He fucks you on his throne

You watch blankly as Master walks away from you and sits down on his throne, putting his erect cock on full display. "Come here, Cunt," he commands. "It is time to fulfill your purpose."

You get up off the floor slowly, your sticky secretions leaving a thread of fluid connecting your crotch and the wet spot you have left on the floor. You slowly, sensually walk up to Master and kneel before him, ready for whatever command he will give you next.

"Turn around, Cunt," is that next command. You carefully stand up again, making sure to let your chain swing slightly along the way to accentuate your rock-hard nipples. When you are all the way standing, you turn around for Master and jut your plush ass out towards him. Your eyes see all of Master's attendants still standing in the throne room, but all that registers in your brain is how lucky they are to watch whatever Master has planned for you. He accepts the show you give him with a firm slap on both cheeks, each sending ripples around your hips and down your thighs. You squeal and jump slightly at the sudden slaps but do your best to stay in the same position for Master.

"Closer, Cunt, and spread your legs," he commands next, prompting you to shuffle backwards while moving your feet apart, until the backs of your calves are pressed against Master's throne and your knees are flanking his. He grabs your hips with both hands and pulls you, guiding you onto his lap. When you're halfway down, he takes one of his hands off of your hip. You look between your legs to see what's going on. You see Master holding your hips in place with one hand and lining up his thick, hot rod with your virgin entrance. When he has lined up his tip just below your folds, he guides your hips down.

A small whimper escapes your lips as you feel his penis head first contact your slightly parted outer lips. You slowly sit down further, the tip smearing precum over your folds as it searches for your untouched entrance. At first Master misses, slipping his rod forward of its target. You squeal as his length rubs against your clit, sending shockwaves up your spine and nearly making you lose your composure. Master guides your hips up again, and this time his thick cock begins pressing against your virgin hole. Your groin quivers in anticipation as his flared cockhead spreads your lips wide and stretches your entrance. As you continue lowering yourself onto Master's lap, his cock presses against your hymen for but a moment. It offers no resistance. Inch by inch, Master fills and stretches your untouched, flooded passage. The fullness grows and grows as he continues guiding you into his lap until your thighs meet his and his meat rod is fully sheathed inside you.

Your shattered mind floods with satisfaction - with this action you have begun to fulfill your true purpose. Your cunt, your namesake, the only thing which gives you value, is pleasuring the thing which you exist to service. His girth stretches your inner walls and his tip just barely kisses the entrance to your womb, reminding you of your other purpose. It is these thoughts that motivate you as you place your hands on the arms of Master's throne and slowly begin lifting yourself off of his cock, just far enough to pull most of him out of you, before dropping yourself down again. This time as your cunt has already begun to stretch to accommodate Master's thick cock, you can focus on the blissful feeling of his head spreading you and pressing against every part of your fuck tunnel. The feeling is enough to immediately send you over the edge. Your walls squeeze back against the entire length of its invader as you moan and shriek in Master's lap. He allows you to ride out your orgasm, and you eventually return to riding up and down his cock.

You continue slowly, sensually riding Master's cock for several minutes, during which you climax several more times. Eventually, Master grabs your hips and begins thrusting himself, groaning, "Cunt! I'm ready! Accept Master's seed!" You can feel him stiffen even more inside you, the tip now pressing against your womb. Master holds you down on his lap as you feel his warm sperm flood your insides. The heat spreads to your very core, bringing you to one final, explosive climax as your cunt squeezes out every last drop of cum.

Even after both of your orgasms finish, you remain seated on Master's cock for several minutes. His meat plugs your stretched hole, preventing most of his load from leaking out of you despite your upright position. You stay this way until a guard runs into the throne room.

"Chief Kos!" He exclaims between pauses to catch his breath. "The chief from the neighboring village is here. He wishes to have an audience with you."