The end

He sat on his stone throne. Wet pops filled the hall as the kings officials red the order of business. His hand wrested on her head as Rar-sh bobbed it up and down. The kings penis flue down her throat with determined ease. Every bob down more and more saliva coated his shaft. The glistening meat dripped as she left purple smudges from her painted lips. stretching down his wet shaft she strained her throat as his girth pushed her to her limits. Algar growled with pleasure as his fingers broke the rock of his throne. Dust and pebbles fell to the floor as he finished in her throat. Finally she rose for air, with a gasp and cough she looked up at him and smiled saliva and cum dripping down her light green skin. Her hands clutched her bloated belly. It wouldn’t be long now till the kings son was born.