"I'm glad it pleases you, my king," replied the redhead, meeting each thrust with a counter of her own, and setting in pace a vigorous rhythm with the him. Papak watched enthralled, never tiring of this display of flesh, desire, and debauchery. He felt his own c.o.c.k harden in response to the sight, and kept trying to catch the eyes of Roksana in misguided hope for his own needs.

Cyrus was careful to set a slower pace at first, letting the girl get used to his penetrations, before picking up a quicker pace as her hips started to meet his own. The steady sound of flesh against flesh resumed louder than before, while Cyrus' hands cupped each of her t.i.ts in turn, making each nipple thoroughly erect enough to suckle. As if on cue, Cyrus snapped his fingers at Roksana, a predetermined signal for her to get back involved. She slid behind him, laying on her stomach, and with a deft skill, began her tongue across the Great King's b.a.l.l.s.

"That's it, Roksana. Keep that up," murmured Cyrus, enjoying the display of pleasure between the two women.

Papak watched even closer, and frequently s.h.i.+fted his tunic trying to hide his erection. He watched as Roksana used her tongue and mouth to bring him closer to the edge, while the fiery redhead met each thrust with a strong response of her own. Together, the three of them moved as if one combined being, and Papak ached to slide in behind Roksana, with her open and glistening gash just begging for entrance. He knew better, as such wanton and disrespectful behavior towards the Great King's own concubines would surely find his head on a spike before dawn.

Cyrus' grunts grew more frequent, and the redhead's moans more audible as they began to reach crescendo.

"That's it, you little tigress," panted Cyrus, "You want my seed? You can have it!"

"Yes, please, Great King," moaned the redhead in response. "Plant your seed deep inside me. I need it so bad!" Her moaning grew ever more intense, as Papak sensed she was close to o.r.g.a.s.m.

The words spurned him on, and Papak watched the whirlwind of activity as his hips went into overdrive, before a final stiffening as he came, flooding the concubine's p.u.s.s.y with his sticky seed. Cyrus leaned in, catching his breath, while still planting himself deep within her. The redhead snaked her arms around him, grabbing him on the a.s.s to pull against her deeper still. She was determined that not one drop of his seed should spill out of her. Papak couldn't blame her; being a mother to one of the Great King of Persia's b.a.s.t.a.r.ds was an incredible status.

Cyrus took a few moments to catch his breath, his convulsions that had started so violently in the moment of o.r.g.a.s.m beginning to subside with time. He reached one hand back through his sweat-soaked hair, grinning at the sight of his member still penetrating the girl.

"Now, that was just delightful. You were excellent, my dear," replied Cyrus, finally catching his breath.

"Thank you, my King," replied the redhead, her head bowed slightly as Cyrus unsheathed from her body.

"I think we'll add you to the royal concubines. Papak here will see that it's done, won't you, Papak?"

"Immediately, Great King," replied Papak.

"Most excellent," replied Cyrus, turning back to the girl, "What is your name, my pretty?"

The redhead replied quickly,"I am called Sura by my peoples, Great King."

"Sura, it is. You will follow Roksana back to the other concubines, Sura. Now, please leave us, we have business to discuss."

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"Yes, Great King," both women replied in unison, before beating a hasty exit.