As soon as Lady Parthia helped Alexander take off his underwear, she instantly came face to face with his enormous organ and she could not help but gasp in wonder.
Towering majestically into the sky, its length and girth was enormous.
Thick, robust, blue veins ran through it, pulsing with power and the bulbous red head on top gave it an almost frightening look.
Only one word came to Lady Parthia's mind when attempting to describe it- monstrous.
'There is no way it's going to fit!' And her body shivered at the thought of what this thing was doing to do to her tonight.
While Alexander, looking down imperiously at the lady who was squatting down, could not help very proud after seeing the reaction.
It was something every man wished to see.
"Impressive, isn't it?" He thus smirked, and arrogantly placed the entire organ on Lady Parthia's beautiful, mature face, with the tip starting from her forehead, running all the way across her beautiful face, going past her chin, and even extending slightly beyond that, as his large balls dangled in the air.
The fact that Alexander was able to do such a thing to a queen of a nation and such a beautiful one at that made his turgid organ even harder than usual.
As for Lady Parthia, she literally felt her vision darken at this 'docking', the weight of the impressive organ putting an almost oppressive weight on her, the heat coming off the thing seeming to scald her face.
But perhaps it was the musky, meaty smell, developed from Alexander's natural odor and concentrated over time due to being stored in his pants that enthralled her the most, appearing like a potent aphrodisiac to the lady.
In fact, so enamored was she by this smell that although Alexander's brazen act should have incensed her, somehow she only felt excited as her lower half rejoiced by almost flooding itself just from this, recognizing it as being from a man in his prime.
*Sniff*
And having it so close to her face, Lady Parthia could not help but thus sneakily take a long whiff.
Sneakily because she felt very ashamed of doing this, but seemed unable to control herself.
Although this endeavour was really a moot point since Alexander clearly felt the flow of air around there change the moment Lady Parthia did so.
And snickered when he felt a rhythmic pattern, clearly showing that once was not enough for the refined lady, she wanted more.
'Heh! No matter how refined a woman might appear on the outside, there is always an inner slut hidden inside.' Alexander even recited more very bad poetry inside his head.
As for Lady Parthia, even though she clearly knew what she was doing was wrong, she could not help herself.
'Ah, it smells so bad! But why do I keep sniffing it? It smells so good!' The queen's mind appeared muddled with contradicting statements.
Some 'irrational' part of her brain even wanted her to stick her tongue out and give it a lick.
"My lord, the sun will set soon. We should not dally!"
It was suddenly then that Ophenia decided to intervene with this melodious statement from behind, sending it wafting through the air from the back in a cool, neutral voice,
She had been up until now happy to let the couple enjoy their foreplay, but if they wanted to enjoy all that she had planned, they needed to get moving.
And this reminder was finally enough to break Lady Parthia out of her trance, as then waking up to the act she suddenly separated from Alexander with almost a leap, both in horror and shame.
She could not believe what she was just about to do.
"Ah… yes, let's." While Alexander, although much less dramatic in his response, was similarly disappointed.
He would have loved to make that women suck him off.
But he also knew Ophenia had good reasons to intervene.
The girl had meticulously planned all the activities, designed with the sole intention of delivering as much pleasure as possible to the queen in order to break her as far as possible.
She wanted to make this regal woman a slave to her master's cock.
Alexander had chucked a bit when Ophenia revealed this to him.
But decided to play along nevertheless.
Hence at her urging, he swiftly turned to Lady Parthia and gestured for her to get up, before pointing towards a white masseuse bed placed strategically near the balcony, and inviting with a smile,
"Well then my lady, this way, please. Let's get you prepared."
The preparation he was referring to was the oiling and scenting part of the 'ceremony'.
*Nod*
Lady Parthia only replied with a small nod, her head once again lowered for she was still reeling from the shame of what she was about to do as she made her towards the devan.
While from the back, Alexander watched with a drooling look how Lady Parthia's naked ass shook and swayed with each step.
He could not wait to get started.
As per the instruction, Lady Parthia lay down on the bed on her stomach, leaving her defenseless back,and bare ass under Alexander's mercy.
She still had her clothes, however negligible they were, as well as her jewelry, as per Alexander's ask, accompanied by her high heels.
And although she was still very embarrassed was this position, it was hundreds of times more than the alternative.
If she was really asked to look at Alexander while he did what she thought he was going to do, she did not think she would be able to go through it.
Thus in an attempt to hide herself, the moment she hit the bed, she drove her face right into the soft pillow, wishing to become one with it.
An act that although she did not know, only worked to amuse Alexander.
For if Lady Parthia thought she could use that pillow to hide her face and drown all her moans, she was surely mistaken.
Ophenia had long thought about that.
Thus as Alexander was about to start his massage, he instructed Lady Parthia with these words, "My lady, please answer any question I might have for you. This is also part of the ritual."
