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her labia. Agony stitched through her and yet she found herself flying off once more into climax.
    “Tell me what your blasted Queen wants with us, and I’ll stop.”
    “No, no, I can’t…”Cecily whimpered, limp and drained, twinges of irresistible pleasure still rippling through her body. The dreaded crackling came again. She tensed, tightening around the intrusion in her rear, expecting another jolt. The sound died away. Pain and pleasure flickered through her in alternating waves.
    She closed her eyes, exhausted by conflicting sensations. Something round and silky-smooth prodded her lips. Without thought, she opened, and Amir’s hot cock slid inside.
    Cecily could have sworn she was incapable of further arousal. Yet the sensation of his rigid bulk sliding over her tongue rekindled her. New moisture flowed from her exposed pussy. Her battered clit throbbed anew.
    She sucked gratefully, tonguing the head, flicking at the ridge beneath, using all her considerable skills to wring delighted moans from her royal partner.
    “Ah—Cecily—in this regard, at least you live up to your reputation… Ah!” Amir tangled his fingers in her hair, seizing her head and taking control. She did not fight him, but simply opened wider to give him access.
    The Rajah fucked her mouth with single-minded ferocity. Again and again he buried himself in her wet heat, filling her mouth with solid, salty flesh. The damp satin of his pantaloons brushed her cheeks. His earthy musk rose through the fine fabric, teasing her nostrils. He was gloriously, wonderfully hard, like stone wrapped in velvet. Her neglected pussy tightened as she imagined that lovely hardness burrowing between her thighs. He thrust deeper, grunting as his rhythm grew ragged. She tilted her head, allowing him to take whatever he wanted.
    There was no pain now, only the sweet knowledge that he was close to spending, brought to the crisis point by her agile mouth. Over the years, more than one of her foes had succumbed to this sort of delectable oral torture. Perhaps she could charm him into removing the fiendish poisoned collar. Maybe he’d come to trust her, and share the secret of Rajasthan’s astonishing prosperity…
    Tension rippled along his considerable length. Amir dug his nails into her scalp and ground his pelvis against her bruised lips. His cock spasmed. Gout after gout of cum spilled over her tongue. She swallowed every drop.
    He leaned for a while against her bound body, as if he didn’t have the strength to stand. She pursed her lips around his softening cock, lapping at the smooth, salty skin. The smell of him, the taste—made her hungry again, though he’d wrung so many orgasms from her she was sure she couldn’t bear another.
    As if he’d heard her thoughts, he stirred. She allowed his drooping member to slip from her mouth. It slid out of sight inside his clothing. He grinned down at her. “That was quite delightful, madam. You almost make me forget my purpose.”
    “Untie me, Your Highness.” Cecily pitched her voice sweet and low. “Please. I could provide you with a great deal more pleasure if my arms and legs were free.”
    “But as I’ve already explained, it gives me the greatest of pleasure to see you bound. However, if you’ll reveal the details of your assignment, I might relent.”
    Cecily was silent.
    “Perhaps some persuasion of another sort would be more effective.” The Rajah pulled his tunic over his head, revealing a well-muscled chest dusted with black fur that set up a new ache in her cunny. When he stepped out of his trousers, Cecily could not contain her gasp of amazement. He was hard again.
    “You have a most salubrious effect on my manhood, Miss Harrowsmith. I do believe I’m prepared to fuck you already. Would you enjoy that?” Circling behind her, he ran a fingertip along her soaked cleft, ending with a flick to her clit. Pleasure sizzled through her. She trembled, struggling for control.
    He leaned close to her