The room was filled with a warm steam that poured from the vents in the circular room. It was dim, with candles the only source of light in the entire room. In the very center of this room was a bed that two woman and I were upon, to the side was the pile of clothes I had ripped off of us. They were two of my best slaves, a blonde and a red head. The blonde had her back laid upon the bed as I thrust into her saturated pussy, she panted heavily as she enjoyed every bit of it. The red head massaged my back, having already had her turn. All around the room were the rest of my slaves, dancing in either very little or no clothing.



“Master,” The blonde moaned. Her hair waved out in all directions upon the silk sheets, her hands laid upon mine as I squeezed her breasts tightly. Then her pussy started to convulse as she orgasmed a second time. After causing the three orgasms among the two women I had finally reached my climax. I pulled out and released my seed all upon her body, she was covered from her cunt up with semen. The blonde leaned in to kiss me, but I recoiled back. I didn't feel the same emotions of them, as they felt of me. Some of them were favored over others, but not enough to have a high emotional attachment. The blonde laid back down, feeling defeated and tired.



I unmounted her and sat on the foot of the bed, as the red head got off of my back and eagerly licked the blonde clean. This kept my dick hard, but I was too exhausted to release again so soon. Once the girl was done, she turned towards me, a drip of my seed on her chin. “No fair, master.” she said softly, as she crawled over towards me on all fours. Her back arched like a cat's, and I could see the lust in her eyes. “Why did she get to orgasm twice, while I only got to once?”



“I'm sorry,” I said, knowing just what to do. “I suppose I can fix that though, now can't I?” I gently pushed her onto her back, causing her red, moist pussy to be exposed. Her juices flowed out of it as she eagerly awaited for when I would have my way with her. And that was exactly what I was about to do. I fell down upon my belly, my head was now between her legs. My arms pushed me up a couple of inches for a better view. And that was when I put my fingers inside of her. It pumped in and out, stopping occasionally so that I could clench it and touch her g-spot. She moaned in pleasure as my fingers slipped into her body. My other hand then started to gently massage her clitoris. I moved in and started to lick her flower, tasting deep within her. It was a little tangy but I didn't mind. She gasped a little as the new pleasures overtook her, the feeling of my taste buds caused her to cum in my mouth in no time.



I swallowed her juices and got up, leaving her panting upon the bed. All around I could see that some of my other slaves started to finger themselves, giving in to their sexual urges. Two were kissing each other passionately as they fingered one another and looked about ready to give each other oral. I was to exhausted to continue with this though and made my way to the thrown, leaving the girls to do whatever they wanted.



I opened the only door in or out of the room into my actual bed chamber. “Harlots.....” I looked around but there was no one there, ignored it and started to get dressed. Once my final, regal, garment was on, I made my way to my throne, escorted by my bodyguards. They held compact rifles in their hands and were clad in heavy bullet-proof armor. Their metal boots clanged against the ground with every step.



They were jealous, they knew full well what I was just doing, and couldn't wait much longer for their turn with my slaves. The girls loved to get screwed by my well toned bodyguards, but my slaves didn't get the same pleasure from the soldiers as they got from me.



It was a long time before a word came from any of our mouths. “We've raided another Coalition village today sir,” The man to my right said through his helmet, finally breaking the silence.



“Any prisoners?” I asked, cocking my brow, as I held back my glee.



“Well not really a prisoner sir,” He said with a pause. “More like a refugee. We found her, alone, in a bomb shelter in the basement of a home after the Coalition soldiers were killed.”



“Doing what?”



“She was on the computer, she seemed awfully quick to turn off whatever she was doing though. She's about your age, sir.”



I was the youngest king and leader of the Nonconformity, at only the age of 18 I had become their lord and vowed to continue the campaign against the Joint Coalition of Earth. Thus far my popularity with my people has been great, but with other government officials... not so much. Oh well, that is a problem for a different time.



I made my way into my chair, it was the great hall and it was massive, with many tall banners hanging down the sides. It wasn't exactly to our time, with its Gothic architecture, but I still thought it looked beautiful. I took my seat right before the double doors mechanically swung open. From it I could see the nighttime horizon, the moon glistened off the lake that laid just outside the walls of my fortress. The dark silhouettes of three people emerged. My guards marched to either side of the center person, that soon was recognizable as a woman. She wasn't being forced by the men, only supported, she seemed quite tired. They walked to just ahead of my thrown, exposing her fully to the light. Her hair was down, covering up most of her face and her baggy clothing was ripped in several places, probably from Coalition ambushes on the way here.