For the former queen, perhaps not even reading out her death sentence would have made her heart lurch so much.
And if Alexander could see, he would have certainly enjoyed watching the pale, frightened face she was pulling.
But the man was currently busy wetting his hand with warm oil from a lamp, after which he started to pour generous quantities of it onto the queen's fair back and then without further ado, dove in.
He started from the very top, her shoulder, and started to massage them, gently but firmly, before slowly going downward up to the lower middle, pressing various points, hard and soft along the way.
"My lady, your shoulders are stiff. You have been under a lot of stress lately, haven't you?" And as Alexander's hands roamed freely across the 'lush countryside,' feeling the warm, soft, supple flesh and taking in the sweet scent, he made such a seemingly innocuous query.
But even then Lady Parthia was initially too embarrassed to answer.
"Haven't you!" Until Alexander began to insist, lightly pinching her back to force a reply.
"Ye… yes."Lady Parthia mewled in a low, shy tone.
"Good… now why don't you tell me how you usually spend your days in Tibias."
With this small opening made, Alexander then began to work expanding it, and for the next ten to fifteen minutes, the two chatted about the most mundane stuff.
While Alexander's hands too remained surprisingly honest, restricting themselves to only the queen's back.
Although his hands very much itched to start playing with that ass, he held off, recalling Ophenia's instruction.
'Master, the initial stages of the massage are meant to weaken the prey, to lull it to the proceeding danger' She had said.
And that was indeed what was happening, as the warm oil, the slightly chilly weather of the spring late afternoon, and Alexander's large hands quickly started to make Lady Parthia feel like she was floating.
The rough, manly hands flowing over her skin quickly warmed that place up, turning it flushed and red, while each of the fingers seemed to know exactly where to press on her back, every time releasing a packet of trapped stress from her body and making her feel lighter.
Even the conversation was not half bad, as they talked about nothing in particular, some mundane fluff.
Thus soon, Lady Parthia began to relax, her body feeling paradoxically both light and heavy, as it appeared very unwilling to move.
But this beautiful atmosphere was bound to shatter at one point or the other.
And it happened as Alexander decided to move on to the next stage.
"Let's move a bit lower," Lady Parthia heard the soft but dreaded words and instantly felt the warm oil being dripped over her ass, the viscous liquid slowly rolling all over her large, flawless butt, spreading all across and even spilling into her asscrack, wetting it.
She slightly shivered, and her face heated up as she felt a pair of calloused hands dig into them into hesitation.
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As soon as Lady Parthia helped Alexander take off his underwear, she instantly came face to face with his enormous organ and she could not help but gasp in wonder.
Towering majestically into the sky, its length and girth was enormous.
Thick, robust, blue veins ran through it, pulsing with power and the bulbous red head on top gave it an almost frightening look.
Only one word came to Lady Parthia's mind when attempting to describe it- monstrous.
'There is no way it's going to fit!' And her body shivered at the thought of what this thing was doing to do to her tonight.
While Alexander, looking down imperiously at the lady who was squatting down, could not help very proud after seeing the reaction.
It was something every man wished to see.
"Impressive, isn't it?" He thus smirked, and arrogantly placed the entire organ on Lady Parthia's beautiful, mature face, with the tip starting from her forehead, running all the way across her beautiful face, going past her chin, and even extending slightly beyond that, as his large balls dangled in the air.
The fact that Alexander was able to do such a thing to a queen of a nation and such a beautiful one at that made his turgid organ even harder than usual.
As for Lady Parthia, she literally felt her vision darken at this 'docking', the weight of the impressive organ putting an almost oppressive weight on her, the heat coming off the thing seeming to scald her face.
But perhaps it was the musky, meaty smell, developed from Alexander's natural odor and concentrated over time due to being stored in his pants that enthralled her the most, appearing like a potent aphrodisiac to the lady.
In fact, so enamored was she by this smell that although Alexander's brazen act should have incensed her, somehow she only felt excited as her lower half rejoiced by almost flooding itself just from this, recognizing it as being from a man in his prime.
*Sniff*
And having it so close to her face, Lady Parthia could not help but thus sneakily take a long whiff.
Sneakily because she felt very ashamed of doing this, but seemed unable to control herself.
Although this endeavour was really a moot point since Alexander clearly felt the flow of air around there change the moment Lady Parthia did so.
And snickered when he felt a rhythmic pattern, clearly showing that once was not enough for the refined lady, she wanted more.
'Heh! No matter how refined a woman might appear on the outside, there is always an inner slut hidden inside.' Alexander even recited more very bad poetry inside his head.
As for Lady Parthia, even though she clearly knew what she was doing was wrong, she could not help herself.
'Ah, it smells so bad! But why do I keep sniffing it? It smells so good!' The queen's mind appeared muddled with contradicting statements.
Some 'irrational' part of her brain even wanted her to stick her tongue out and give it a lick.
