That hunger grew, stirring him, though he’d been hard before, this beginning when he gave her the order to join him.

She again did as told, and he watched her, stirred all the more.

Absolutely.

She was an exceptional submissive.

Her warm wet mouth around his balls, he leisurely stroked his hard cock as he looked into her eyes.

And he began.

“This tale is known as the Emperor of Dust. But it is about the lady of the chalk. Not surprisingly, she lived on the chalk, alone, and lonely. From her home on the chalk, or the moon, she watched the earth, pining for company. She witnessed men and women falling in love, and she yearned for a lover. The emperors along the ages knew of the lady of the chalk. They knew it was she that appeared, lighting the night sky. They had heard her beauty was the greatest of all throughout eternity. And they knew her power was even greater. Generation after generation, they plotted and planned to find a way to build a bridge into the night sky, to the chalk, in order to claim her, possess her, make her beauty their own. But mostly, they schemed to take her magic that shone through the dark.” He lowered his voice. “Suckle, mouse, gently.”

She did that.

He enjoyed it as she did.

He also shifted so his legs were wider, the cushion of his thigh steadier for her head, and he carried on.

“One day, while watching the earth, the lady of the chalk noticed a warrior. He was the mightiest of all. His spear always hit true. His bamboo staff was never broken. He was also the most handsome she’d ever seen over her thousands of years on the chalk. She fell in love with him and sent down her magic to grace his sword, for it never to be broken in battle, for him never to be harmed when he faced a foe. She did this as he slept, but he woke, and on the beam of her magic, he saw her face and fell madly in love with her. He sent a promise through her beam that he would find a way to get to her. He would then wed her, keep her safe and make her happy for the rest of her days. Release, Serena.”

She let loose his balls.

Chu shifted his cock and she took his cue, repositioning.

He slid in her sweet, hot mouth.

“Hold me, my slave princess,” he murmured. “No suckling.”

She nodded carefully, her eyes locked on his.

With his cock in her mouth, Chu stroked her jaw and recommenced his story.