Ciri had other plans (MF)

Ciri sighed, lifting herself up from Ahmet's cock and reaching for it. She considered her options for a second before finally making the fateful decision. As she started to stroke him, she spoke in quiet, meek voice.

"There's a crossroad here. Take the right path. Left one would be shorter, but there are dangers on that road we are ill suited for."

She could see an understanding in Oferi's eyes, which then slowly shifted into a wolfish grin. His hand reached out to her cheek and caressed it, sending a shiver across her body. He gripped her by the hair and guided her head down.

"Thank you, Your Grace", he said, before shouting an order to driver.

As she took his hardening member between her lips, she recalled his words. He indeed was right. He didn't need to make her anything else than she already was. And, as tough and painful some of the paths she was **** on were, this fate was far from the worst.

The road was long and well maintained. The days that followed passed quickly and smoothly, seemingly like a blur.

Ciri bit hard into the pillow, muffling the moans as her body rocked under forceful thrusts of Ahmet's cock. She was close to yet another peak this evening, but it would bode bad for their plans if any rumors started, especially in Anna Henrietta's court. She had waited after the supper, glorious as it was, locked her chambers and teleported to similarly closed diplomat's chamber.

This particular one didn't have any hidden passages, of this she was sure, but the whole effort would be in vain if she started screaming uncontrollably.

Truth to be told, she was close to that. After banishing any thoughts of resistance from her mind and just accepting the destiny as a ****, she found it easier to lose herself, not that it was difficult to beging with. A weakness she had known, but decided not to fight against anymore.

She felt him lean in over her, his chest pressing against her back, hands roughly squeezing her breasts and a hot breath down her neck. 'The wine's exquisite here indeed,' he said, 'but it will be just second best thing I bring back from this journey.' He increased the pace of thrusts, clearly close to a finale of his own.

'Wouldn't... you.. agree...' Ahmet said leaning even closer, such that he could almost whisper the last word to her ear. '****?'.

He came hard inside her, his climax triggering her own, embracing her in white bliss beyond return. She no longer moaned, but screamed into soft pillow, holding it close to her face, legs trashing around and body shaking under her Master.

Maybe it was wine, maybe the changes in their relation were even deeper. He pulled out, flipped her on her back and before Ciri even registered what was going on, put his cock in her mouth. The Empress started sucking, breath quickening as she guided her hands down to touch herself while Ahmet fondled her breasts.

He got on top of her soon after, pulling her closely in embrace, her legs clinging to him closely. Next few minutes were tender, gentle, almost loving, with craftly chosen words whispered into her ear.

As they both came, he closed her lips in a kiss melting any thoughts or ego from her mind.

'Yours... yours... yours. Just fuck me like this, I beg you'.