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pay with your heads, you dogs!"
    "I'm afraid an awful lot's going to happen to your emperor with those three in there with him," Magnus muttered morosely to himself.
    As they listened to the grunts, groans, wails and laughter coming from inside, and as the day turned to evening, the young prince became more and more miserable. He began to imagine the most terrible and obscene acts taking place inside that tent, then punished himself more with the suspicion that he could not imagine what depths of depravity were being explored. He even wondered whether he would have preferred to have seen Nysa fall to these barbarians than for that savage to touch the three sisters. Seeing his expression, the emissary cackled.
    "You see how it will be when we take your country," he gloated. "Our glorious Emperor, Osiman the Mighty, will fuck all your Nysan whores and they'll beg for more!"
    He was stopped in his theme by the tent opening. It was Bellatrix who stepped through, completely naked and her body, so slim and beautiful, glistening with a sheen of sweat. There were red marks across her small breasts, and her eyes were glowing with a fierce pride.
    "I must say," she said to no-one in particular, "that was fun. A shame really that it had to stop when we were just getting the hang of things."
    "No woman can endure the lust of our mighty Emperor," the emissary told her. "His desires are too much for them."
    For a second Bellatrix stared at him blankly, as though trying to remember who he was. Then, to his astonishment, she began to laugh, waving her hands in front of her face as though to dismiss some impossibly funny joke.
    "Oh, it wasn't us who wanted to stop. It was him."
    "No! You lie!" the small man bellowed. "It's... It's impossible."
    Bellatrix shrugged. "Don't take my word for it. You can ask him yourself."
    As she spoke the tent opened once more and now three figures emerged.
    It took Magnus a few moments to understand what he was seeing. All three were naked, all three glistening with sweat and oil (or perhaps the witches mystical "unguent"). In their state of disarray, Serena and Isis were utterly ravishing, a post-coital beauty glowing from their skins, but it was the Emperor that Magnus's eyes were fixed on.
    He was still a giant of a man, of course, but he seemed diminished somehow, shrunken and - strangely - older, as though exhaustion had robbed him of his years. He leaned heavily on Isis and Serena as he stumbled from the tent, the huge muscles in his arms, legs and chest trembling from the simple exertion of trying to walk. Magnus swallowed as he saw the Emperor's cock, limp and dangling between his legs: if that was the size if it when drained, heaven alone knew what it was like in its full vigour.
    Seeing the expression on his face, Bellatrix winked at the prince and mimed the motion of sucking an oversized cock with her hand and mouth.
    "It is done," wheezed Osiman, his voice a shadow of its former self. "I have conquered Nysa."
    "You've done no such thing -" Magnus began to say in a jealous rage, but Bellatrix waved a warning hand at him and frowned.
    "I have conquered Nysa," Osiman continued as though he hadn't heard the interruption (and, with his glazed and stunned expression, perhaps he hadn't), "because these three women are Nysa."
    There was a huge cheer from the soldiers and Magnus began to plot murderous thoughts, but as the emperor raised a weary hand and waited for silence, he was stunned by what he heard next.
    "I have conquered Nysa, but I know that if I stay here I shall die." His head fell forward at this, and there was a gasp from the soldiers. When he raised his head, however, a sly smile was on his face. "Perhaps," he said with a growl, "perhaps it would be a good way to die."
    Bellatrix stepped forward at this and prodded his chest with a finger. Her body now faced away from Magnus, and he was acutely aware of the taut muscles in her shoulders and back, her tight buttocks.
    "Now, now, Osiman," she