The Apology Titfuck.

"My apologies, my lord." Solla smiles. "Where I'm from, we show our deference through actions, not words. Prince Donald rarely minds what I say, though the Warmistress has told me to be more respectful."

"Honestly, perhaps I overreacted." you muse. "Where I'm from, people are so sycophantic I've rarely heard them speak the truth."

"Nevertheless, I apologise if my words caused any offense, your Majesty." Solla responds in her smooth, accented tones. "If there's some way I can make things up to you, I would be happy to help."

Thinking on Solla's words, you find your eyes, and hand, drifting down to her tits. You had made a promise, and promises to yourself were the most painful ones to break...

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Solla grips her breasts, squeezing your cock between the two bountiful brown globes. You're sat on the edge of the spring now, feet dangling into the water. The Southern warrior, leaning over you, between your splayed legs, begins working your prick with her chest.

Solla's talented, giving you as good a tittyfuck as you've had on your short time on earth. Clearly, this is not the first time she's brought a man to climax with little other than her magnificent mammaries. Who, you wonder? Donald perhaps, or one of her comrades in her mercenary days? Regardless, you imagine Solla made them feel as good as she is you.

You let the dark-skinned fighter know your appreciation, moaning her name. You reach down with your good hand, caressing her face. As your thumb strays near her mouth, she takes it past her lips and begins sucking on it in such a way that you're suddenly intrigued at just how talented Solla is with her mouth.

For now, though, you focus on the incredible sensual pleasure Solla is bringing you with her tits. Every time she brings them up and down on your prick, minute waves ripple through the surface of the water around her.

You can only withstand a few more minutes of it before you come for the Southerner yet again. This time, instead of her cunt, you explode between her tits, your seed painting a thin, dispersed shot across her tits, collarbone and neck. You haven't seen many sights in the past few days more alluring.