Meeting the King

Months later, at Oferi court

Ciri was led through lavish corridors of the royal palace. One of servants accompanying her held a pillow with intricate box on it. Finally, they exited the building into a beautiful garden, with date palm trees and brushes layed out in intricate patterns. Among all of that, a main alley was clearly set out, with rows of torches illuminating it in warm Offeri night. The road ended in front of a throne on a podium, surrounded by nobles. She could spot Ahmet, close behind the throne. On the throne itself sat a powerfully built man, with dark hair and beard and brown, intelligent eyes. His fingers and hands were covered in beatiful jewelry. Ciri's group quickly crossed the distance.

The Empress herself was dressed in her best dark dress with fingerless long gloves and the crown on her head. For a moment she met the King's eyes. It was not their first meeting, as the official introductory audience had alrady taken place earlier on this day. This was less official one, but more important.

'Your Highness', Ciri started, 'I came here bearing a gift, a testament of friendship between our realms.'

She beckoned to a servant and retrieved the box from him. Holding it high, she knelt and unlatched the cover, which sprung open, revealing a bottle with crystal clear liquid.

'This is a contraceptive potion I had been taking since ascending to power. I have stopped drinking it a week ago and its effects should already be over.'

The King walked to her and reached into the box. He opened the bottle and emptied the contents on the ground, after which he pulled Ciri up.

'Let's go, Your Grace. We have a lot to discuss in private.'

Chamber he led her to was almost completely occupied by enormous bed covered in silks. There was some free space next to door. The only other furniture in the room was small table with a bottle of wine (from Touissant, of course) and two glasses. The King filled filled them with wine and passed on of them to Ciri, after which he beckoned her to sit next to him on the edge of the bed.

'I understand Ahmet has already filled you in on what I want from you, has he?' He waited for a second, then continued. 'The world needs unity, needs strength. A heir of both kingdo...'

'Stop.' interjected Ciri. She took a sip of wine before continuing. 'I don't care. Why should I? You will take me, I will give you a child and afterwards remain as a **** here, to serve and be used. And I want it.'

'I surrender to the destiny you set forth for me, so spare me grand talks and just get to it.'

She stood up and faced the King. One quick movement of her hand and the dress fell to the floor. Light from the candles spread across the room danced over her body, as she put on the show of touching herself with still gloved hands.

She carassed her breasts and nipples before moving down across her hips and between her legs. She moaned and her kness hit the floor. Ciri crawled to clearly amused King and quickly fumbled with his trousers, releasing his cock.

This time there was hardly any need for silence. Her muffled moans echoed through the palace, followed by screams when he entered her. They both shared a goal now and worked in unison to reach it.

She clasped her legs behind his back as he came for the first time. Ciri rode him to completion for the second round. She cradled his lap as they both sat on the bed, bouncing and begging, a complete mess by this point.

Finally, they drifted to sleep with his cock inside her, after one final climax.