She Obeys Without Question

Without another word, the petite assassin moves toward where you lie on the princess’s plush carpet, her movements as silent and deliberate as a predator’s. She kneels beside you, her black leather armor creaking faintly as she settles into place.

“How would you like me to proceed?” she asks, her voice calm and devoid of emotion, as if she’s discussing the weather rather than an intimate act.

The princess pauses for a moment, her fingers tapping idly against the armrest of her throne as she considers the question. “Ride him,” she commands finally, her tone sharp and authoritative.

Cassandra nods, her expression unreadable, and turns her full attention to you for the first time. Her piercing gaze locks onto yours, and for a moment, you feel as though she’s looking straight through you, assessing, calculating.

You can hardly believe it. You were sure there would be repercussions for forcing yourself onto the princess, but instead of punishing you, she’s now commanding one of her subjects to fuck you. The hint of a smile forms at the corner of your lips, but it quickly fades under Cassandra’s cold, unflinching stare.

“You will remain still unless I give you an explicit command,” she says, her voice low and firm. “Do you understand?” Without waiting for a response, she pulls out her cruel-looking dagger and places it carefully beside your head, the blade glinting in the candlelight.

With practiced grace, she slips out of her tight leather pants, allowing them to fall gently to her waist. Like the princess, the assassin is bare between the legs, the smooth, pale skin of her labia sealed tightly without a hint of arousal. Her body is lean and muscular, her movements precise and controlled as she kneels beside you.

She takes your massive cock into one of her small hands, her touch surprisingly gentle as she begins to stroke up and down the length of your shaft. Her fingers are cool against your heated skin, and despite her cold demeanor, you feel yourself stiffen under her ministrations.

“So soon?” the princess croons from her throne, her voice dripping with amusement. “This man is a rare creature indeed.” She leans back, one of her fingers disappearing between her legs as she watches the scene unfold. “Why don’t you clean him off? Show him how special he is.”

Cassandra’s lips tighten into a thin line, and she shoots a dangerous look at the princess. “You’re sick,” she mutters under her breath.

“Do as I fucking say!” the princess snaps, her voice sharp and commanding.

Without another word of complaint, Cassandra leans down, her lips wrapping around the tip of your cock. Her mouth is warm and wet, her tongue flicking against the sensitive head as she begins to suckle gently. She alternates between sucking and licking, her movements slow and deliberate, bringing you close to orgasm but never letting you tip over the edge.

The princess watches with rapt attention, her fingers working furiously between her legs. “Do it,” she demands, her voice breathy with arousal.

Cassandra pulls away, her lips glistening, and straddles you, her leather jerkin pressing against your chest as she positions herself above you. Your shaft presses up against her tight leather jerkin, its tip reaching midway between her tightly bound breasts.

“It’s between your tits, Cassy!” the princess cackles from her seat, her laughter echoing through the room.

Cassandra’s expression remains impassive, but her jaw tightens as she leans forward, her hands braced against your chest. Ever so slowly, she begins to grind against your cock, allowing the length of your shaft to rub against her womanhood. Back and forth she slides, her movements controlled and unhurried, never once altering her pace.

Her control is impressive, but despite her face betraying no hint of emotion, you can feel her start to moisten against you, her body betraying her arousal even as she maintains her composure.

You allow your eyes to wander over to the princess as you lay back and enjoy the sensation. She’s now furiously pleasuring herself on her throne, one long leg draped over the arm of her chair, two fingers hooking in and out of her glistening twat. Her breath comes in short, sharp gasps, her eyes locked on the scene before her.

As Cassandra slides near the top of your shaft, you grab her by the hips, your fingers digging into her supple flesh. Her eyes widen as she realizes what you intend, and she reaches for the dagger, but it’s too late. For the briefest of instants, her pussy resists the massive tip of your cock, but aided by her now considerable wetness, the full length of you sinks into her with relative ease.

With a cry of surprise, Cassandra collapses against your chest, her body trembling as she struggles to acclimate to the monstrous intruder. Her breath comes in ragged gasps, her hands clutching at your shoulders as she fights to maintain control.

A silence settles over the room, punctuated only by the assassin’s ragged breathing and the squelching of the princess’s fingers working their way in and out of her sopping cunt.