“Hello there, madame,” I said as I stood out of the large wood carved chair like a gentlemen and walked up to her. “I'm King Demitri, of the Nonconformity.” I extended an arm for a shake, but she didn't extend hers in return. I shortly caught myself, and my rudeness. “Sorry about that, I forgot my manners.”



“My name is Zanna,” She said gently, something about her voice seemed soothing. “What do you want from me?”



“I want to make sure that nothing foul has become of you”



“I was doing fine, until your damn soldiers took me from my home.”



“I wish to extend my apology about that, they meant no harm towards you or any other civilian there.”



“Tell that to the rest of my block, or at least the rubble that remains of it.”



“We rescued you, the Coalition was planning on cutting off that town soon for purging.”



“That doesn't sound true to me, but that would explain why I didn't see anymore supply trucks come in.” She paused for a second to think. “If what you say is true then I owe you my thanks.”



“Then you are welcomed,” I said, with a smile. “But there is one other thing I need you to do for me.”



She started to look nervous. “What?” She asked cautiously.



“You have to reside here in my castle for one week as a servant as we get you situated to join our city.” I said, putting a hand on her shoulder. “Once the week is over, then feel free to leave. And the first day you may do whatever it is that you request.”



“And if I refuse?” She asked with a yawn.



“Then the council will force me to banish you from our city,” I said, knowing how cruel the other officials could be to Coalition citizens. No matter how innocent they appeared. “And I do not wish to do that, but if the entire council orders of it, then I have no choice.”



“They sound like real asses.” She said, causing me to break out into laughter as I nodded. “I suppose I shall then, but no funny business.”



“If that is what you want,” I said with a bow. “My servants are treated with the respect they truly wish for. And I can tell that you wish for a hearty amount. Now what do you wish to do for your first day.”



“Well if it is alright with you, I would really like to have a hot meal and go to bed.” She said almost collapsing; my guards were able to catch her before she hit the cold unforgiving floor.



“By all means. We just had dinner, so it's still hot.” I said, and on queue, a butler emerged with a hot plate of all sorts of delights.



“That was quick,” Zanna said, as she resisted eating the succulent morsels upon the platter, more than likely viewing it as impolite to do so. “Are you psychic?”



“No, that's just the usual request.” The butler said with a friendly laugh.



“Now my guards will bring you to your room, don't worry it isn't a prison cell.” I said, taking the platter from the butler. “It's actually quite nice, I would use the servants rooms myself but the guards don't want me sleeping in there because it doesn't double as a fallout shelter or something like that.” I paused for a moment. “Actually on second thought, I'll bring you there, I wouldn't be a good host if I didn't.” So I escorted her to her new room, alone. I had nothing to fear though, with my pistol strapped to my belt, I had all the defense I needed. But I was highly doubtful that I would require it.



As I opened the door, I heard a thud behind me. My head turned to see what happened, and she had fallen asleep, after leaning against the wall. The tray was put down on a dresser and I went back to pick her up. Cradling her in my arms as if she were my bride, I brought her into the room. Her hair flowed backwards, revealing her face, she was beautiful. Her lips looked so soft, I had to resist with all of my will to kiss her. Her face was magnificent to say the least, though I couldn't exactly place my finger on what it was that made it so.



The baggy clothing still hid most of her form, but from picking her up I noticed that she did have a very nice ass. I wanted to grope it a little; this was much harder to resist. And I eventually gave in, it felt so good in my hand. With that, I heard a giggle from her. I looked towards her face and saw that she was awake. “Couldn't resist, could you?” She asked me, I wasn't quite sure if she was angry at me or not. If she was, she was very good at concealing it. But I couldn't answer, for I was mesmerized by her eyes. They were beautiful, with no imperfections at all, unlike my own. And the glasses made them bigger and more beautiful. So all I did was shake my head.



“You didn't drug me, and make me marry you against my will, did you?” She asked, probably wondering why I was holding her like this. She looked at her hands, her ring fingers in particular.



I finally snapped myself out of it and began to talk. “Don't worry, I didn't. I'm not crazy, like that.” I said, making her slightly relieved. I gently rested her on the bed, her body settled into the soft sheets and mattress. She then began to engage me in conversation, that carried on for several hours. The dinner was left in the hall and became cold before anyone took notice of it. She wanted to go to sleep but she also wanted to talk to someone, and she took quick interest in me.



When the clock struck 3 A.M., being unable to stay up much longer. “You should change and get to bed, you seem quite a bit tired. We'll continue our talk in the morning.” My legs pushed me into a standing position and then I started to walk out of the room.



“Wait,” She said, softly, halting me where I stood. I turned around towards her. “You're not even going to stay in here and watch?”



I was a little surprised by the remark. “What makes you think that?”



