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Nameless, but for the etchings driven into her tawny skin at birth.
Instead, he panted through his teeth and lifted his gaze. Watching the other male for signs of impending death.
He saw only the slow pass of a tight fist and the mushroom flare of that royal cock popping through the tight ring of the prince’s fingers.
“That’s it,” Sinadim cooed, grinning at the show. Watching without a blink as his little slut pulled Balkazar’s dick from his pants, and began to lap at his weeping cock. Sucking on his end, where he couldn’t help but send an eager spurt to flood her mouth.
And the little slut moaned.
“Does he taste good?” Sinadim asked, voice a quiet drone. Fist a steady piston. “Does the war chief taste better than your prince?”
She didn’t answer.
Not immediately. Not with words.
‘Cause she couldn’t.
Somehow, while he hadn’t been looking, Balkazar’s fist had found an anchor in her hair. Claimed leverage that forced her down his length while he shot another overeager pulse of seed at the back of her throat.
She spluttered as he withdrew. “Tastes good, my prince. Tastes like more,” she breathed and swallowed him down again. This time, without prompting.
Laughing, Sinadim flashed his teeth. Blond mane standing on end, flooding the tent with the scent of dominance, he went to his knees behind her.
Balkazar nearly buckled.
The sight of Prince Sinadim kneeling before him as the war chief worked not to see the whore swallowing his cock? It was enough to bind his balls tight to his shaft, enough that he drove himself into the back of her throat and shuddered as he fought for restraint. To make this last.
“He’s going to cum down your throat, brave girl,” Sinadim murmured, claiming that fist full of her hair in hands far more gentle than Balkazar’s punishing grip. Winding it around his fist, Sinadim drove her forward. And as Balkazar stretched her jaws, the prince took his cock in his free hand and slid into her cunt. Easily. “Are you ready for it?”
She groaned.
Taking Sinadim to the root as she was born to do, Balkazar watched as she was filled from both ends.
It was too much.
Not enough.
And then the prince pushed her deeper onto Balkazar’s prick. Initiating a slow, steady rhythm that saw the war chief serviced from root to tip and back.
“A little deeper,” Sinadim coached, matching the pace he set. Fucking her cunt in long, steady strokes that drew the scent of slick into the heated air as it spilled down her thighs. Using her throat to fuck Balkazar in an equally dizzying pace. “Swallow him—that’s a good girl. Nice and deep. Breathe when he’s not in your throat. Just a bit more, pretty girl. He’s going to cum in just a few more strokes, and I don’t want you to spill a drop. Can you do that for me?”
She nodded as best she could with a mouth full of cock. Her throat issuing a muffled sound of agreement that tipped Balkazar over the edge at last.
Mane shivering, tail arching, he shuffled half a step forward as the first jet of sperm erupted from his balls.
Spluttering at the force, she coughed—and his tip slipped through the tight ring of cartilage at the back of her throat.
“Good girl,” Sinadim cooed, working her head at the perfect pace to prolong Balkazar’s orgasm. Dragging it out. His timing flawless, Sinadim managed to pull her face back at the end of every gushing torrent dragged from the war chief’s balls, only to force her further down his shaft at the crest of each new surge.
Balkazar didn’t blink.
Not once.
No, despite the way his vision had tunneled, sparkling with dark stars at the edges, the war chief couldn’t tear his eyes from the prince’s face.
“Use your hand to milk his balls. Yes, just like that. That’s the last of it, now,” Sinadim cooed, slowing to give Balkazar time to recover. “Give him another good, deep swallow before you clean him up.”
Obedient little slut that she was, the Omega feasted on sperm as if it were the finest meal she’d ever eaten.
