“Now hold the chalice steady, won’t you,” the Princess commanded. Her eyes were fixed upon a fanciful dressed Royal dwarf who nervously held aloft a wide-rimmed silver sipping bowl; he better not miss a drop, she fumed. The mulberry-skinned midget, mindful of the imminent deluge from the four enormous erections before him concentrated on the task at hand as best he could. It would do him no good whatsoever if he displeased Her Royal Highness.

Hunkered over a second dwarf whose tongue probed and lapped at the Princesses dripping pussy and asshole, Aura wore a thin gold chain around her slim waist and little else, save for matching jewellery and thick red lipstick. “Now don’t be wasteful, boys,” she said, addressing the group of four, immense Royal Mongo Palace Guards who circled the offered chalice. Their expressions were concealed by red face masks and helmets as round as their shiny pre-cum oozing domes. Dressed in the Mongo PG uniform of an all-red body suit with various golden shoulder pads and random armour, they pulled frantically upon their engorged cocks, aimed carefully into the offered chalice.

“Get ready,” Aura told them, the ceaseless tonguing from the dwarf beneath bringing her to the point of orgasm. She closed her eyes and bit her bottom lip, preparing to fling herself into the warm, electric waves of sexual gratification when she immediately snapped them open, determined to witness Brox, the squad leader, and his men shoot their salty cum into the bowl for her savoury indulgence.

“Yes, oh Gods of Mongo, yes!” Aura moaned, her voluptuous body shuddering as a climax rushed through her, she spraying the gurgling dwarf with regal honey, grinding her puss down onto his laborious jaws. Simultaneously, for that was their cue, the grunting quartet of scarlet dressed soldiers exploded in an eruption of thick, jet-like ejaculate, powerful torrents of hot cum splashing the bowl, both inside and its rim. The unfortunate dwarf, not appreciative of such sport grimaced disgustedly, turned his head away as the chalice was blasted again and again by the four groaning soldiers, each trooper leaning against the one next to him for support as their individual orgasms momentarily rendered them helpless.

“Let me see, let me see!” Aura demanded, slipping away from the dwarf, he wiping his chin with the back of his hand. His eyes squinted at the bright lighting of the Princesses boudoir.

Aura said, “You’ll do the honours, won’t you Brox?” as she knelt in front of the swaying troop, licking her lips with lustful anticipation. This was always the best part.

“Of course, Your Highness,” he replied, cautiously taking the half-filled bowl from the thankful dwarf before approaching the waiting Princess. Holding the chalice in one hand, he then grabbed Aura’s mane of thick black hair (with permission, naturally) and pulled her head back, her breasts wobbling as he did so.

“You beast,” she mocked, waiting impatiently as Brox tilted the chalice over her, droplets of cum delicately dripping onto her out-stretched tongue. It wasn’t long before the rest of the salty contents spilled mercury-like from the silver bowl onto the Princesses face, great dollops of goo pouring into her mouth, splashing her cheeks and oozing liquid strings into her eyes. Brox then presented the chalice to Aura’s lips who sipped from rim greedily, tiny puddles of cum running from her chin and onto her breasts. Brox noticed that she moaned and slurped from the bowl in a most un-lady like fashion. Releasing his grip on her hair, Brox took away the now-empty chalice from her mouth. Aura swallowed deeply, her face a sticky mess. Her hair glimmered with decorations of cum, her red lips glistening which her tongue licked and savoured.

“I trust you’re pleased, Your Highness?” a smug Brox asked. His cock wavered in front of her face.

Aura sucked on a couple of her fingers, aware that Brox wanted to feel her mouth around his throbbing prick. Resisting the urge to belch, Aura batted his erection away. Besides, for the time being she was quite full. Later this evening, her appetite for fat cock would return.

“Yes Brox, that was most pleasing” she said, smiling sweetly, peering up at the burley soldier with cum-reddened eyes, “but next time, bring more men …”

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