The Lesbian's Choice

Persephone turns to the crowd, her voice ringing out over the assembled nobility, sharp and commanding. The air in the chamber feels heavy, charged with tension and anticipation. Every eye is fixed on her, every breath held.

"Sophia," she begins, her tone deliberate, "we all know your disdain for men. But are you selfless enough to set aside your natural inclinations for the benefit of Askeria?"

The muscular young woman steps forward, her broad shoulders squared, her hazel eyes narrowing as they fall upon you. Her gaze lingers on the enormous appendage dangling between your legs, and a faint frown tugs at her lips. Her jaw tightens, but she does not look away.

"For my house, for Askeria, and for our Holy Goddess," Sophia declares, her voice steady despite the flicker of discomfort in her eyes, "I will take this male as my husband and allow him into my body."

With mechanical precision, she unties the belt around her waist and lets her dress fall to the floor. The fabric pools at her feet, revealing her sun-kissed skin, taut and muscular, every curve and ridge of her body a testament to her strength. Her short-cropped black hair frames her face, and her hazel eyes bore into you, unflinching.

"Do you like what you see, male?" she asks, her voice low and edged with bitterness. "Does it excite you, knowing that I find the very notion of having you inside me horrifying?"

She steps closer, her bare breasts brushing against your chest, the heat of her skin searing even through the thin layer of sweat that glistens on her body. Her hands, strong and calloused, reach out and grasp your hardening cock.

"I can tell by the look on your face that it does," she murmurs, her breath hot against your ear. "And I can tell by this, too."

The feeling of her rough hand on your cock sends a shiver down your spine, a mix of pleasure and unease coiling in your gut. She releases you abruptly and turns back to Persephone, her expression unreadable.

"There is no way I’m getting this in me without a little help," Sophia says, her voice firm. "Is there any way I can have my consort, Lila, help things along?"

Persephone shrugs, her lips curling into a faint smile. "I don’t see why not."

Sophia nods and summons a nearby guard with a sharp gesture. She whispers something to the guard, her voice too low to hear, and the woman salutes before hurrying off to where the other members of House Duccato watch the ceremony.

Moments later, a young, dark-skinned woman dressed in a peach gown scurries up to the dais. Lila’s movements are quick and graceful, her eyes wide with a mix of apprehension and determination. She hurries to Sophia’s side, her small frame a stark contrast to the duchess’s muscular build.

"Be strong, my love," Lila whispers, her voice trembling as she takes Sophia’s hand and kisses it. She guides Sophia’s hand to her chest, pressing it against her heart. "We’ll get through this together."

Lila leans in and kisses Sophia gently on the lips, her own small hand reaching down to cup the larger woman’s sex. Sophia lets out a low groan, her eyes rolling back as Lila’s fingers begin to caress her, expertly working their way around her most sensitive areas.

"That’s right," Lila coos, her voice soft and soothing. "Just imagine it’s you and I alone. Forget this male. Forget everything."

Her fingers slide lower, slipping into Sophia’s moistening cunt, moving in and out with practiced ease as her thumb rubs slow, deliberate circles over the duchess’s clitoris. Sophia’s breathing grows ragged, her cheeks flushing with a mix of embarrassment and arousal.

Lila breaks the kiss and smiles up at Sophia, her lips brushing against the taller woman’s ear. "Pretend it’s me entering you," she whispers, her voice barely audible.

No knowing what’s expected, you move behind Sophia, your hands settling on her hips. Her skin is warm beneath your palms, her muscles taut. You press the head of your cock against her dripping entrance, and she freezes. For a moment, you half expect her to shove you away, but Lila takes Sophia’s face in her hands, holding her close, her gaze steady and reassuring.

"Focus on me," Lila says, her voice firm despite the tremor in her words. "Just focus on me."

Sophia nods, her breath hitching as Lila leans in and kisses her again, her fingers continuing their work even as you inch your way into her. Her pussy is like a vice, tight and unyielding, squeezing your cock as if trying to **** you out.

You brace yourself against her shoulders and push in the rest of the way, her knees nearly buckling beneath her as you drive home. Sophia’s hands scrabble for purchase, her strong fingers digging into your thighs as you begin to move, slowly at first, testing the limits of her body.

Her muscles ripple beneath your hands as you explore her body, your fingers tracing the ridges of her washboard abs, the powerful curve of her thighs, the firm swell of her chest. Finally, your hand takes the place of Lila’s, your fingers finding her sensitive nub and rubbing it in slow, deliberate circles as you slide in and out of her.

"Yes," Sophia groans, her body shuddering as she begins to rock back and forth, matching your rhythm. Her breathing quickens, her chest rising and falling with each thrust. "Just like that."

She’s beautiful like this, her face flushed, her lips parted as she gasps for air. Your cock twitches within her at the thought of cumming inside her, of claiming her in this most primal way.

Sophia cocks her head back and kisses you full on the lips, her tongue invading your mouth with a ferocity that surprises you. Lila stands off to the side, all but forgotten in the throes of Sophia’s passion.

With a shudder, Sophia’s cunt clamps down on you, her entire body stiffening as her orgasm rushes through her. Her powerful arms reach back and pull you in until the root of your cock is nestled against the lips of her distended quim.

"Oh, fuck," she cries, her voice hoarse and raw. "Give it to me."

Her fingers dig painfully into your flesh as another orgasm washes over her, her body trembling with the **** of it. "Fuck," she cries again, her cunt spasming around you. "Cum in me, male. Do it now!"

Her words trigger something deep within you, and with a growl, you thrust up, burying yourself to the hilt in her. You explode inside her, filling her with a torrent of cum, your body shuddering with the intensity of your release.

The two of you bask in your mutual pleasure, her muscles contracting around your cock, squeezing every last drop out of you. After a few moments, she sags forward and into Lila’s waiting arms, your cock slipping out of her with a soft, wet sound.

Sophia takes a deep breath, her chest rising and falling as she slowly climbs back to her feet. She turns to Lila, her expression softening as she gives the younger woman a weak smile.

"Thank you," she whispers, her voice barely audible. "You have served me well this day."

Then she turns to Persephone, her chin lifted in defiance. "Is that proof enough of my commitment to our people?" she demands, gesturing to the mess leaking from her.

"It is," Persephone responds simply, her voice calm and unwavering. "Welcome, sister. Take your place at my side."