Give her what she expectedd

Mira cursed herself. She tried not to think how she enjoyed the tangy taste in her mouth, but it was hard when its source was repeatedly poking the back of her mouth. She was going over what Marus had told her, the war was over. One of the cocks she was holding splashed precum on her face. Was he lying to her? Maybe he was, it wouldnt be above him. But why? She was already defeated, she saw how she had no means of hurting him.

The guard fucking her mouth suddenly pulled back, and before Mira could react his stiff cock slapped her in the face. She was dumbstruck "pay attention bitch" he snarled, forcing her mouth again in his dick. THis time he wasnt pointing to the celling of her mouth though, her face was held down so it reached her very throat. She could feel the cockhead touching her entrance them, and for a moment she felt like throwing up. A very short moment. Mira grew light headed, it was very hard to breath.

The cocks in her hands began to throb, and shot their load on her. She let them go, to hug the man in front of her. She felt her hands on his buttocks, hairy and firm. She craved his load, and dug her nails on him. Not enough, he still showed no sign of reaching his climax. Unable to think of anything else, she tried to calm her heart, to remember to breath. She could imagine the shaft each time entering just a little deeper, half an inch more, and more. She wondered how big he even was. And how it would feel to do the same for that....

But it wasnt about her pleasure, it was about his. And him wasnt even Marus. She finally found peace of spirit, just in time for his cock to leave her throat and start spitting sperm in her mouth. It was so much alike her nights of vigil, to wait for something larger to fill her up. His cock was done empting herself, and he wiped it clean on her face. Mira finally looked into his eyes, and was surprised at how young the guard was.

"Does it feel better, Mira?" she didnt answer "You dont seem angry, or mad anymore." again, nothing

"I imagine you are curious about the terms of the truce" No she wasnt. She wasnt remotely thinking about it. "He shall provide me with a mistress of royal blood whenever I choose to return a previous one, be her dead, alive or not quite the same. In return I shall grant him twelve trained concubines, for either his own pleasure, or others. And all the boring stuff about mutual protection and trade"

Mira looked again at the sword. So she couldnt just toss her life away, it had to mean something. But she didnt say anything.

"of course, as you are of royal blood, i gave him a small concession that you would fit his part of the trade. I guess he hopes I send you back eventually. Would you like that?" that was just taunting, and Mira didnt answer it.

"Fine, you can swallow." She did, in one gulp. She was thinking about the sword. It was too far.

"You shall be trained by the best, Mira. I look at you and I see plenty of potential. Lets how much you can learn. Depending how you fare, who knows? I might even send you back to the King"