The Conquerors Path

Chapter 899 - 897-Final Marking Of Lyssandra.

"On your knees, my pet," Austin commanded, his voice dripping with authority as he lounged back on the throne. Lyssandra hesitated for a moment, her eyes flickering to the ornate doors where her servants stood waiting, but she quickly lowered herself to the cold marble floor, her knees pressing into the unforgiving stone.

She could see his impressive length still standing tall, and her mouth watered with anticipation. She reached out, her slender fingers making quick work, his girthy member springing forth, already thick and heavy in her palm. She licked her lips, admiring the way he glistened with pre-cum, begging for her attention.

She leaned forward, flicking her tongue along the sensitive underside, relishing the salty taste of him on her tongue. Austin groaned, his head falling back against the throne as he savoured the sensation of her mouth on his flesh. "That’s it, my little cockslut," he praised, running his fingers through her hair.

Austin growled, his fingers tightening in her hair as she began to suckle at the tip, swirling her tongue around the head and dipping it into the slit to taste his essence. She took him deeper, relaxing her throat to accommodate his size, and he could feel the stretch of her lips around his shaft.

He pumped his hips upward, driving himself deeper into her mouth, his thick head hitting the back of her throat. She gagged slightly, tears springing to her eyes, but she didn’t pull away. Instead, she relaxed her jaw, allowing him to use her mouth as he saw fit. He grunted, his grip on her hair tightening as he began to fuck her face with short, brutal strokes.

"Take it, slut," he snarled, watching the way her throat worked as she swallowed around him.

"Take my cock like a good little whore. You love this, don’t you? Being used like a cheap cocksucker. I bet your pathetic husband has never made you feel this good." Lyssandra moaned around his thick shaft, the vibrations sending shivers up his spine. He could feel the way her throat constricted around him, the sensation of her swallowing making his cock throb with need.

He tugged at her hair, forcing her head back until he could see the look of desperation in her eyes. "Tell me how much you love being my little cockslut," he demanded, his voice low and dangerous. "Tell me how much you love having my cock in your throat." Lyssandra gasped for air, tears streaming down her face as she struggled to speak.

"I love it," she choked out, her voice rough and raw. "I love being your cockslut. I love having your cock in my throat. Please, let me prove it to you." With that, she dove forward, taking him to the hilt, her nose pressing against his pelvis as she swallowed around him, milking his shaft for all it was worth.

He groaned, his hips stuttering as he felt the pressure building in his core.

"You’re such a good little slut," he rasped, his voice hoarse with desire. "So eager to take every inch of my cock. You know I could break you in two if I wanted to, don’t you?" She moaned around his shaft, her throat working frantically as she tried to accommodate him. "Yes, my king," she managed to choke out.

"Please, I’ll do anything you want." He slapped her chin, rocking his hips, fucking her face mercilessly.

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"You’re mine, aren’t you? You belong to me, body and soul."

She whimpered, her eyes glazed with submission. "Yes, I’m yours. Your property, your toy. Use me however you want." He slammed his cock down her throat, pushing past her gag reflex as she choked and sputtered, drool escaping down her chin. "Fuck yes, take it all like a good girl. Show me how much you love your king’s cock."

"You’ve been a very naughty little whore, haven’t you?" Austin growled, his voice a dark rumble that vibrated through her skull. "Being unfaithful to your husband, sneaking away like this to suck my cock like a common street whore. If anyone ever found out..." He trailed off, his words leaving a chilling silence in the air.

"They’d be beyond furious, wouldn’t they?" He asked, his thumb brushing teasingly over her swollen lips. "Your family, your subjects... They’d all turn on you. Your people would cast you aside like yesterday’s trash. And you know you deserve it, don’t you?" Lyssandra whimpered, her body trembling with desire and fear.

"Yes, my king," she whispered.

"I know. I deserve it. I’m a filthy, disgusting slut." He twisted his hips, grinding his cock against her gag reflex, feeling her resist, then yielding to his command.

"You’ve been a naughty little slut, haven’t you?" Austin growled, his grip on her hair tightening.

"Sneaking away from your pathetic husband to suck my cock like a cheap whore. I bet he never even knew what a dirty slut you really are, did he?" He slammed his hips forward, burying his cock deep in her throat, holding her there as she struggled for air. "I bet you’re not nearly as faithful as you pretend to be, are you? I bet you’ve fucked half the kingdom by now. Is that why you’re always sneaking off? To get your fill of cock while your husband is left clueless at home?"

Lyssandra gagged around his thick shaft, tears streaming down her face as she gasped weakly, the more the public humiliation filled Lyssandra, the more the corruption in her grew stronger, Austin as he held her head could feel it having completely taken over her, she was now his to command.

’Who would have thought she has all these messed up desires?’

Austin mused at that thought, feeling his own pride feela. Pinch as he looked at the most powerful woman in this kingdom, on her knees, taking in his dick like it was the most important duty in her life, her lith dwarven body red all over, her nipples hard, with tears running down her face, she looked like a slut in need.

’I am guessing the current king will die of a heart attack if he sees his mother like this’

Just as those dangerous desires tried to take over the id of order acted up, soon pushing the corruption back and giving some peace and order back to the mind of Austin, who frowned at the single moment he almost lost control.

"Oh, you filthy little slut," Austin growled, pulling his cock free of Lyssandra’s mouth and grabbing her by the hair again. He stood up, slowly, savouring the sight of her naked and exposed on the cold marble floor, his cum dripping from her chin and spattering across her face.

"It’s time to reward you for your obedience." He brought her to her feet, forcing her chest against his muscular chest.

"Squeeze them for me, you pathetic whore," he growled, his hands gripping her wrists as he held them above her head.

"Squeeze and massage my cock with those plump, juicy tits of yours." Laughter danced in his eyes as he watched her struggle to obey, her breasts heaving and jiggling, her nipples hard and erect from arousal and humiliation.

"That’s it, you little slut. Give me what I want. Show me how much you crave my cock, you love being used like a dirty sex toy, don’t you?" Austin taunted, his voice dripping with sadistic glee.

"Go on, squeeze harder. Worship my cock with your filthy tits. Let me fuck them until I paint them with my seed." Lyssandra whimpered and moaned, her face flushed with shame and arousal as she obeyed his commands. She squeezed her breasts together, engulfing his thick shaft in her soft, warm flesh.

She began to move, rocking her body back and forth, her nipples grazing the underside of his cock with each thrust. He grunted, his hips snapping forward, fucking her cleavage with brutal efficiency. "That’s it. Take my cock like a good little whore," he snarled, gripping her wrists tighter as he used her body for his pleasure.

"I could spend hours fucking these fat tits of yours. Making you squeeze and massage me until I’m ready to explode all over your face, I’m gonna cum all over your face," he roared, his cock pulsing and throbbing against her sweaty skin.

"Look at me, you dirty bitch." He grabbed her hair and forced her head back, looking down at her with a mixture of lust and disgust. "Open your mouth. Stick out your tongue." The most powerful dwarven woman of the city whimpered, her eyes wide and pleading, but she obeyed without hesitation.

He spurted thick ropes of cum across her face, marking her like a dog claims its territory. It dripped down her cheeks, into her hair, onto her lips and chin. "Yesss, that’s my good little whore," he growled, withdrawing his cock and slapping it against her quivering tits. "You’re mine now, you filthy slut. Mine to use and abuse whenever I please." He released her wrists, watching as she stayed where she was, her breasts still squeezing and massaging his spent cock, Lyssandra’s eyes locked on his face, filled with adoration and submission.