The Emperor's Lieutenant

Sluuuuuuuuuuuuuurp... Sluuuuuuuuuurrrghp... Sluuuuuuuuuuuurp...

Your brain stirs... It must be morning. You are eased from you slumber by the familiar feeling of lips straining around the head of your cock. The mouth is warm and inviting, but breaks its tight seal on the head to occasionally tease up and down the side of your shaft. The tongue within dances across your sensitive skin.

Sluuuuuuuuuuuuuurp... Sluuuuuuuuuurrrp... Sluuuuuuuuuuuurghhh...

The mouth resumes it's seal at the peak of your manhood.

While resting, it has been hours since your balls have relieved themselves. You had them augmented to manufacture gallons of semen at a time. Densely packed with sperm, it was critical to keeping your kingdom's population up and securing your power. Your 12 inch shaft had been designed to implant your potent fluids deep within your females with a circumference preventing minimal escape.

But boy did these full balls burn in morning!