“Queen” Telemacha

“YES MY KING~! Yes my King~! YES~!” Telemacha moaned wildly as she was ravished by her king. Another hour had passed, and an uncountable amount of orgasms from the young woman. She had broken, long ago, and she found herself not only smitten, but addicted, to the man who did this to her.

“What are you?” Antinous roared as he smacked her across the face hard, leaving a bright red hand print across her cheek. “Say it again! Say what you are!”

“I am your Queen!” Telemacha screamed, following his command without a second of hesitation, or a hint of doubt left in her voice. Her humiliation, while still present, had been buried deep within her soul. All that remained to be seen was a whore for the most powerful man on the island.

“I am your Queen~! Your whore~! A hole for your pleasure and that alone~!” She continued, massaging her own breasts as she defiled herself, finding the action to be even more of a turn on.

“And what do you desire, my Queen?” He used that word as if it were a curse, a title to be placed on the woman as punishment. But it did not have that effect on Telemacha, as she was far too lost in her own pleasure in this moment. She craved pleasure, and cock, a reward for obedience. Athena be damned and Aphrodite be praised, for she is where she is destined to be.

“Your cum, my lord~!” She squealed as a large goofy smile grew on her face. “I desire your cum~! Please~! Show me I have been a dutiful whore and cum for me my love~!”

Antinous growled, leaned in slightly and whispered, with the slightest smirk. “Then you shall have it, my Queen.” Before pulling himself out of her, stroking his now throbbing cock for only a couple seconds, before unloading himself on the woman’s face and chest with a mighty roar.

Telemacha moaned and giggled as she was coated in the mans cum, feeling the warmth drip off of her body and onto her beautiful skin. She bounced her tits and licked her lips to entertain Antinous above her, smiling slightly wider as she saw him look down at her approvingly.

“Shall we tell your mother the good news?” He whispered with a teasing chuckle, and all a drunkenly lustful Telemacha could do is nod.