The cult leader felt a familiar spike of lust and shame as he took over and roughly fucked the poor little princess's mouth. She hated how good this sort of treatment made her feel, and suspected that was part of the reason he seemed to take so much delight in it. She was quite familiar with the signs of his immanent release after nearly a year in his service, but she always had such an endearing look of surprise on her face when he splattered it with his cum.<br/><br/>She crawled to the side of the throne as the cult leader and most of his followers left the throne room, leaning against it as she struggled to catch her breath. She stayed there, as if hoping the shadow of the towering throne would hide her, silently listening to her guards' bickering.<br/><br/>Eventually the more slender of the pair seemed to have drifted off to sleep. Rosali waited several minutes more just to be sure, and then crawled forward on her hands and knees, letting her chains clink just loudly enough to catch the scarred man's attention. Her lovely dress hand been ripped and torn rather artistically, and in the torchlight the princess's soft brown skin took on an almost golden glow. She sat back on her knees, revealing her cum-splattered breasts and the smooth, pink petals of her pussy to him as she gazed up meekly at him.<br/><br/>"Mr...Hansel?" she said softly, raising her hands up to cup her ample breasts, as if displaying them for him. "Master left me a bit of a mess...Could you please escort me to the baths?"<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Diplomacy!</div><div class="spoiler_body">At 2014-10-24 02:06:02, Rosali (uid: 10155) rolls: 1d20a10 Result: 21 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=66323)</div></div>