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Lysander’s handsome face was contorted in a howl of pleasure and the wolves at his side took a break from stuffing their faces with mutton and glugging wine as they saluted their leader.

With a satisfied sigh, Lysander pulled his throbbing, soft cock out of my ass, letting it gape lewdly for a moment, his cum draining out. How could a single being have that much seed inside of him, just ready to fire it off at a moment’s notice?

“Have at her, boys,” Lysander grunted. “I’ve worked up quite a hunger.”

And with this, Lysander padded over to the vat of wine, pouring himself a great big rhyton full of wine. He took a swig of it and sighed in appreciation.

“Better grog than the Spartans give us, I tell you that…” he mumbled, selecting for himself a particularly juicy leg of lamb.

Now the wolves set upon me. Before I knew what was happening, a huge, throbbing cock, almost as large as Lysander’s, was thrust into my mouth. Obediently, I sucked it while a mouth began to assault my pussy. My clit and pussy lips were incredibly sensitive and I moaned onto the cock in my mouth as I bobbed my head. It was a welcome respite from being pounded, that was for sure. I allowed the cock to slide down deep into my mouth, letting it hit the back of my throat as the hungry young wolf warrior pumped into my mouth, fucking my face and gripping my hair as if I were a toy he were using to pleasure himself.

Meanwhile, the tongue delving into my pussy was taking me to heights of pleasure I never knew existed. I shuddered with delight, my body shaking as I pressed my hips forward, reaching out to find that blessed, licking head. I found a head of curly hair buried between my legs and I gripped him hair in passion, pulling hard at him and pressing my hips forward. I went ahead and wrapped my legs around his head, immobilizing him and forcing him to lick me into oblivion, my pussy muscles shaking as he brought me closer and closer…

Hands were on my tits and so were tongues. One of my own hands was stolen from me and placed on a cock and I began to stroke it, gripping it tightly and working the skin up and down, up and down, stroking all the way up to the tip and sliding down, his cock twitching in my hands. All the while, the tongue between my legs continued its assault, pleasuring me to no end, even as the cock in my mouth began to explode, spurting stream after stream of cum into my mouth. Not knowing what else to do, I swallowed it all obediently, my throat working over time to slurp up ever last drop.

Soon, another cock was placed in my mouth. But I barely noticed, because I was cumming: my pussy was exploding and sending electric convulsions through my entire body as I screamed onto the cock that rapidly invaded my throat. I released my legs, just in time for the wolves to rip me from the bed and bend me over, onto my hands and knees. Before I knew what was happening, one was in my ass and another was beneath me, lowering me onto his cock. I began to ride him as I took the cock in my ass as obediently as I could, moaning onto the dick that was still in my mouth and had been the entire time.

Our passionate orgy continued all night. Finally, the wolves exhausted themselves as the sun began to rise, dripping over the clouds and invading my room. They had passed out in a heap on the bed and I lay atop them, my body bruised and beaten and sore and aching, but still very, very satisfied. I had ascended mountains of pleasure and pain I had never thought possible and, most importantly, I had survived the experience.

“You certainly do care about your people. It’s not many rulers who would subject themselves to something like that just to save a bunch of groveling peasants and merchants,” Lysander said from where he sat across the room. After he had his turn with me, he had moved off to the side, allowing his men to enjoy their fill while he ate and drank in silence. These were the first words he had spoken to me all night, since he had finished inside of me.

“I don’t see groveling peasants and merchants,” I said, my voice husky and hoarse. “I see proud citizens. That’s where we differ.”

Lysander grinned, wolfishly.

“Let us help you depose your father,” he said suddenly. My eyes widened and I sat up, one of the wolves whose cock was still in my asshole mumbling as I slid off him.

“What did you say?”

“You are better than him—it’s easy to see that. You are smarter and more compassionate and a better leader. He has no sons, so there will be a war once he dies anyway. Let’s get it over with now. We can’t go back to Sparta but we’ll stand behind you and that’s all that’s needed. We’re the equal of any army your father could muster, easily. Sparta won’t dare attack you while we’re here.”

My eyes narrowed. “You’ll help me take the throne but what do you require of me to help me keep it?”

Lysander rose with a smile. He extended a hand to me and I took it, as he drew me close.

“Be my wife,” he said softly. “I’ll continue to share you with my men, since what is mine is theirs, but you didn’t seem to mind that last night. We’ll rule together.”

My heart was pounding fast in my chest as I looked into his handsome face, bestial but somehow loving.

“Yes. Yes, I want this.”

“Once my men awake, we’ll move. We’ll send your father into exile this morning and install you by afternoon. There might be a small fight but nothing we can’t handle. By tomorrow, the city will be ours and you can begin to govern.”

He held me tightly and together, we gazed off into the rising sun and the future that dribbled off of the horizon and into my chambers. I stood there, the sun anointing me Queen of Baratheos, with my wolf King by my side…

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