Servitude, until the banquet

You are awoken the next morning when Kos pulls your blanket off you. The sudden chill wakes you instantly. Your eyes shoot open and you sit up at the sudden removal of your source of warmth. The first thing you see when you fully awake is your master's cock waving in your face. "Busy day today," he begins. "Suck me, then I get to work."

He pushes his hips forward, pressing his shaft against your face. You quickly get the message, opening your mouth wide and letting him shove his cock inside. Your inexperience in using your mouth shows - you initially gag slightly as his cockhead pushes directly against your throat. You push through the discomfort, wanting to stay in your master's good graces. Paying close attention to his reactions, you eventually settle into a rhythm that he enjoys. Several minutes in, he pushes you off his dick with one strong hand on your forehead. He holds you in place as you stroke him, your hands providing the last bit of stimulation needed after letting up with your mouth. It only takes a couple strokes to finish him off, with shot after shot of hot, sticky fluid covering your face as you continue to stroke him with both hands. No less than ten ropes of cum spray you in the face before their strength begins to fade, with many more globs landing on your upper chest and into your cleavage. When he is finally done your eyes, cheeks, and chin are covered in ropes of cum crossing your face in many directions.

You take a moment to ponder over the sheer volume of your master's seed, realizing that this much semen fills your womb every time he fucks you. You wonder what that means for potentially getting pregnant with his child, and the thought scares you for a moment. You will have less chance of escaping if your belly is heavy with pregnancy.

You shake those thoughts out of your mind as Kos instructs you to follow him out of his bedchamber. You initially expect him to lead you to try bath again to clean off the mess he left on your face, but to your astonishment he leads you straight to his throne room and instructs you to sit on the floor next to his throne. As you take your place you realize your role for the day - you are being put on display as a demonstration of his power and virility.

You spend hours in this position, letting his cum dry in a thick layer over your face and breasts. You can't help but notice that everyone given an audience with Kos seems distracted by your presence. Many can't seem to keep their eyes off your chest. Your only reprive is when a servant comes by with your master's lunch, when a small cup of water and some bread are provided to you. You realize too late that in order to eat it, your meal needs to go past the ropes of cum criss-crossing your lips, but as you taste the saltines over the bland meal you muse that this must be better than the alternative, should your master catch you wiping away his handiwork before he tells you to.

You stay obediently next to Kos for most of the day, until in the mid-afternoon when he instructs you to get up and follow him again. You are disappointed again when he doesn't allow you to clean yourself, expecting you to follow him out of the building, showing off your nude body to all the goblins coming out into the streets to greet their chief.

The two of you are soon ushered into a hall where no doubt the banquet is to be held.