Nyathusk let out a sharp breath as she took him between her lips. Even as he felt the need to rest grow he could not resist her skillful mouth as she worked up and down his shaft, her flash of defiance being felt by him and only exciting him all the more.<br/><br/><em>"Hansel, go and prepare my chamber for hibernation."</em>the alien being ordered. A large, brutish looking man with a long scar across his face rose reluctantly and hastened to follow the command as Nyathusk returned his attention to Rosali. Suddenly he grabbed the back of her head with one powerful hand and took control from her. Pressing her into him Nyathusk thrust himself into her hot mouth before pulling back and thrusting again. Fucking her mouth like that he felt himself getting closer as the princess choked on his thick cock. Finally he came once more, pulling his cock from her lips and letting his sticky seed release onto her body and face.<br/><br/>As Hansel returned Nyathusk felt his excitement die down. Lamenting that he must sleep at all Nyathusk moved to leave the chamber; his toy left chained up and covered in his cum.<em>"Hansel, Ling; You will guard her tonight."</em>he announced as he walked.<em>"The rest of you leave. We will have to continue at a later date."</em><br/><br/>The cultists slowly began to rise and collect themselves. Still casting backwards glances at Rosali they left out another door leaving only the princess, Hansel, and the man named Ling. Ling was a lean man who's curiously shaped eyes seemed to notice every detail. He seemed different from the other cultists as if native to a different land than they. The contrast was especially large compared to the barbaric and powerful features of Hansel.<br/><br/>The two of them sat at the table not far from the throne and talked amongst themselves. After a bit of arguing brought on by an insult thrown by Hansel it was decided that Hansel would take first watch while Ling slept and then they would switch. Ling leaned back on his chair and began to drift into sleep whilst Hansel absentmindedly spun his iron flail. Night was swiftly approaching and soon the well furnished throne room was illuminated only by a few low burning torches.