On her face

Pulling out of her pussy, you drag Polyxena away from the tree and shove her to her knees again. "Yeeess...get ready, ****...a substitute for my wife's pussy," you moan, stroking yourself. Polyxena obediently opens her mouth, sticking out her tongue to receive your cum. Your orgasm explodes out of you, and you paint the Greek **** with your cum; some of it gets in her mouth, but much more of it coats her face as your pent-up lust gets the better of you. As your orgasms subsides, Polyxena leans forward, sucks your cock clean, and sits back again.

"Good...good ****," you mutter, slightly dazed. "Um...best wipe all of that off your face before we go back. And...find some sticks."

She bows her head. "Of course, Dominus." She seems almost to be smiling slightly as she wipes the cum off her face and swallows it down. The two of you gather an armful of sticks each, then head back to camp.

Although no one comments on it, Polyxena's face is still rather...shiny, and from the smirks and chuckles you get the impression everyone knows what you were up to. Albina's lips are tight, and she looks annoyed - perhaps you should have been a little more discreet.

Oh, well. Tomorrow's your wedding night; maybe you can make it up to her?