Princess Roxy stood before her slave, a smirk on her lips as she held up a glass filled with her warm, golden piss. The slave could barely contain his excitement, his cock already hard and dripping with anticipation.
"Come now," she purred, her voice seductive despite the dominating tone. "You've been such a good boy. It's only fair that I reward you with a taste of my sweet nectar."
Without further hesitation, Princess Roxy carefully positioned the slave's head between her legs. He opened his mouth eagerly, anxious for the hot flow to fill him up. As he felt her wetness streaming into his mouth, he couldn't help but moan in delight.
"Yes," she whispered, her hips moving slowly against his face. "That's it. Drink up every drop."
Her stream slowed down until only a few drops were left trickling out of her pussy. Then, without warning, she let loose another powerful jet of urine that sent waves of pleasure coursing through the slave. He couldn't believe how good it felt to have her piss filling his mouth.
"See," she whispered, leaning down to grasp his chin in her hand. "That's how a good boy behaves."
Her words sent shivers down his spine, yet he couldn't help but crave more. As she pulled away, leaving a trail of drooling saliva connecting their mouths, he could only hope that she'd give him another chance to taste her precious fluids.
"Now," she said, holding up the glass once again. "Drink this too. Every drop."
The slave nodded eagerly, his tongue darting out to lap up any remaining drops of piss from her thighs. As he finally managed to swallow the last drop, he felt a new sense of belonging wash over him. He belonged to Princess Roxy, and she would decide how he would be filled with her golden nectar.
