Fraoula purred as the big black man took hold of her and pressed her against the wall. She never wore much, just a little loin cloth of semi-transparent gauzy material, and a string around her chest that held two triangular pieces that covered her small pert breasts. Her green eyes light with her usual eagerness as her arms were held up, she wriggled helplessly and teasingly, and she licked his thumb when it came close to her small and delicate soft pink lips. It was written all over her face and felt throughout her body that she wanted him, as soon as possible.<br/><br/>"Lea'shee said something about finding her."<br/><br/>When asked if she had behaved she grinned.<br/>"Yes Sar Ras!" Using her affectionate nickname for him, which meant she was likely lying. The king had no way to know for certain without asking Lea'shee what this unruly 'slave' had done, but most likely, judging by the tan on her shoulders, she spent too much time in the day's sun without protecting herself. As if to complete the look her face flushed bright red. She was a terrible liar, but then she seemed to relish minor punishments like spankings and whippings, though the threat of withholding that big kingly cock was enough for her to behave. With him being a couple of heads taller than her, she looked up at him with her innocent green eyes and wriggled some more in expectation, lifting one small delicate leg up his massive and muscled leg, her knee pushing the kilt up a little as her knee rubbed against his thigh.