The blonde gasped and blushed as she was tugged down onto her knees, looking amazed and honored that she was being given the privilege of pleasuring the king. She tugged off his belt and unlaced his codpiece, then began to lavish his rod with long licks and ardent kisses, before kneeling over him to bob his inhumanly flexible prick deep into her clenching mouth. So far as he could tell, the illusion was complete, from the heat and pressure of her throat around his, to the way her huge tits juddered while they slapped against his rod. If there was one flaw, it was that the illusionary woman made love like Dancer did. That alone she couldn't fake, but in all other respects, it was the real deal.<br/><br/>Meanwhile, Dancer and her "sisters" had closed in near the chief, close enough that he could reach out and grope them if he wanted. The illusion wouldn't last if he took one of the girls out of her sight range, of course, but otherwise they were ready for his use.