Drunk Sex

As your guards carried you to your temporary bedchambers, Dobra and her daughters would get to work stripping you and themselves naked and tossing all clothes into a pile on the floor. Dobra's body was a fine, curvaceous specimen, still in good condition despite years of slovenly sex and two births. Shara was more muscle but still possessed the right curves with a good bosom, short of her mother's size, and Misha was the epitome of petite innocence.

Then Dobra positioned herself above your cock, turgid and rock-hard like a rod of steel, thanks to their tribe's special virility medicine.

"Watch carefully, girls. This is how you breed and make children," Dobra instructed.

And Dobra hilted herself balls-deep onto your cock, and she moaned in pleasure.

"Oh fuck... it's been so long..."

She had to expect, seeing you, a dashingly handsome man with the grit and determination to see a conquest through, a mind that desired more than gold and booty like most, it made her hunger for your seed, so that she could breed strong children to succeed Vertrix as the next chieftain. It would help cement your rule, despite the obvious implications that followed.

Up and down she thrust her hips, and with each thrust your hard cock stretched her well-used pussy to the limit, pleasuring her far better than Vertrix ever did.

"**** him Mother, take his seed inside you!" Shara encouraged.

Misha watched with silent enrapture, inching her face closer.

And then Dobra shuddered, gasping in orgasm, and her pussy squirted liquid arousal onto Misha's face. Drops landed on her tongue, and she tasted bittersweet flavour on her taste buds. Your cock ejaculated meanwhile, sending a spurt of thick, white semen into her womb, your little soldiers fertilising it with a new life.

Dobra panted heavily, then leaned down and kissed you on the lips.

"For giving me new life, My King."

As she got up, thick semen dripped from her legs, her hips aching pleasantly.

"Now, it's your turn, girls."

At Dobra's beckoning, Shara was first to strip out of her clothes and position herself above your cock. In one move, she hilted herself down, your schlong piercing her hymen. She gasped in pain, eyes watery with tears, and her groans of agony lasted a full minute.

"Mother, it hurts..."

Dobra hugged and soothed Shara, comforting her through the pain. But Shara grit her teeth and started thrusting her hips, powering through and eager to get her share of semen. Through the medicine, your cock remained turgid despite the earlier ejaculation, and your balls churned with oceans of semen ready to fertilise more wombs.

You came again, seeding Shara, and this time she collapsed onto your chest with heavy breaths. A mixture of red and white dripped from her pussy, red and raw but broken to womanhood in her rite of passage.

Shara was gently rolled off you, then Misha followed. Rather than dive straight in, she asked Dobra, "Mother, how do I make it hurt less?"

"You need to lubricate yourself, Misha," Dobra instructed, "Now, watch carefully."

Dobra used two fingers and wiggled them into Misha's vagina, and the young girl moaned as her clitoris was stimulated. Her hand was practiced, constant masturbation a simple comfort on days her husband Vertrix was away on campaign. Misha squirted like a fountain, gasping like a little maiden losing her purity. She panted and saw how wet and sticky her own vaginal fluids were, slick like oil.

"Now, insert his cock inside your vagina, just as you witnessed."

Misha obeyed, and she almost screamed at having her hymen penetrated, covering her mouth to muffle her voice. It was imperative this remain secret, that no one other than the bribed guards were in on this. Otherwise, their plan would be for naught.

Misha did not take long to climax, her own pussy squirting, but she powered on, **** to milk you for seed. And after persevering through this contest of endurance, she was rewarded with a river of semen gushing into her womb. Exhausted, she collapsed onto your chest, dozing off to sleep.

Dobra smiled and lay next to you, kissing you on the cheek.

"Sleep well, My King."