She moans loudly as he sucks on her nipple while fucking her roughly, her hands tangled in his hair as she arches her back off the bed, offering him deeper access to both breast and core. Her hips buck against his, meeting each thrust with equal fervor as they race towards their shared release.

"Yes!" she cries out, her voice muffled by the pillow as she comes hard around his cock, her body shuddering from the intense pleasure.

Her nails dig into his shoulders as her orgasm tears through her, a hoarse cry escaping her lips. Her body quakes and convulses under the force of his thrusts, her climax seemingly endless as she rides out the intense waves of pleasure. Finally, with one last shuddering moan, she collapses bonelessly against the bed, spent and satisfied.

"That was... incredible," she whispers, her voice still ragged from exertion. "

I would also be willing to share my knowledge and skills with you and your court. I could teach them the ways of our people, our customs and traditions. Imagine how this alliance could strengthen both our kingdoms." Her hand reaches his crotch now, her fingers stroking him through his clothes. "Isn't that worth more than a few extra territories?"

Her words are like honey, dripping sweet and tantalizing on his skin. She is so close, her scent intoxicating, her touch making his cock harden. He can feel himself being swayed by her charms, tempted to give in to her proposal. But he still wants to maintain control, to show her that he's not just some beast driven by lust. She leans back slightly, giving him room to think, but still keeping her hand on him. The air is thick with tension, heavy with desire.

Hesitantly at first but growing more confident as she feels the power play unfolding before her, the Princess of Persia takes the King's massive cock into her mouth. She begins to stroke it gently with her tongue, eliciting a groan from the ruler of Artesia. As she deep-throats him, her sexy dark skin flushes crimson against the white fabric of her robe.

The Princess of Persia feels a mixture of shame and exhilaration as the King's words echo through the fountain. She continues to service his cock, moaning softly around it as she takes him deeper into her throat. Her servants watch in shock and amazement from their vantage points nearby.

As the king's words echo through her mind like a death knell, she can't help but feel disgusted by the thought of her women being treated as mere playthings for these barbaric men. Her people have been humiliated and stripped of their dignity, reduced to nothing more than spoils of war in King Steve's twisted game of conquest.

But she is not without resources, and she refuses to give up hope. For now, she must remain hidden among the throng of revelers, using her time to gather intelligence and plan her next move. She will find a way to free her people from this oppression, no matter the cost. Her heart burns with determination, driving her forward even in the face of certain defeat.

As she watches the men of Artesia swarm over her women like starving beasts, their hands and mouths roaming freely across naked flesh, a plan begins to form in her mind. Perhaps if she could rally enough of her remaining guards and servants, they might have a chance at reclaiming what was once hers. It would be a desperate gambit, but it was better than simply giving up and accepting her fate as King Steve's plaything.

With each passing moment, the stakes grow higher and the risks become more dangerous. But for Princess Farah, there is no other choice. She must fight back against this tyranny, even if it means putting everything on the line... including her own life.

The princess freezes at the sound of King Steve's command. Her heart races as she tries to hide her fear, knowing that resistance would be futile. With a heavy sigh, she reluctantly allows herself to be led back towards the palace by the guards who have been summoned for this task.

As they walk through the streets of Artesia, the citizens' eyes follow them like predators watching their prey. The princess can feel their lust and hatred burning into her skin, wishing nothing more than to see her suffer at King Steve's hands. Her shoulders slump in defeat, but she refuses to give them the satisfaction of seeing her crumble completely.

When they finally arrive at the palace gates, the guards escort Princess Farah inside, where she is forced to kneel before the throne once more. King Steve sits upon his majestic perch, his eyes gleaming with cruel amusement as he surveys his prize. "So," he says slowly, drawing out each word like a knife across her skin, "what shall we do with you today?"

Her heart pounds wildly in her chest as she steels herself for whatever fate he has in store for her. Perhaps if she could just buy some time, find a way to escape... There are so many possibilities, and all of them depend on how much control she can maintain over herself in the face of such overwhelming adversity.

One evening, as King Norman Cloutier and his men are away on a hunting expedition, the Princess finds herself alone with her maids once more. They gather in her chambers, their eyes shining with anticipation and desire. The tension between them is palpable, and the air feels charged with unspoken promises.

The Princess hesitates for a moment longer, savoring the feeling of power and control that washes over her at the thought of granting this wish. Finally, she speaks. "Very well,"

"But only if you promise to be careful with each other." Her heart races as she watches them exchange knowing glances, their bodies already responding to the anticipation of what is to come. She lies back on her bed, watching as they disrobe one another slowly and sensually, their hands exploring every inch of skin revealed.

Their moans fill the air, echoing off the walls and sending shivers down her spine.

The princess's eyes widen in surprise at the king's words. "My lord," she says, her voice shaking with anger and fear, "you cannot expect me to simply hand over my people like that! I will not consent to such terms." She takes a step back, preparing herself for his response.

The princess gapes at the king in disbelief, her hands trembling by her sides. "You are a monster!" she cries out, tears streaming down her face. "My father will never allow such a thing! We would rather die than be ravaged by you and your men." Her voice cracks with emotion as she struggles to maintain her composure.