Chapter 141: Drinking Party. (Part 1)

As I walked away from Bamsa's room, a maid came up to me. "Sir Colt, the Queen asks for your presence." She said, bowing as I smiled. "Please lead the way." Replying to her as she rose and turned around. I followed the maid to a courtyard off in the corner of the inner palace. "We are here, Sir Colt." She bowed and used her hand to guide me into the courtyard.

I noticed the Queen and her daughters sitting around a small round table as Fatima stood up and smiled. "It's about time you joined us, Colt. We were worried that you wouldn't show up." Fatima said as she smirked at me. "I wouldn't miss this for the world, my dear Fatima. Hanging out with you girls and drinking is going to be so much fun." I said as I took a seat, and Fatima poured me a drink.

"Maids, bring my man some food; he must be starving after political talks," Fatima said, raising a glass. "I am starving. Basma made me sweat over every political agreement. She was a tough negotiator, but I was able to crack her and get an excellent deal for my involvement in this upcoming war." I said before taking a sip of my drink. Fatima and the others took a sip.

The maids brought in some food as we began to talk, as Zainab spoke. "So how long are you going to be here?" She said with a bit of slurring in her speech. "I am going to be here for two more days before leaving. So make sure you ladies get enough of me, after all, you want to get to see my perfect face for a while." I said before, laughing at the end, lifting my glass, making the ladies roll their eyes and laugh.

"Well, my lover does have an ego that is definitely divine in status," Fatima said with a bold voice as we drank. A group of maids brought in musical instruments and began playing as I looked at Zainab, who was getting tipsy, and I smirked. "Zainab, do you mind having a dance with me?" I said, making her smile brightly.

"It would be my honor, Sir Colt," Zainab said, getting up, swaying a little from the alcohol as she walked over. I smiled and stood up as she grabbed one of my hands, dragging me to an opening, and wrapped her arms around me as she spoke. "My husband doesn't like to dance, it's nice to meet someone willing to dance with me." She said with a light blush as she placed her hands on my hips.

I matched her, placing my hands on her waist as we slowly moved to the sound of the music, not following any set dance and just letting the music lead us as she moved her body closer to mine, allowing my groin to press up against her and blushing as she could feel the outline of my manhood through my pants as it rested against her stomach. She spoke in a low voice.

"Sir Colt, you know I am married." She said, smiling, as I leaned close to her ear and spoke. "That never stopped me before. I was even willing to fight your father for your mother. Do you think I would be scared to lust after a woman of your caliber?" I said while moving my hands to her lower back, letting my fingers brush up against her naked skin. She was wearing clothing that made her stomach and lower back bare.

I could feel her breathing quicken as it brushed up against my neck while her hands moved to my chest. Zainab slowly moved her hips up against me as the tempo of the music quickened, grinding against my manhood as it got harder. "It's big." She whispered as we danced to the music. "You made it big, Zainab. I think you will have to take care of the problem you created." I said while moving one of my hands down to her ass as we danced.

"Who do you plan to make me do that?" She whispered. "I plan to make you play with my dick with every inch of this sexy body of yours," I whispered back as her face got redder and her eyes glazed over from being drunk and aroused until she stumbled, making me catch her. "It looks like Zainab needs to lie down. I will bring her to a room to rest." I said as Fatima smiled and stood up, pointing towards a passage.

"The second room on the left, Sir Colt." She said as I carried Zainab in my arms, making her blush as she placed a hand against my chest while I walked. I could tell she was in and out of it, confused as she spoke. "Dear, you are so bold. The kids are still awake, later." She said, looking at me as I smirked. She thought I was her husband as I opened the door and walked inside, closing it behind me as I spoke.

"We don't get enough time to have fun, dear. Let's do something fun. Don't you think?" I said before kissing her as I walked towards the bed. "When did you get so bold, dear? You would never do this kind of thing. I like it." She said, giggling as she hiccupped. Zainab was bleastered drunk as I lay her on the bed, pulling up her top, revealing her tan tits. Milk seeped out of her nipples as she blushed.

"I am still making milk, dear. I am sorry, you find it repulsive." She said about to cover her chest as I quickly pinned her arms above her head and licked the milk flowing down her breasts. "I would never hate your body, Zainab," I said, bringing my tongue closer to her nipple and flicking it with my tongue.

Zainab moaned out. "Dear, you are so different!! I like this new you!" She yelled out as I began to suck on one of her nipples, drinking her milk as my hand slid into her skirt, making her moan out. "You are touching me there, oh, how I dreamed of you doing this before. But you never did it." She said, pulling the blanket covering the bed as I stuck two of my fingers into her pussy.

I could feel how wet she was. I take it she was horny from our dance, and now that she is blacked out drunk, not knowing it was me and thinking it was her husband that was fulfilling her desires, she had gotten horny. "Dear, how I wished you were more like this when we made love. Can you touch me more, finger my pussy until I cum!" She pleaded as I pulled down her skirt and underwear with my free hand.

Sucking on her nipple that was squirting milk into my mouth as my fingers violated her dripping wet pussy was pushing Zainab closer and closer to climax. "DEAR, I AM CLOSE!" She screamed out as her hips lifted off the bed, moving another finger inside her, focusing on her G-spot. Not letting her rest as her pussy gushed onto my hand until she let out a loud moan.

"IT'S HERE!" She screamed, shooting liquid out as it covered my hand. Her eyes slowly rolled into the back of her head as she gritted her teeth, panting in pleasure as her body shook. When she finally stopped cumming, her hips fell back onto the bed as I pulled my hand out of her pussy and pulled her underwear down.

She was still in a mix of being drunk and consumed with the pleasure she had just experienced. Taking off my clothes before opening her legs, rubbing my dick on her pussy, making her moan as she spoke. "Dear, you are bigger than before. I like it." She said as I smirked, rubbing the head of my cock up and down as she moaned out once more.

"Don't tease me, dear, put that dick inside me." She said as I leaned forward, speaking to her. "Zainab, I am not your dear. I am your master." I said, making her open her eyes quickly as she looked at me in confusion. "Sir Colt, what is going on?" She said before moving her eyes down and looking at her naked body as the head of my cock got ready.

Her eyes widened as she screamed out. "WAIT, SIR COLT WE C-" I didn't let her finish as I pushed my dick inside her all at once, making her grab onto the blanket as she moaned out loudly. "IT'S SO FUCKING BIG! YOU ARE SPREADING ME OPEN, OH MY GOD!" She said, lifting her hips as she shook her head. The mixture of being drunk and the pleasure was confusing her; she knew she had to stop me, but at the same time, she loved this.

"It's okay, Zainab. Just blame it on the alcohol and me being a wicked man, let loose a little. I will bear the guilt. I took advantage of you." I whispered into her ear.