The Russian Tsar stood tall, his massive cock already dripping with anticipation. He grabbed the petite blonde princess by her hair and yanked her head back, exposing her soft, pink neck. "You know what I want," he growled.
The princess whimpered, but nodded submissively. She knelt before him, struggling to unfurl the heavy, ornate silver chalice from its velvet casing. As she held it out to him, her trembling fingers brushing against his throbbing shaft, he let out a deep groan of approval.
"Take it," he commanded, his voice rough with lust.
She opened her mouth wide, her lips parting in fear and desire as he slowly pressed the tip of his cock against them. With a flick of his wrist, he shoved it past her gag reflex and into her stomach, causing her to recoil in disgust but unable to escape the growing feeling of nausea.
