Chapter 147 147: The Prime Minister submits.

(I am starting to write again slowly, I will be trying to get one chapter out a day between my two novels I am writing right now, this one and my Maid one. I will try to up it again after another week.)

It was dark out by the time I left the Queen's bedroom, leaving the family passed out on the bed. Walking towards Basma's room, I reached it and stopped in front of the guards, speaking to them. "I am here to talk to Prime Minister Basma." They nodded and opened the door, speaking. "Minister Basma has been waiting for you, Sir Colt." One said as I nodded and walked inside that the room was lit with candles.

"Sir Colt, you have come." She said, lying on the bed as I looked at her.

She was wearing a lace robe, a silk bra, and a thong, looking at me under the glow of candlelight. "You look sexy, Basma," I said while taking off my shirt as she slowly got up from the bed. "You told me to wear something sexy. I hope it's to your liking. Shall we enter talks about a joint treaty between our nations?" She said as she walked over to me.

Basma stopped in front of me and placed a hand on my chest, speaking once more. "Your body is much better than my husband's. I can feel your muscles and the power they bring." Her words laced with desire as her finger tips moved down my chest and abs, reaching my belt, undoing it.

"Let me get you ready." She said before kissing my chest and sliding her hand into my underwear, slowly moving her hand up and down the shaft of my manhood. "It's so big, I am still surprised you could fit this massive white cock in my tight pussy. I can still feel it inside me." She said while kissing down my stomach.

Squatting down as she pulled both my pants and underwear down, letting my dick bounce out, standing tall and proud. "It smells so manly, I want to get a taste of it," Basma said, moving her lips towards the tip before giving it a light kiss as her hand plays with my balls.

"Your balls feel so full. I bet if you release the built-up seed inside me, I could get pregnant with your child. Do you want me to carry your child? I can make my husband raise it like it's his. That guy isn't the smartest tool in the shed." She said while moving her hand up and down the shaft as she fondled my balls.

"I would like that, Basma. This way, you have someone of competent blood in your family, but what I want to know is about your daughters. I hear you have two of them and a son. I want to fuck you and your daughters while making your son and husband watch. Can you do that for me?" I said.

My words made her freeze as she hadn't expected me to be so cruel, making her bite her lip as she struggled to agree with it. As I looked at her face, laced with indecision. I moved, grabbing her head, shocking her as I pushed my dick into her mouth as I spoke.

"You should weigh the pros and cons; your nation will suffer less if you only let your husband and son suffer. Isn't that good for you? They should be prepared to suffer for their country, and all they have to do is watch you and your daughters fall into pleasure. It's a small price to pay." I said while pushing my dick deeper into her mouth, making her gag as she looked up at me with tears in her eyes.

Basma gagged as I violated her mouth, but her body showed signs of enjoying it as her pussy leaked out from her thong. "You like having another man violate your throat, your husband would weep if he saw you like this. Enjoying my big thick dick like a dirty little whore, as you leak from your pussy, craving me to put it inside you." I said, moving my hips now.

Her eyes began to roll into the back of her head as saliva foamed around her lips, gagging nonstop. "You want me to fill your mouth up with my cum, don't you slutty Prime Minister Basma?" I said as she nodded her head up and down, craving me to release my cum inside it. "I will only give you what you want as long as you agree to my terms. Do you agree, Basma?" I said, stopping, making her eyes look sad.

She finally started to nod yes after a few moments, making me smirk as I began to move once more. "Good girl, let me reward you then!" I roared out as I pushed my dick deep into her throat, releasing my seed, making her quiver as she gulped down a thick load of cum. Her throat moved up and down rapidly as she tried to keep up with the pace of my climax.

As she struggled to keep swallowing down my cum I watched with great satisfaction in making a woman of her caliber drink my cum. When I finally finished, I let go of her head and allowed her to slowly pull my dick out of her mouth, making her gasp for air as she sat on her knees, catching her breath.

"Basma, what do you think I plan to do with my army?" I asked, making her look up at me, panting as she thought for a moment before speaking once she could breathe normally. "You plan to build your own Empire." She said. Her words made me smile as I nodded. "Why do you think that?" I asked her another question.

"Because all nations want more land and power. My own nation would invade other nations if they had the army you did." She said as I pulled her up, making her yelp as I held her in my arms and began to speak.

"Yes, every nation wants more land and resources. There isn't one that doesn't; if someone says their nation doesn't want any, they are lying. It's just a fact, and it will never change. If I told you, in time, I will be taking your nation, what would you say?" I spoke as my hands began to remove her lace robe, which fell to the ground.

"I would ask for you to annex us without invading us." She said, worryingly, making me smirk. Basma knew that if war broke out between her nation and me, it wouldn't end well for her. "I could do that, but I will need your help for that. We would need to kill the male offspring of your Sultan along with the Sultan himself, and install a female that belongs to me. I want you to pick a Princess and offer her to me so I can train her to be a worthy ruler of my lands." I whispered into her ear as my hand slid into her thong.

"Can you do that for me?" I said before, lightly biting her ear, making her moan as she quivered in my embrace. She knew her nation was on the cutting board right now, and all she could do was make sure they came out with the least damage. "I can do that, I have two of the ten Princesses in mind that can be of use to you, Sir Colt." She finally spoke after a few minutes of me fingering her.

"Then shall we seal the deal, Basma?" I asked her, making her nod, before I picked her up, and she wrapped her legs around me before I walked to her bed and lay her down. That night, Basma gave me everything as she had submitted to me not just as a woman but also as a leader. She picked submission over a slaughter that she could see coming for those who plan to stand in Colt's way.

I stayed in her chambers for five hours, thoroughly training the Prime Minister in her new role. As I got dressed, I looked at the Arabic woman painted white with her pussy gaping open as my seed flowed out of her. She had a happy smile on her pleasure-crazed face, telling me she was now addicted to sex with me.

It was three in the morning, so I headed back to the Queens chambers, as I wanted to get ready to leave tomorrow, as my time here is up. Making it back to the bedroom as Fatima and her daughters were still sleeping, I headed to the desk and sat down, pulling the map out and looking at the fifteen or so kingdoms between the Demon Lords' land and the Beastmen Empire.

I picked the Kingdom of Aether, it was in the middle, and I could take my time taking over the rest without the Beastmen becoming aware of what I was doing until I was inside the Kingdom's next to them. But at that time, they wouldn't be able to split their forces between the Nations forming an army for them.

I will need to study those fifteen kingdoms today.