“Don't kid me, I saw the half naked girls walking down the hall.” She said. All I did was blush, feeling embarrassed. She gave a small giggle, as she saw my cheeks turn red. “That's okay, you're a teenage guy. And this castle is way to big to be alone in.”



“Yes it is,” There was another pause as I struggled to grasp the proper words. “Only if it's okay with you, I do not wish to impose because of my hormones.”



“Well I suppose you saved my life, it's the least I can do.” She said with a smile, before she slowly took off her shirt. This revealed her form, which was great to say the least, with ample curves upon her healthy, skinny body. Her skin looked as smooth as Egyptian cotton, I longed to put my hands on it but I did not. I was getting confused on what I should do.



Her shirt was removed the rest of the way revealing that she was wearing a strapless bra, that held in them a medium sized pair of REAL breasts. “It looks like the castle isn't the only big thing here.” Now this confused me for a second, when then I looked down and saw that my meat had become very hard, while I was being enticed by her looks.



I tried to cover it up with my hands but it was to late. She started to laugh loudly, until she almost fell over. “Do I honestly look that sexy to you?” She said, her breath a little short now. All I did was nod, and then she slowly removed her skirt. My cock started to pulse from how hard it was.



“You're beautiful,” I said simply, giving up any hopes of hiding my meat.



She smiled back with a small laugh. “Yea... sure,”



“I mean it,” I said, and I did. I was as honest as I could be, and she must of seen it in my eyes, because her expression changed to one of amazement.



“You really do mean it don't you...” She said under her breath, she looked at her feet a little before raising her head once more. “I thought I would never do this but... would you like to... touch them.” She cupped her hands underneath her breasts to show what she had meant, while being very sexy at the same time. My curiosity got the best of me and I approached her. My hands then rested upon her covered breasts, they started to work on their own then and squeezed. She gasped as her melons were pleasantly groped, she looked like she had no intent on slapping me.



She then got a conniving smirk on her face as my hands stopped for a little. “Oh, it is so hot in here, I think I'm going to loose the bra for tonight. Would you kindly help me?” She asked innocently. I, being a gentleman, helped her by removing her bra and tossing it to the side. Her breasts bounced a little as they were freed. Once they came to a rest, I saw how large and hard her nipples were, it only made her breasts even more attractive. I rested my hands on her shoulders as my vision went from her face to her chest, and then back again, over and over again.



Zanna looked so beautiful, I was left in a trance again. She wouldn't have that though, with a gentle grip, she grabbed my wrists and slid my hands upon her breasts. She gave me a sexy look that made my cock throb even more. I groped her breast harder than before, causing her to moan in pleasure. “Harder,” She said quietly.



I squeezed harder as she asked, now she was really moaning in pleasure. “Is that good?” I asked, and her only response was a nod. She reached for my robes and slid them down my shoulders. I helped her remove my shirt, revealing my slender, muscular body. I looked down and saw her panties becoming very wet. “Well it appears I'm not the only one who likes what they are seeing.” She had no comment to this, in fact she didn't react for several seconds. Then out of no where she slapped her lips against mine, and burrowed her tongue into my mouth. My lips showed little resistance, as my eyes shut. My tongue started to wrestle with hers, as I felt a weird feeling in my heart and gut. It was, pleasurable, to say the least.



She pushed me away, I could see the lust in her now gently opened eyes. “I'm sorry, I'm to tired to go on,” She said, stretching her arms, which made her breasts move. “Can we continue this in the morning,... master?” She seemed a little joyful to say these words, I guess she likes that kind of stuff.



“It will be my pleasure,” I said, giving a bow. I walked out of the room, and noticed she blew me a kiss right as the door closed. Then I felt,... happy, honestly and truly happy, for once. I looked down, and realized that wasn't the only thing I was feeling, my cock throbbed every time Zanna went through my thoughts. Which was about every other second.



I went to bed, but I couldn't get to sleep, my horniness kept me awake. I couldn't resist my hands from grabbing my shaft and massaging it. My mind imagined Zanna doing it, which only made my hands go even faster. Normally I would of summoned one of the girls, but that felt like it would have been wrong for me to do. So my hands continued to please me. As I reached climax I started panting. “Oh... Zanna,” I said under my breath, unable to control myself. And finally, after the 30 minutes of self pleasure, I released, making my sheets a mess. All I had the energy to do after that was sleep. That night I dreamed of her, doing the exact same thing as I was. With the exception that she was thinking of me.



