Thread: The Conquest by The People (darkest_fate and google)

RE The Conquest by The People The exotic beauty recognized the silent command of her master. Her lips parted, suckling almost greedily upon the proffered tentacle. The beautiful bits of flesh slid so effortlessly apart, and soon a tongue slithered out, cautiously flicking at first. As it grew more apparent that she had guessed correctly, the slave threw herself into the task. A lewd slurping soon sounded, and drool could be seen gathering at the edge of this beauty's lips. She hungered for it, her mind so driven toward sexual pleasure that it became her all. That fervor showed with each motion, and she slid an impressive amount of tentacle into her tight throat, the warm cavern of her mouth eagerly welcoming the guest. Emmalee stared at this with abject horror. She could not completely steel her expression, so unprepared for the other girl's reaction. The virginal princess could only gape as the exotic beauty performed the obviously erotic act, throwing herself into it. Emmalee blushed for the shame of it, wanting suddenly to use her own magicks to disappear, or even to end this girl's life. Yet it was quite apparent that the kneeling beauty loved what she did and what was being done to her. For that exotic flower moaned and rolled her body as her master reached down. Silks parted, revealing the lean body beneath. The slitted folds of her sex looked puffed already, moisture clinging to nether lips that had long since grown used to foreign invasion. The shimmering gold of the piercing along the swollen clit drew Emmalee's especial attention, and she gasped at the sight. She'd heard of the art of piercing one's body, but she'd never have expected something like this, with an area so tender, so private... The creature spoke again, and Emmalee tore her gaze away from the writhing woman to the male who owned her. The words he spoke slithered down Emmalee's spine, forcing the beautiful princess to shudder. She had little doubt that he spoke truly, though her resolve to resist only hardened. She would worship him in body, succumb to his will if that was what it took to preserve her people and her life, but she would never succumb to him in the way he wanted. The command at the end of those words punctured the exotic girl's lust. Princess Mei-Lin pulled her lips from the tentacle, letting out a soft moan. Her hips had already started rolling, the moisture of her sex sounding out its existence quite tellingly. With hooded eyes, the bound beauty stared up at the princess, at a girl who could have been her own past reflection. I was once like you, she spoke, her voice melodic, her accent surprisingly light. A proud princess of a foreign land. My people fell before the Great People. Our swordsmen were naught, our mystics were naught, our people was naught. All is naught before the Great People. My people now serve the Great People. I resisted at first, believing in the proud spirit of my ancestors. My great master showed me the error of my ways. He opened up the doors of desire, showing me the pleasures of my body and of my flesh. I open myself to him. I am his. He may take and use my body as he wishes, and I want nothing else but that. I want to feel him, mm,' she rolled her hips, her voice finally faltering after those several moments of clarity. she pinched pink lips behind pearl white teeth, taking a deep breath before continuing. He has punctured all my holes with his great members, as he will you. You will become my sister-slave, and we shall together bear his offspring, Mei-Lin rubbed at her stomach, cooing slightly. I look forward to being the mother of the Great Master's offspring, for he is great. It is an honor to serve him. Oh, master, she rolled her eyes back, pleasure showing itself. She bent backward slightly, her hands falling to grip her ankles, her body bending toward the creature that so easily manipulated her flesh. Please, master, I need--I wish to serve. Please... She whimpered then, rotating her hips toward her master. Emmalee took that moment to break her gaze from the obscene scene before her, staring into the eyes of the creature. She is--and that is to be my fate? her eyes flicked nervously to the gyrating woman. Surely not, surely she would never... never become... that .