Minister Aman made a sound like a camel choking, but said nothing else. General Mohal gave the boy another dangerous glare, as though he were beheadin... him mentally. There were enough 'ayes' in the room that the Sultana felt reassured. The boy looked worried, but he appeared satisfied. He gave the Sultana a grateful look.———————————————————————————————————————————————————ImiThe maids scurried out of the room. Prince Rustum’s unsteady gait was audible down the palace corridor. Only Imi didn’t. We moved in a little bit closer to start dancing. As the songs got more intense, so did our moves, with grinding and feeling eachother up. The dance floors packed, so it’s not like you ever get noticed what you’re doing. We chatted briefly with some small talk as it’s obviously very loud, and I moved in with the classic move “lets go get a drink!”. We moved to a bar, I bought us some fruity shot that we were into at the time, as well as a hi-ball of our choosing.. She held her little pinky up in front of me. "But you aren't". She smiled. "Now this does not bother me, and I will allow you sex occasionally as even a small penis has needs". She put her hand on my balls. "But you are going to have to work hard to earn the right to put that little thing between my legs"."Yes Princess" (my cock was starting to grow, I was so aroused by all of this)."It grows" She said looking down, and then she laughed. "I have never measured your cock - how big is it?" "I. We also weren’t going to demand tribute or anything like that from the King, but absent some kind of solid evidence that he had changed his ways we expected to be talking to a new King sometime next summer. Whoever it was could agree to our demands the way Michael and Andrew had, or we would simply destroy Central Isle the same way we had destroyed North and East Isles.We weren’t going to waste a lot of time talking about it, either. His king had all winter to think about it. If he was going to.