Kings will demand that young girls go down.
For a female subject to the Royal Crown
Must kneel nude before him
While she fingers her wet quim
And gives him blow-jobs of regal renown.

Today but nine maidens attended King Roberts’ afternoon blowjob session. Claudia considered the odds of her getting the King’s ejaculate. One divided by nine is ... Hopeless.

In the antechamber earlier the girls had speculated and theorized about the taste and texture of the Royal Seed. One had heard it was sweet and fizzy. Another had it on good authority that the semen had a distinct mushroom flavor. “Hope not toadstool,” another joked. “Hush,” warned another. “I’m told it calls to mind nothing so much as blood.”