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Katya looked at her, and she immediately stepped forward, though nervously, almost tripping as she stepped onto the stage.
Every day for the last week Katya had taken me to the king's throneroom, and let me have my way with her in utter submission.
It was all a blur, with sleep and eating relative to our needs as we made each other cum in every way we could think of.
Sometimes it was day outside when we took short breaks, sometimes night.
After several days I was dressed in silk boxers, a warm robe, soft sandals of a material that was native to Mars, and escorted to the temple.
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