Overlord Drakarot's Lust

Acutely focused eyes and pale face mirror candlelight flame
Drakarot, overwhelmed with lascivious desire, unable to abstain
Enters the dimly lit bathing room of his gray brick domain

Four young and frightened women sneak a glance at the dark Lord
Looking down upon the bathing women, he unsheathes his sword
Placing the blade’s tip at the throat of his servant, she rises,“Turn around, whore”

Admiring the glistening droplets gently rolling down her backside
Drak drops his garments and spreads her legs wide
She trembles as she stares fearfully into the other women’s eyes

Tears stream down her face, but she’s silent
Careful not to anger the tyrant
For she fears what happens for non-compliance

Self-loathing consumes her, as playful images of better times rampaged through her mind
Thoughts of chores with her children, and the love of her husband that were left behind
Questions plagued her as the mad king prepares to violate her, “How could this man be so unkind?”

He smiles, bearing a ghastly grin filled with filed points
Whispering in her ear,”Have no fear, my dear, I won’t disappoint”
A look of horror overcomes her, she gasps, as he slowly enters her void

Drak climaxes...a malignant hiss escapes his lips
She slumps back into the water and tries to crack a smile instead of vomit
Silent...in fear of torture from chains and whips, of the pain he could inflict...