An Unexpected Ally

You sit in your throne, staring down at the peasant girl stripping in front of you. Your new territory has given you a stream of pretty girls being sent here as tribute to you, to satisfy the desires of their Lord. This one has the unfortunate task of having to help you lick your wounds after valley ambush. This one's a slender thing with pale skin, a soft face and big green eyes that stare up at you as she slowly unbuttons her blouse with one hand, gently rubbing her tits with the other as she seductively sings an old peasants song about a man with a foot-long cock. Although she's skinny, she has some reasonable sized tits for someone as hungry looking as her, big enough for you to have a proper grope of them when the show's over. Your cock twinges, but you hold back from leaping upon her like a starving wolf, as you're enjoying the show.

Suddenly, the show is interrupted as Bloodaxe and Shaga walk into the room.

"Shaga, are you here for your wifely duties? My blood's pumping fast.”

"We have news, Abaddon!" Bloodaxe roars. "In the Dead Lands, it appears an army of the undead is forming, under a new Great Lich is immense power! If we could get it on our side, we could buff our forces to even stronger than before the ambush."

"What in the name of fuck is a Lich?" you ask, wishing you'd had the chance to go to school and learn what everyone else is talking about half the time.

"An undead creature with the powers of a necromancer," Lilith whispers into your mind. "An ally."

"How the fuck do I convince a Lich to follow me?" you ask.

"You're a charming leader, Abaddon, I'm sure you'll find a way," Shaga says.

"How do we even know about this?" you ask.

"I know boys from Sunscreamer Tribe, they caused some serious shit fighting undead forces led by some Lich. Got all the details," Bloodaxe says.

"For fuck's sake, fine. Organize an expedition into the fucking area known as the Dead Lands. That'll be delightful. We'll see what the hell's going on. Now, let me finish my show. Shaga, get over her, I want to put a baby in you. Peasant, back to it."

Bloodaxe snorts in disgust, turning and walking out of the room. Shaga nods, moving over to you, lifting up her leather skirt to reveal her cunt. She moves towards you, before taking a position over you so her vadge is sitting above your cock. Shaga lowers herself onto your cock slowly, as you lick your lips. Shaga lowers herself completely onto your cock. She wraps her arms around you, beginning to ride your cock. You peer over, staring at the peasant girl who looks at the floor nervously, unsure of whether to leave or not.

"Hurry up, take out your cunt and finger yourself, whore," you order loudly.

The girl complies, as she unties the knot holding up her cloth skirt, letting it fall to reveal. She has thick pussy lips hiding under a thick bush, surprising for such a skinny girl. She sits down, spread eagle style, her pussy lips opening to reveal the pink folds lying inside. You watch as she sticks out her middle fingers, and she begins rubbing her clit. You watch eagerly as she rubs herself off, with a blank look on her face as she stares ahead. You grab Shaga's bare ass, squeezing the warm, muscular ass as you use it to help push her up before she slides down on your cock again. The peasant continues to finger her clit, rubbing it frantically as her ring finger begins to just about dip inside her pussy, rubbing her pussy lips. She begins to moan, almost imperceptibly softly as she speeds up, arching her back. Shaga speeds up riding your cock, until you're balls ache for release.

You grunt, spurting your load inside your wife as the peasant girl squirts her pussy juices in a wide arch all over the floor, a large puddle forming around her. She sits there, panting as her pussy juices run down her fingers, and you finally lift Shaga off your cock, allowing it to flop to the side, soon disappearing into its shell with the word "Sheath".

"That was a powerful one!" Shaga says eagerly. "It will bear strong children, I'm sure of it."

"If you say so," you say, leaning back.

You lean back in your throne, leaving out a long exhale.

"Why the fuck did I let you convince me to go visit a place called the Dead Lands?"

"Because the world is ours."

"Mine," you correct.

"You're not one for sharing, my heart warrior," Shaga says. "I didn't even get to cum."

"The peasant girl didn't need for me that, I don't see why you do. Peasant girl, get dressed and fetch me a bottle of your county's finest cider, on the double. I need a drink."