him. She did both, and he caressed her hair when she had his cock halfway inside her mouth. As she began to pull, he felt him stop her. Did she want him to swallow him more?

'Tara, why did you turn to sin?'

She slid him in, but his cock was much longer than her mouth. And he kept pressing her down. She felt it touch her throat, and gagged. Not enough to bite his cock, but it was hard not to. She remembered she controlled her body, not the other way around, and **** him in.

'Did you at least try a man first?'

The swaying motion of him entering and leaving her throat was strange and strenuous, but Mira tried to imagine Tara liking it. If she did, she wouldn't now be committing the gravest of sins with some redhead slut. Mira's left hand start to lightly caress her pussy as her right held the incubus tight, for balance.

'Goddess, am i too late?'

Mira feared that Tara would 'win the race', and that all that she was doing would be for nothing. She wondered what it would be like, her doe eyes... would they turn wild? angry? painful? Something was brewing inside Mira, and she realized with horror what it was. The beginning of her own orgasm.

"You are an angel, Mira." The incubus told her, his cock was beginning to act weird, to throb. He slid it out of her mouth, but before she could say anything, it began to squirt white good on her face, splat after splat coating marking her shame on her.

'goddess, this tastes like honeyed nuts'

But her face turned in disgust. She didnt want to see, but she had to. And it was just in time to see what her cousin orgasm truly looked like, the wildfire that possessed her frail body, the innocent girl replaced by the whiplash of hair as she shook left and right. The redhead continued to lick the princess clit, her fingers fucking her cunt. Tara also squirted a liquid, but hers was a pristine, crystalline water. Mira wondered what it tasted like

"It appears you won, Mira. Now, who do you want me to free?"