I woke up to the gentle light of daybreak. I looked down to see that my hand was still around my flaccid penis, wet marks surrounded the sheets in my dick's vicinity. I sneaked out of my bedroom and approached Zanna's, tiptoeing my way around. Upon arrival, I pushed the door open and there she was. She was still asleep and under her sheets, the light trickled on her face. I walked up to her, taking care not to wake her up, that is when I saw that all of her clothes, including her panties, were in a pile on the bed, instead of on her. I slowly lifted the sheets away, and just like in my dream, I saw her with one hand on her clitoris, with her fingers dipping slightly into her. Her other hand was on her breast, I noticed that there was a wet mark between her legs.



She looked beautiful, and my cock seemed to agree. In a matter of seconds it had become its full hardness, if not more so. And my sleeping garments really didn't cover it to well, being only a shirt and boxers on warm summer days like this. My cock poked through the opening in my boxers. I started to succumb to my urges once more and started to massage my shaft, cupping the head in the palm of my other hand. Then I saw that her eyes were just a little open, she was awake after all, but she was trying to fake it. I saw her hand on her clit fidget, in resistance. I continued on to see how she would react, and she didn't. She just continued to fake slumber, as she watched. Her pussy started to glisten with wetness as I came closer to climax. I panted heavily; I started to massage my balls as I rubbed up and down my shaft with my other hand.



Then, I cummed on her body, my hot seed jutting from my penis onto her breasts. Her eyes opened a little more, and she moaned in pleasure. “Somebody is a naughty boy,” She said, as she slowly sat up. She got on her knees, pointing towards me, her eyes continuously switched from my dick to my face. My dick became a little flimsy from just cumming, she wouldn't have that though. She started to caress her own breasts. This worked wonderfully, my cock became as hard as rock again. “May I have a turn master?”



I nodded in reply, I could see the lust in her eyes, and no doubt she could see the lust in mine. She closed them as she leaned in and started to suck on the tip of my cock, cleaning it of the cum , and the pre-cum that was forming. She made little circles with her tongue, which made my dick convulse with pleasure. The rim of the head was too big for her mouth so this was deep as she could get with her mouth. She made up for this though and started to jerk me off with her hand, from the rim to the pleasure center of the base. And if that wasn't enough, she surprised me and started to run the tips of her fingernails on her other hand down the main vein of my cock. All of these things together made me pant heavily in no time, it felt weird, but it felt so good at the same time.



“Oh, Zanna,” I said weakly, the first cum exhausted me. “I'm going to cum!” She continued on in silence for a few seconds. Then, just in time, she removed her mouth and held it open a few inches away. She was ready for my seed as it spurted out, coating her face, neck, and inside her mouth with the hot, thick substance. She swallowed what was in her mouth, and smiled as it went down her throat. She let go of me and started to clean her self a little.



I felt dizzy, like the world was spinning. I quickly took a seat beside her on the bed, and fell backwards. My head landed on a spot that was warm and sticky, probably where she had cummed on the sheets last night. ”That was incredible,” I said, in between my gasps. “I'm guessing I'm not the first?”



“Oh no, don't worry,” She said, swallowing the last strands of semen. “You do have privilege of being my first.” She kneel beside me and examined my body. I was amazed a virgin knew how to do that, but I was too tired to ask how. She turned around and bent over, revealing her dripping pussy. She looked over her shoulder. “Now, I think it's time to make it even.” She looked over at my now limp cock, and grabbed it with a sad expression on her face. “Aw, why is mister happy not happy?”



“It does that after cumming for a beautiful woman, like yourself.” I said, stroking my fingers through her hair. “Can I have a little bit to get ready.”



She smiled at this thought. “Sure, and I know what we can do while we wait.” She sat on my upper chest, facing my feet, and then she bent over, revealing her beautiful, hairy pussy to me. I knew then, exactly what she wanted me to do.



“Oh you dirty girl,” I said as I spread her pussy lips apart with my index and middle finger and started to lick her pussy like one would lick an ice cream cone. I spread my tongue wide as it slid across her womanhood.



She gave out a loud moan in pleasure that took her by surprise. “Yes but I'm your dirty girl,” She said with another moan. With each lick of my warm, wet tongue, she moaned louder as her pleasure intensified. Her tone changed with each different pattern of licking I did, but her pleasure still grew. “Oh, please, more... don't stop” She moaned as panting began to mix with it, I could tell her climax grew near. I did as she asked, being the gentleman that I am, I started to lick faster and faster, alternating between her pussy and clit. Then she finally gave me what I wanted, with the unmistakable moan of orgasm she released onto my face, like a hose. She looked weak as she trembled, and moaned once more as I licked her clean.



