It's Good To Be King Pt. 3

I was in a large tent that was not mine. I was on a grand chair sitting a raised dais. In front of me, a large. bronze-cast table with maps and various figurines representing armies and strongholds. Below me was a face between my lap staring into mine intently, gauging my reaction. The pale female face has freckles and light brown hair that was pulled back in a tail. Her eyes were of green. She had her lips on the tip of my cock and then moved it ever so slowly down towards the halfway on my cock and repeated this rhythmically, coating my long shaft with her saliva and my pre-cum. I watched her intently. Around and in front of me sitting around the large table sat my generals and advisors, all looking expectantly and ceremoniously, seeming to ignore the girl on her knees between my legs slurping and the wet noises of the girl painting my cock with her tongue. A balding one with grey hair on his head and a full set of armor spoke up first.

"Sire, Durothil will surely have scouts in the mountain ranges. He will see your armies advancing north and he will attack you from the East with the brunt of your power there."

I tapped the brown hair girl who was sucking on my cock on the right shoulder. She got up and bowed and frowned disappointedly and left the camp. There was a line of women going into the great war camp to the King's commanding chair where they would pleasure him while he tried to bear the weight of boredom at these meetings. Some were camp followers, others daughters or sisters or prizes of the generals and advisors currently arranged in front of me. One of the general, the light brown hair girl’s father who had just finished putting her lips on my cock, looked disappointed when I decided to not add her to my harem. None seem to care if I defiled their daughters, wives, sisters and loved ones in front of them. They all of them knew, if my lust could be satisfied it would mean their men would live, their injured healed and the walls in their path broken and turn to rubble.

Another girl had come up to the raised dais and bowed. She went on her knees and took me in her mouth. She had epicanthic almond eyes, black hair and a face of porcelain with honey brown eyes. She smelled of chrysanthemum and dew. She looked of the people to the western isle of Shu Lang, her long silk gown covered her body sensually showing her ample curves and pointed nipples beneath, as if she were not wearing anything at all.

“Let him. Durothil is a coward. He will not strike me openly so I must provoke him to attack me. Durothil and I had a peace agreement. If I break it when I come to his towns and villages they will see me as a power-hungry conqueror." Which I was, I thought. Or more correctly he thought.

“But why not just take the North while we are there? Why do we need to swing around these mountains and waste our time and resources?” A duke spoke up.

It was then the girl with the almond eye slid her tongue down to the base of my cock and licking my balls. Her tongue caressing the shaft and then the folds of my balls and holding it in her mouth and massaging it her with her tongue and lips. I spread my fan in front of my face to hide my gaping mouth. She looked at me with delight, her almond eyes amused.

“Rakka is not a fool.” I uttered trying to keep away a moan of pleasure, “When he sees my army approach he fills those mountainsides with tunnels and hide in his caves and bleeds me dry while Durothil eats away at me from the East. I need Durothil to bow first before I can conquer the north. I need the power from the comfort of his wives and women. Northern women can be attractive, some, but oh the Elvish women are something quite else.”

“Is that how fiendish I’ve become,” I thought morosely. "My battle plans are based on the beauty and seductiveness of the women I can win. I would risk the lives of my citizens and soldiers all just to sample some Elvish queen's or queens' ass."

I thought about just making a gateway just to face Durothil and kill him then and there, there would be no need for all this posturing and bloodshed. But I know I needed to face Durothil with the full grasp of my aether. The army had just become a means to transport my harem before each stronghold.

The Shu Lang girl left my balls with her tongue and then dragged her tongue down into my taint. Licking it up and down. I waved the fan rapidly in front of my face and tried to hide my expression. She now had her tongue probing the outside of my butt and kissed it tenderly and lapping at it. My eyes stared wide down at her, shock and delight.

"I'm sorry your majesty," The captain of my guard said as if reading my eyes and what the woman just did. "Shu Lang traditions dictate that the women clean the man in such a way."

"I uhh.." I yelped breaking the majestic deep commanding voice I had into a rather childish sounding one. "Well, it's new..."

I looked down at her, her almond brown eyes staring at me in amusement, unblinking. She had her tongue massaging my prostate and tongued my ass like a long-lost lover's mouth. I tapped her on the left shoulder. I would have to return her the favor and try her out more. She got up, her face a mess of drool and spit and bowed. She then proceeded to my main camp where she waited with the others I had picked out.

Another blonde had come up from the line and came up to my knees and bowed and sat and resumed fellating my shaft where the Shu Lang woman left off. I bent back in my chair ass still wet and I stared down at her blue eyes looking at me while she had her mouth on the tip of my cock, her hands were on her wetness between her legs rubbing at them while she stared wantingly at me. She was the youngest daughter of one of my high guards, if I recalled.

"Shall we at least put an ambush party to stop the raids that will happen if we push to the north?" One of the generals suggested.

I waved it off, "Durothil will know, it has to be everyone."

I sighed and looked down at the daughter of one of my guards with her tongue now flicking at my cock.

How easy it was for me to sacrifice the lives of my citizens just for the taste of Elven women.

I know the Aether would make me suffer immensely in the afterlife.

I tried my best to enjoy it. Her wet lips and tongue slathering my cock while I resumed my meet.

It was then the Aether pulled me out. I woke up in the Baroness room. It was now morning. The feeling of those wet lips and tongue still hung there in continuation. I looked down and saw the Baroness smiling at me while she was in the same position as the blonde woman in the dream, her mouth covering my cock with her sensual movements.