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WARNING: THIS IS A RAVISHMENT SEX FANTASY THAT MIGHT BE OFFENSIVE TO SOME.
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The stunningly beautiful Prince Miro is conflicted. His captor, King Jai, has become extremely enamored of him. His best friend - fellow sex slave Tia, who is in love with him - wants him to escape.
When his father negotiates a prisoner exchange, Prince Miro is made to go through several challenges. He must simultaneously best ten men by sword, and then put on a sexual exhibition for revelers in a pavilion of earthly delights.
But Prince Miro plans to assassinate King Jai. When the hour is ripe, will he do it?
This BDSM novelette (11,200 words) is Book Three of 'The Royal Captive' series.
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The party continues below the dais. More guests approach the throne to offer trinkets. The mound of treasures and glittering objects before the dais turns into a small hillock. Laughter tinkles everywhere.
Some of the guests grab the semi-naked slaves to fondle their breasts and genitals. The aroma of roasting meat wafts around the billowing curtains and silken sheets. A minstrel plays merry music, and several nude dancing girls frolic in the middle of the floor.
I spy Tia being groped by a red-cheeked guest, who probably has had too much to drink. I bridle with anger. The guest inserts two of his fingers into her exposed vagina, and she tries to fend him off while holding on to a decanter of wine.
Spirus observes me from the other side of the pavilion. He flashes me an evil grin.
King Jai's voice is smoky with drink and desire as he says to me, "I wish to taste your lips around my cock."
I am slightly alarmed, because there are guests everywhere, watching our every move. Does he wish to display my sexual slavery in front of so many people?
King Jai smiles as he lifts the front of his robe.
"Come," he beckons.
Aware of Dimetryon and my father's other bannermen watching me, I shift my position so that my head is poised at King Jai's half-hidden cock. Its massive girth rears like a flagpole before my face, obscured from the crowd by my body.
I take it into my mouth. Or at least, I attempt to. It is so huge that I have to stretch my mouth to its maximal capacity to take it in. From my experience in the orgy with King Jai's generals, I am now quite adept at sucking cock.
I slide the gargantuan cock in and out of my mouth. My cheeks flush with embarrassment as hot eyes rake my back and buttocks, with the beads smacking the carpeted floor of the dais as I rock my body back and forth. My own penis has not lost its tensile turgor.
What does it mean? That I am aroused by all this?
King Jai's large hands clasp the back of my head, guiding my mouth to take in his cock deeper and deeper into my throat.
"Faster," he says.
I increase the rhythm of my bobbing head. My teeth graze his salty flesh. A soft moan of pleasure uncurls from King Jai's throat as I continue to pump his cock with my wet mouth. Behind me, the party scales into a frenzy, with laughter and gaiety filling the erotically charged atmosphere.
Then, just as fast as he has pulled me towards him, he pushes my head away from his penis. I am bewildered and dazed, my lips dripping with his pre-cum.