The throne room was silent save for the echo of King Egor's command. "Ульяна, на четвереньки, сюда."

His slave girl crawled across the cold stone floor, the leather collar tight around her neck, the leash dragging behind her like a silver serpent. She halted at his feet, head bowed, her plump ass raised in the air.

Egor smirked, wrapping the leash around his fist and yanking her closer until her cheek pressed against his boots. "Ты моя шлюха. Моя вещь." He grabbed a fistful of her auburn hair, tilting her face up. She knew that look—raw dominance.

He stood, pulling her to her knees. His trousers dropped, and his thick, veiny cock jutted out, pre-cum beading at the tip. "Лижи, грязная сука." She obeyed, her tongue swirling around the mushroom head before taking him deep into her wet, warm mouth. Egor groaned, fucking her throat with brutal thrusts.

"Вот так, сосет как послушная шлюха." He pulled out, smacking her cheek with his shaft, leaving sticky trails. "Скажи, кто твой король?"

"Вы, мой господин," she whimpered.

Egor shoved her face into the floor, lifting her hips. He spread her ass cheeks, licking a long, wet stripe from her asshole to her clit. "Дай вкушу те