She realised the youth of his features did not now seem to be too young, that impression had been fueled by his natural femininity, his skin fair and unblemished, his body lithe, looking quick but not especially strong. She felt her desire for conquest shift from that of land to something more primal. He stood before her then, nude and beautiful, a princess born to the wrong life, his hair a fine strawberry blonde, his eyes a deep blue, his manhood while not so small as to warrant a mocking by the average man was not particularly something to write home about. She felt curious. A man returned to the room bearing two identical blades. Belind, trying to ignore the piercing stares around him picked each up, weighing them and looking for any faults. They were well balanced and he could detect no sign of tampering or deception. He took a blade and the man offered the other to Ariela. “You must change into your fighting garb.” he said, feigning confidence, trying to instil some of the humiliation that was flooding him into her. “True.” she said simply, shrugging the dress down from her shoulders, letting the thin fabric fall to the floor. Her long raven hair cascaded down her body, her full rounded breasts on display. However, as Belind drank in the view he realised it was not her embarrassment that her nudity would create, as she seemed quite comfortable indian without her clothes, but his own, as he looked down and her massive cock came into view, he felt confusion flow rife through him. He looked at her with a red face, his mind trying to comprehend what he was looking at when a single word cut through to his mind. “Fight!” Belind blinked and fell back into a defensive stance, trying to buy a few moments time to clear his thought and place his mind but Ariela was in no mood for a slow drawn out show to toy with him. While she was confident in her nudity, the guards and generals in her tent were not deserving of her full beauty for more than a few moments. She stepped forward and feinted a blow to the right, he parried mechanically, his movements stiff, practically pulled straight from the textbook. It would’ve been a fine move, but Ariela had read every such book. She stepped to the left and ducked down inside his guard, her leg sweeping out to catch behind his own, sending him sprawling onto his back, in the space of a breath he found himself on the ground, a foot on his sword-bearing wrist and the point of her rapier against his neck. “Submit or die, your video choice.” Swallowing, very carefully, he released his blade, whispering as to not flex his throat against the point of her blade, “I submit…” She nodded simply and looked up to the General, “You will carry the message back to your forces that your Prince has submitted and that they are all to lay down arms and return to their homes. If they have not left the camp unarmed in two hours my forces will clear them out. Will they leave?” Atrin cleared his mallu adult throat and nodded, “Yes, Lady Ariela. They will disperse eagerly. What… What of the prince?” “What of the prince indeed.” she looked down at the desi boy, beautiful and helpless. “I’m going to take him, as a trophy and a pet.” she decided out loud, “He will be my little sex toy and lover. Pass that message onto the masses, let them know what resistance and defiance bought this Prince. Belind opened Mms his mouth to speak but at the flick of her wrist his voice fell silent, his mouth moving but no sound being produced, his first taste of her magic. “...I… I will say so, Lady Ariela.” Atrin said, bowing some, “May I?” “Mmm, you may leave.” she said and he nodded turning to go, but once again he stopped as she continued to speak, his hand already lifting the flap to the tent, “Be sure to come back to my camp, though, once you have passed on your message.” “My Lady?” he asked, his voice level, no trace of fear. “I like you, General Atrin. And I’ll be in need of good generals who know the lay of the land and the will of the people in the coming months and years. You will be rewarded well for your service to me.” she explained. He hesitated, but only for a moment. The dog was sniffing and licking the girl’s pussy enthusiastically. “Was?” she asks. “Oh fuck, oh fuck, I’m cumming” cried Cindy, panting. They had finally managed to find a hole in everyone schedule where they could get a break from the mid term stress of university. “I’ll drive around town. It was nice to be with someone who thought I was the most important thing in video the world. instantly numb, and she was flung backwards at least 3 feet, landing in the "Yes Mistress." The effects start to hit her and her head starts to spin. 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