"My king," Ava began, "surely such an esteemed and regal man might choose any woman he pleased. Especially with such..." She squinted. "...girthiness?"
"It is true, I could have any woman I desired," Iago sighed, touching his brow with maudlin despair.
Ava looked up. "You could?"
Iago scowled and tapped the page she’d been reading from. "The lines!"
"Oh! Um..." Ava ducked her head, quickly reading again. "Then my lord, why accept the affections of one such as I? I am but a lowly milk maid, certainly unworthy of feeling the attentions of your affections."
"But my dear," Iago said, leaning in, touching her chin. "That is why we can have this moment. For beauty must be appreciated, and only a man of such skill in love and the heat of lust as I can do it."
Ava blinked into his eyes. And as she did so, she felt... something. Like a presence of place. The world around them seemed to faintly shimmer, as if taking on another guise.
A mirage, the rounded tower becoming stables, the scent of straw and horses lingering in the air. Ava gasped. Was this the power of the theatre?
"What say you?" Iago said.
Ava glanced back down to the page. "My lord," she said, smiling in excitement. "I am but a simple milk maid, but if you would honour me with your royal manhood, then I shall adore it, as I would any holy rod, even should it get me to a nunnery."
"What more could a prince desire from his devoted people," Iago cried, leaning back in his chair, opening his pants. "Then behold, my dear. The royal scepter!"
Ava beheld.
Her lips tightened to hold back the sudden laughter that threatened to leave her. The cock before her was hardly a scepter. A dagger would still be generous. He might even be smaller than Graar!
Ava glanced up to Iago’s face and saw the confident smirk on his sharp features. Of course! This was what he meant by showing she could act. Ava beamed in delight. She’d show him what she could do.
"My lord!" Ava said, holding up the torn page with one hand, glancing to it now and then as her free hand came up and wrapped around his cock. "Such a regal manhood! Am I worthy of it, my lord? I fear, for it may break me should I attempt to take such pride."
Iago nodded, stroking her hair. "Courage, my maiden. For I would never harm you, and my pride could never harm one to whom I so adore."
That much was true. Ava wondered if she’d even feel it if he tried to fuck her with that cock.
Oddly, there seemed to be a slight shimmer around his shaft, like an image of an actually impressive dick were superimposed over his pathetic penis.
Ava’s fingers even faintly felt something of it before they managed to wrap around his manhood, slowly rubbing him with her fingers, her thumb teasing the tip.
"Mmm. Oh my lord, you do me too great an honour! For you are as impressive as the bulls in the field, and I as willing and busty as the heifers who take their greatness. May I use my lips to pleasure you, my lord? Unworthy though they may be?"
"Lips such as yours need no cleverness, my darling, and would be honoured to put themselves against such royal girthiness."
Ava giggled and leaned in, giving his prick a delicate kiss.
Iago gasped, groaning as her lips gently wrapped around his prick. Not hard to do as she began to gently rub her lips against the head of his cock, making the playwright groan and grip the bend he sat on.
"Ooooh, your lips, my dear... ah... They are as... fffff... as tender as r-rose petals and... ooooh..."
Ava giggled. Getting blown by a rose seemed like a really uncomfortable experience, but she supposed poets and playwrights got to say things like that.
As her lips ran up and down his pulsing cock, she wondered if there was a license they had to get to use such language? Maybe she should look into that. But for now, she had to focus!
This was her chance to join the theatre and talk to the Queen of Dawn! Besides, it was kind of fun to suck Iago’s tiny prick.
It was so sensitive, and her tongue could do so much more than usual.
She hummed, swirling her tongue around the tip of his cock, bobbing into his lap, her hand sneaking between his legs and gently fondling his balls.
"Fuck!" Iago gasped, which wasn’t very poetic of him. "Fuck, yes! Suck me, my milk maiden. Take that cock! Take your master’s princely dick! Fuck yes. Yessss! Yesss!"
Ava glanced back down at the script. Those weren’t the words there, but maybe this was that improv thing she’d heard about.
She better stick to the script though. According to this, the milk maid got her princely master to cum, and she was going to do her best!
Ava dipped her head lower, her tongue batting his cock from side to side as she sucked, making Iago gasp, groan, quiver as he tried to hold back as she sucked him. Delight bubbled in her breast as she worked her magic on his cock.
"Fuck... fuck yes. Yesss! Suck it, you slut! Take your king’s cock! Fuck yes. Yes! Oh fuck yes! Gods! Yesssss!"
Iago howled as he bucked into her lips, cumming, groaning as he spurted into Ava’s mouth. The elf swallowed obediently, moaning softly. Small or not, the feeling of a man pumping his cum into her always felt wonderful.
Iago groaned as Ava lifted her lips from his cock, beaming. She hastily glanced back to the paper he’d given her. "Mmm," she hummed. "’My king is so generous with his royal seed in so unworthy a vessel.’"
Iago laughed breathlessly. "’Well,’" he panted. "’It is the right of... of a king to sow his oats as a farmer would upon the fields’."
Ava could see he was completely off script and purely into improvisation. But she felt the excitement of acting without a net. She had to prove to Iago that she could deal with any situation!
"’The hills and valleys of my lush fields eagerly await the blessing of the king!’" cried Ava, nearly ripping open her dress in her overdramatic eagerness.
Iago eased back in his chair with amusement.
Ava put one foot up on his desk and rocked forward, her dress riding high up her legs and her breasts at last overcoming the laces of her gown.
Her soft mounds burst into her hands and she guided them to Iago’s face.
He let out a grunt of surprise as he was momentarily smothered in soft elven tit flesh, but he recovered quickly, kissing them and fondling them with both hands. Squeezing himself against her tits and seeking out a stiff pink nipple to suck.
"Ohhhh! My king!" Ava cried. "’Your mouth is like yon infant’s suckling! Drink! Drink the milk of mine breast! My warm cream floweth into your mouth!’"
"Mmmmmmm," replied Iago, looking up from her breasts. He continued to suck as if he might actually taste milk from her. Ava squeezed her mounds for him, as if giving him a plentiful spurt.
"’Thaaaaat’s it, my king! Drink! Let this mother’s milk nourish your royal body! Let it prepareth you for sexing of the fields with the seed! Oooh, yes, oh yes!’"
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