The coronation of Queen Anya

“Right Zalah,” Perrima said, eyeing her lover, “remove the rest of you outfit.”

Anxious to find out what new outfit that Perrima would have her wear, Zalah removed the black helmet and tossed her head to untangle the flocks of her hair before removing every single bit of black clothing from her body, even the choker around her throat was soon gone.

“So,” Zalah asked Perrima, standing with her hands on her hips and showing off her naked body, “what’s next in our little diorama?”

“After defeating the false emperor,” Perrima said, with no one having come through the door yet, “Anya found herself in control of almost one fifth of the Empire, and allowed her closest subordinates to elevate her to the status of queen, in a grand ceremony which naturally reflected her character.”

“And that means?” Zalah wondered, just as a man stepped in through the door.

A towering figure with bulging muscles, the man was dressed in nothing more than a pair sandals and a bronze helmet which almost completely covered his face, his rock-hard body and foot-long cock left exposed.
In his hands, the man wore a crimson pillow upon which an exquisite tiara had been placed, the rubies and emeralds encrusted into it glimmering along with the gold from which it was made.

After the first man came a second one, and then a third, a new man stepping in every few seconds until Zalah found herself facing six of them, all equipped with impressive physiques, huge cocks, and dressed in the same manner as the first one.

Each man had carried an object or piece of clothing on a small pillow, though Zalah was too occupied looking at the studs to pay any attention to what was on them.

“Let’s just say that Anya had her own ideas on how an Honour Guard should look like. The legend says that their equipment included spears and shields, but I felt that they would just detract from what’s really important.” Perrima informed Zalah, enjoying the look upon the blonde’s face as she looked at the six men.

The men now proceeded over to a nearby table, upon which they placed the objects that they were carrying, and then turning back towards Zalah.

“Now, before you get dressed-up, these boys are to supply you with the single most interesting detail of Anya’s outfit during the ceremony. So be a good girl and get down on your knees.” Perrima grinned wickedly at how Zalah did as she was told.

Walking up in front of her, the six men all stared at Zalah, and presented their asses to Perrima, and then each one of them began to jerk his rigid dick, meaning that Zalah could see half a dozen pieces of prime fuck-meat wobbling up and down as the studs carried on.

With such a thing to look at, Zalah couldn’t have stopped from fingering her pussy even if she wanted to, and she moaned hard as her own fingers found her sensitive clit.
Seeing the blonde slut start pleasuring herself did nothing to quell the desires of the half-dozen guards, who all now began taking turns walking up to Zalah and pouncing their erect members against her outstretched tongue, causing pre-cum to spatter all around her mouth.

Zalah could feel how her pussy was just about to pop when all six men stepped forwards, coming even closer to her, their massive balls all throbbing and their schlongs all looking ready to burst.

As the climax rolled over her, so did the first thick wad of sperm, flying its way through the air to splatter all over her tits, followed by cannonades from the remaining five men.

Still finger-fucking her soaked twat, Zalah was treated to a hose-down of cum which went on until the entire front of her body was lathered with creamy jizz, each man pumping his cock like possessed in a effort to add even more balljuice to Zalah’s curvaceous body.

The guards now dispersed, their cocks still hard but the eruptions of cum having ended, and allowed Perrima to smile as she could see clearly the state which Zalah was in.

“You like?” Zalah asked Perrima in regards to her glazed appearance, the warrior-whore scooping up a handful of cum which she then held in her cupped hand, bending her head down so that she could lip it up with her tongue.

“Boys,” Perrima ignored Zalah’s question, “get this slut prepared.”

Zalah yelped when two of the hunks dragged her up on her feet, the rest scurrying over to collect the objects which they had carried into the room.

Soon, Zalah found that she had been dressed in an ornate golden necklace, the fabulous tiara, a pair of platform shoes which consisted only of the platforms and silver-coloured straps which were tied over her feet, large golden earrings and the purple robe of a queen, lined with ermine fur. Finally, she was presented with a sceptre, coated with gold and equipped with a thick knob just below the top-end.

The robe was kept over Zalah’s shoulders in a fashion which left all of her cum-covered tits, stomach, pussy and legs exposed, and the six men now lined themselves up in a v-formation, going outwards from the point where Zalah was standing.

“This must have been one hell of a coronation…” Zalah cooed, enjoying wearing such a luxurious costume.

“You haven’t heard the best part yet,” Perrima informed Zalah, “I want you to stick that sceptre up your pussy.”

Seeing Perrima’s sultry smile, Zalah lowered her arms and proceeded to push the sceptre into her drenched slit, releasing a gust of hot air as the thick knob disappeared up her hole.

“And hold that pose!” Perrima cried out, immediately brining her brush to the canvas.

Zalah stood still with her knees bent wide and a golden dildo up her pussy for over twenty minutes, watching the hard cocks on each side of her.

Incredibly horny, she began to hope that the painting would be concluded with this, and that the six men would remain to fuck every one of her three holes.

This was turning out to have been a very good morning…