"My lord, the sun will set soon. We should not dally!"
It was suddenly then that Ophenia decided to intervene with this melodious statement from behind, sending it wafting through the air from the back in a cool, neutral voice,
She had been up until now happy to let the couple enjoy their foreplay, but if they wanted to enjoy all that she had planned, they needed to get moving.
And this reminder was finally enough to break Lady Parthia out of her trance, as then waking up to the act she suddenly separated from Alexander with almost a leap, both in horror and shame.
She could not believe what she was just about to do.
"Ah… yes, let's." While Alexander, although much less dramatic in his response, was similarly disappointed.
He would have loved to make that women suck him off.
But he also knew Ophenia had good reasons to intervene.
The girl had meticulously planned all the activities, designed with the sole intention of delivering as much pleasure as possible to the queen in order to break her as far as possible.
She wanted to make this regal woman a slave to her master's cock.
Alexander had chucked a bit when Ophenia revealed this to him.
But decided to play along nevertheless.
Hence at her urging, he swiftly turned to Lady Parthia and gestured for her to get up, before pointing towards a white masseuse bed placed strategically near the balcony, and inviting with a smile,
"Well then my lady, this way, please. Let's get you prepared."
The preparation he was referring to was the oiling and scenting part of the 'ceremony'.
*Nod*
Lady Parthia only replied with a small nod, her head once again lowered for she was still reeling from the shame of what she was about to do as she made her towards the devan.
While from the back, Alexander watched with a drooling look how Lady Parthia's naked ass shook and swayed with each step.
He could not wait to get started.
As per the instruction, Lady Parthia lay down on the bed on her stomach, leaving her defenseless back,and bare ass under Alexander's mercy.
She still had her clothes, however negligible they were, as well as her jewelry, as per Alexander's ask, accompanied by her high heels.
And although she was still very embarrassed was this position, it was hundreds of times more than the alternative.
If she was really asked to look at Alexander while he did what she thought he was going to do, she did not think she would be able to go through it.
Thus in an attempt to hide herself, the moment she hit the bed, she drove her face right into the soft pillow, wishing to become one with it.
An act that although she did not know, only worked to amuse Alexander.
For if Lady Parthia thought she could use that pillow to hide her face and drown all her moans, she was surely mistaken.
Ophenia had long thought about that.
Thus as Alexander was about to start his massage, he instructed Lady Parthia with these words, "My lady, please answer any question I might have for you. This is also part of the ritual."
For the former queen, perhaps not even reading out her death sentence would have made her heart lurch so much.
And if Alexander could see, he would have certainly enjoyed watching the pale, frightened face she was pulling.
But the man was currently busy wetting his hand with warm oil from a lamp, after which he started to pour generous quantities of it onto the queen's fair back and then without further ado, dove in.
He started from the very top, her shoulder, and started to massage them, gently but firmly, before slowly going downward up to the lower middle, pressing various points, hard and soft along the way.
"My lady, your shoulders are stiff. You have been under a lot of stress lately, haven't you?" And as Alexander's hands roamed freely across the 'lush countryside,' feeling the warm, soft, supple flesh and taking in the sweet scent, he made such a seemingly innocuous query.
But even then Lady Parthia was initially too embarrassed to answer.
"Haven't you!" Until Alexander began to insist, lightly pinching her back to force a reply.
"Ye… yes."Lady Parthia mewled in a low, shy tone.
"Good… now why don't you tell me how you usually spend your days in Tibias."
With this small opening made, Alexander then began to work expanding it, and for the next ten to fifteen minutes, the two chatted about the most mundane stuff.
While Alexander's hands too remained surprisingly honest, restricting themselves to only the queen's back.
Although his hands very much itched to start playing with that ass, he held off, recalling Ophenia's instruction.
'Master, the initial stages of the massage are meant to weaken the prey, to lull it to the proceeding danger' She had said.
And that was indeed what was happening, as the warm oil, the slightly chilly weather of the spring late afternoon, and Alexander's large hands quickly started to make Lady Parthia feel like she was floating.
The rough, manly hands flowing over her skin quickly warmed that place up, turning it flushed and red, while each of the fingers seemed to know exactly where to press on her back, every time releasing a packet of trapped stress from her body and making her feel lighter.
Even the conversation was not half bad, as they talked about nothing in particular, some mundane fluff.
Thus soon, Lady Parthia began to relax, her body feeling paradoxically both light and heavy, as it appeared very unwilling to move.
But this beautiful atmosphere was bound to shatter at one point or the other.
And it happened as Alexander decided to move on to the next stage.
"Let's move a bit lower," Lady Parthia heard the soft but dreaded words and instantly felt the warm oil being dripped over her ass, the viscous liquid slowly rolling all over her large, flawless butt, spreading all across and even spilling into her asscrack, wetting it.
She slightly shivered, and her face heated up as she felt a pair of calloused hands dig into them into hesitation.
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