Possessing Allura Read Free Page B

Veeta showed she had learned her lesson by immediately begging to suck the cock of the young man she’d spurned earlier, but Allura denied her this privilege, compelling her instead to suck the cocks of the stable hands.
    â€˜Princess, I must protest,’ Raysar objected, though he seemed in no particular hurry either to continue his exit or to hinder the naked girl from exposing his penis and sucking it between her lips.
    â€˜Feel free to ejaculate in her mouth,’ Allura offered graciously. ‘Veeta swallows whatever’s she’s told.’
    â€˜I… I really can’t abide this,’ the count stuttered, even as he grasped the girl’s face between his hands to increase the friction. ‘By the gods… this isn’t right.’
    â€˜Don’t tell me you’re going to shoot off already?’ Allura mocked. ‘Surely if you were loving me you’d have more staying power?’
    He flushed red. ‘Get off me,’ he said, not too convincingly. ‘Stop this at once.’
    â€˜Down slave,’ ordered Allura, and Veeta stopped sucking, released him from her mouth and sat back on her heels, just like the good little animal she was.
    â€˜By the heavens,’ he moaned, knees shaking, and just as Allura had hoped it was too late for the young man; he was going to ejaculate.
    With both hands gripping his erection the count erupted, the thick stream pelting the tummy, breasts and face of the kneeling slave girl. Veeta made no move to shield herself, nor did she close her eyes as yet more coated her brow.
    â€˜This isn’t possible,’ he gasped, looking down at the straining tip of his expended organ, but Allura was more interested in the sperm that had dripped onto the floor.
    â€˜Lick it up, slave,’ she commanded, and Veeta bowed to all fours, lapping at the sticky discharge. ‘What do you think, slave; would he make a good husband or no?’ Veeta continued to lick the floor, the question rhetorical, for she would continue with the task until told explicitly to stop.
    â€˜I do not think you are in need of a husband, princess,’ complained the affronted Raysar, ‘but rather a keeper.’
    Allura made no effort to hide her contempt, or her amusement. ‘Be gone, little man.’ She waved her hand. ‘Before I grow angry with you.’
    He left in a huff, not bothering to fasten his trousers. Pity the poor servant who had to point that out to him downstairs.
    â€˜And that, my dear Veeta,’ Allura collapsed on her bed, exhausted from her labors, ‘is how you handle a suitor.’
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Chapter Two
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    â€˜But uncle,’ whined the princess, having been summoned by her uncle to his study, ‘I don’t wish to see another suitor today. I am tired.’
    The Grand Duke Fortragian fretted visibly behind his thick white mustache and muttonchops, the weight of his responsibilities heavy upon his heart. ‘Grand niece,’ he pleaded wearily, ‘must you fight me in everything? Have you not had your way in all things? Even more so now that your dear father is passed?’
    Allura pouted sulkily. ‘I haven’t gotten my way at all. It’s only because of you that I am entertaining these ridiculous suitors in the first place. The least you can do is let me meet them where and when I choose.’
    â€˜And with all the others, yes, that was true. But Baron Montreico must be the exception.’
    Allura looked upon the graying, wrinkled man before her, a fraction of what he had once been in his handsome blue uniform. How easy it would be to defeat his will, and yet it was true that as the soon-to-be queen she must learn to be gracious to her subjects. ‘Very well,’ she raised her nose haughtily, ‘I shall deign to meet him in the audience hall. He may have ten minutes, no longer.’
    â€˜Ten minutes,’ he nodded, obviously relieved. ‘Thank