Your king regards you with sharp eyes, a frown starting to crease his face. Slowly, you bend you knee, careful not to make too much noise with your armor.
"You are one of my knights. A knight expected to be able to protect me, my kingdom, and my people at a moment's notice. And yet, when you are given a simple expectation, you arrive an hour late. What would have happened if an assassin had attempted to take my life, or that of one of my wives?"
He looked over at no fewer than twenty females and herms, all figures of fertility goddesses, with full, heavy breasts, child-bearing hips, and enormous asses. A credit to his discipline, your liege's cock doesn't even twitch. But this is no sign that he is growing impotent. Oh, no, far from it. You've seen him at full mast when you were guarding one of his orgies. No fewer than four feet long, even aged as he is, he could bring every member of his harem to multiple, screaming orgasms, filling them to the brim with potent cum - and then going back in for round two and three. The mere memory makes your comparatively tiny member strain against your armor. And there's no doubt he is still the most virile lion alive - every one of his wives recently gave birth to healthy children - mostly twins and triplets, but one of them, Queen Ziviria, gave birth to a whopping seven cubs. The nursery was now working full time taking care of fifty-two children.
"It seems you are going to need to be reminded of the importance of duty. You shall not be demoted for this lapse in vigilance. However, you will need to complete a most unpleasant task. I order you to..."
Copyright 2000 - 2025 21 x 20 Media All rights reserved. This site is property of 21 x 20 Media
All Writing.Com images are copyrighted and may not be copied / modified in any way. All other brand names & trademarks are owned by their respective companies.
Generated in 0.22 seconds at 12:31pm on Apr 29, 2025 via server WEBX1.