In her cunt.

With a groan, you bury yourself deep in Polyxena's snatch, cock twitching as you spurt rope after rope of cum into the Greek ****. Polyxena lets out a stifled groan herself, her pussy clamping down on your spasming cock in waves as she tries to milk you for all you're worth. You spend a few seconds catching your breath, then laugh and smack the ****'s ass.

"Well done, ****. I appreciate you filling in for my wife."

She smiles slightly and bows her head. "Of course, Dominus. I'm glad that you still see the occasional need for my services."

You snort and withdraw from her, dipping two fingers into her pussy and bringing the mingled bodily fluids on your fingers up to her mouth. The **** obediently leans forward and sucks them clean. "I doubt I'll ever tire of using you, Polyxena," you tell her bluntly. "I just have a wife to please as well, now. Don't worry - I'm a capacious man. But now we should likely find some sticks to return to the camp."

"Of course, Dominus," Polyxena says, still smiling. You each gather an armful of kindling and head back.

There are a few raised eyebrows among the camp, but no one comments on your somewhat over-long disappearance with your ****. Albina seems slightly put out, but she doesn't say anything, and spends the evening chatting with you...but occasionally glancing over at Polyxena. Oh well. Tomorrow's your wedding night - perhaps you can make it up to her then.