"Suck it bitch!" I heard Othella snarl as my wife, the former Queen, ate Missella's pussy. My daughter's breathing increased steadily; she was enjoying it, much to the delight of the onlookers. "When you get done wifey, your daughter will return the favor. If she's good at sucking pussy, maybe I'll keep her around for my own pleasure. You, however, will be turned over to my troops.they might fuck you to death."

That last statement enraged me and Othella knew it. She looked at guard behind me, "If he moves, cut his throat!"

I thought about the messenger I sent to the north. I was hoping since we were attacked from the south, nobody in Othella's army detected his movement. But while my daughter was eating out her mother's pussy, I heard some commotion at the door of the castle. I looked around and saw a horde of Othella's troops dragging Omar in by his arms. He had been badly beaten, barely conscious. "This is what happens to your fucking agents, king-slave!" One of her troops, after she gave the nod, stabbed him deep in his chest as blood spurted out, and he fell dead...There is no hope for us.