Ask about his father

Realizing he cannot get away, Duncan resigns himself to his fate. He prepares for whatever vile end she has for him, but he must know one thing.

“Wait,” he says, as she settles herself on top of him, grinding her cunt against his flaccid cock. “You must set my mind at rest....”

Banntrach smirks as her multiple hands run all over Duncan’s body. “Don’t worry about that, my prince. Under the circumstances, I won’t think of you as less of a man because you don’t have any lead in the pencil. You’re still young and virile. I’m sure we’ll manage just fine....”

She continues rocking back and forth on his crotch, and despite the knowledge that he is about to be murdered by her, Duncan’s cock does, indeed, respond to the stimulation. Feeling that her efforts are working, Banntrach smiles and says, “See what I mean? I knew you wouldn’t let me down.”

“That’s not what I’m talking about,” he says. “You said I’m not the son of King Malcolm. Did you mean it?”

Banntrach laughs. “Is it that important to you? Isn’t there another way you’d like to occupy your final thoughts?” With one of her six arms, she reaches behind and tickles Duncan’s balls with her fingertips. The effect removes the last of the softness from his cock.

Duncan shakes his head, trying to stay focused. “I need to know! Tell me!”

Banntrach lifts her hips and positions Duncan’s erect member between her legs and lowers herself onto him. She moans and resumes her back-and-forth motion on his crotch.

“Such a shame that we have to do it this way,” she says, keeping her eyes on his. “I much prefer it when the man acts on his own; there’s nothing quite as savory as a young, horny stud banging away at me for all he is worth, and the delightful taste of flesh, simmered in a savory mixture of testosterone right after he shoots his last load. When I have to use my hypnotic stare like this, your fear sweat really adds a gamey flavor to how you are going to taste. Besides, it’s a lot more work for an old woman!” She begins to bounce on his cock, enticing him ever closer to the brink.

Duncan tries to turn his eyes away from hers, but he cannot. Inwardly, he fights against the growing pull toward orgasm, but he knows it is a fight he will lose. He was already on the brink back at the barn when he was plowing into her for all he was worth. Now, it’s just a matter of time — and very little time at that.

“Would uh please just grant me this one request?” he pleads.

Banntrach smiles. “You are persistent, aren’t you? Very well.... All I know is that in your mother’s native land of Algonia there is a man who is rumored to have been your mother’s childhood sweetheart. There have long been rumors about the two of them — rumors your father was very keen to suppress.”

“Is he a wizard?” asks Duncan, pausing from biting hard on his tongue in an attempt to distract his cock from escalating the building surge in his loins.

“Again, it is all rumor,” says Banntrach, speeding up her movements and slapping her ass against Duncan’s thighs.

“But my birthmark!” exclaimed the prince. “You said we bore the same mark!”

Banntrach laughs. “My dear prince! How many women have you enticed into your bed and enchanted them promises of an experience that would have them ‘seeing stars’? Your birthmark is the worst-kept secret in all of Mirantia!”

Duncan feels his cock throbbing within Banntrach’s wet love tunnel, and he knows nothing he can do will prevent him from unloading the pent-up semen that insists upon being released. In frustration he realizes that she has given him more unanswered questions, rather than resolved any doubts.