She dismounted me and fell onto her side, still trembling in pleasure. I crawled up to her and laid in front of her looking into her eyes. She was breathing heavily still as she looked back. “That was amazing,” She said in between her panting. She swallowed and stopped the panting and looked at me in a very sexy manner. “That means the next part should be even better.”



“Don't worry, it will be,” I said as I leaned in to kiss her. She kissed back and showed little resistance as I pierced my tongue between her lips to be welcomed by her own. As they wrestled, I climbed on top of her, not breaking the bond we were making with our mouths. I grabbed her beautiful breasts and squeezed them, her nipples stood out, erect, in between my fingers. The only thing harder then them was my cock as it loomed by her pussy. They both dripped as they awaited to be join as one. And I could sense she was getting impatient with me, not just by the fact that she wrapped her arms and legs around me and pulled me closer.



I let go of her breast with one of my hands and used it to grab her ass. And then, I gave her what she was waiting for. I pulled my self into her, filling up every inch of her walls with my meat. It was such a tight fit, I worried that it wouldn't go in farther, but miraculously her lips wrapped around me. She pulled her mouth away from mine and gasped in pleasure as my shaft entered her. I must admit though, that I also gasped in pleasure, for it was the most wonderful feeling pussy I had ever had the joy of filling up. I pulled back to a point where only the head of my cock was sticking in. She gave me a look of sorrow and whimpered for more, I couldn't take it much more and thrust back into her. Then I pulled back and rammed into her again and again, not incredibly fast, but fast enough.



Her eyes widened as her pleasure increased, and her panting become heavier and more rapid. I knew from experience she was about to cum, but I wasn't even close to completion yet. Then after a few more thrusts, she gave a very loud gasp. I felt her walls contract around my cock, as she released her cum, into my pre-cum. She had officially lost her virginity and she didn't look very sad about it.



The smell of her womanly juices was so intoxicating, it made me want even more than I had already received. “Screw me faster, my king!” She said, she wanted it rough now and knew I had the energy to give it to her. I wanted her to be pleased, so I granted her request. Slowly I increased my pace to that of a horny dog, my massive cock slipping in and out of her with ease now. Our skin slapped together, sounding like a drum beat. Her panting increased as well, becoming just as heavy and quick as my thrusts, if not more so. She made an attempt to thrust back, but seemed futile since my thrusts just pushed her back down.



She made a loud scream of pleasure in orgasm, her walls tightening around me. I'm sure that other people in the castle could here, but I didn't care. I wanted them to hear our love making. She wrapped her arms around my back in an attempt to stay there, so that she could receive more. As her hands clasped together behind my back, she made another scream as she cummed again, and then again, and again. I looked at her face, as she continued to pant and scream, her tongue hung out of her mouth, it waved up every time I thrust into her. And her eyes had an almost lifeless glaze over them. I had seen that face before and knew that she was having the best time of her life.



She screamed again, which finally brought me close to my climax. I held her closer to me as I thrusted into her, and whispered into her ear. “I hope you aren't having you're period.”



She brought her tongue back into her mouth. “No, it just ended a couple days ago... AH!” She screamed of orgasm again.



“Perfect,” I said, having trouble through my panting. I kissed her upon the lips and wrestled my own tongue with hers. Finally, I cummed inside of her with an explosive burst of semen. And she cummed to, our hot, sweat coated bodies trembled together as I released load after load into her. With each wad of cum that pulsed from my cock, she gave a small muffled scream. It felt so good to finally release my load, I'm pretty sure she may have liked it more though. I leaned her down and sat up as I pulled my shaft out of her, still releasing wads of cum, now onto her beautiful breasts. I painted her body white, as she painted my crotch with her cum and my seed that was dripping out of her.



Finally releasing my final load onto her, I fell to her side. Our breaths starting to slow down from the hectic panting. She looked into my eyes as I looked into hers, she had several strands of my seed land on her face, which she was trying to lick off with her tongue. In my peripherals I noticed that her body was completely plastered in cum. Its smell mixed with that of her sweat and her natural lubricant to make a smell that was very alluring. “That was incredible,” She said, wrapping her still trembling arms around me. She leaned in to kiss me, and I didn't resist, her lips tasted lovely, though the taste I could not describe. She drew away from our affection. “Oh look at me, I'm a mess, I'm going to take a shower.”



“It's right over there,” I said pointing to a door in the room.



She got up and walked away, with a trot that showed she wanted more. She entered the door, and closed it. But after a second it reopened and from within she spoke. “Aren't you coming with, master?” Her tone was very erotic, she couldn't get enough of me.



“Well, I do need to wash up a little.” I said, acting like I didn't know what was in store for me, but my shaft was like stone with anticipation, and my balls ached as they longed to plant more of my seed in her. This is going to be a good week.