Idea: Judal/Judar slips testosterone supplements into the entire apple juice stock of the palace in an attempt to get Pisti to go through puberty (for reasons he shall not name) but instead gets one of the (more attractive) dancers extremely horny.

This is so close to rape/non-con it's absolutely retarded. So BE WARNED. Enjoy all my perverted readers. ;) Also this was requested the same day this got updated so the wait line is like... Zero. To top off the worst lemon in history... Judal/Judar is like OOC to a new level.

The dancer stretched her arms up as she got up from the surprisingly comfortable bed which if it was up to her, she would never leave. She looked down at her feet and couldn't help but notice the bareness of everything in between. She would ask herself how she got in this state but all of it came flashing back like a hang-over. The blonde would say it was one except for the fact where she had no alcohol the previous night- just the entire palace's stock of apple juice.

Her blue eyes scanned the room for anything that might have told her that last-night was just her imagination. Kamilia was a smart woman and knew that drinking a large amount of apple-juice would give the poor victim strange dreams. As she looked around she saw her clothing- and the clothing of another. There was no way that she would wear the color black. Hoping that the poor person was still asleep so that she could leave and pretend that the entire scenario never happened, she looked over to the bed only to see crimson eyes boar into her naked form.

That one look of lust scared her and thrilled the poor girl at the same time, as it brought back memories of the night before.

He roughly pushed Kamilia into the wall and mercilessly kissed her; he pressed his chest into hers in an attempt to get her to summit but it failed. He obviously didn't know that making Kamilia horny with a testosterone supplement would make her more dominant in the bed. Some how, he managed to pry open her lips and calm her down slightly, allowing him to shed the top of her golden bedlah. Her legs slowly unwrapped themselves from his waist and began she began to use the kiss to move Judar to the bed. She didn't know his name but she knew two things: that A) this man was as hot as fire and B) this man would help her settle her desires, whether he liked it or not.

He eventually broke off the kiss and lifted her to the bed, before roughly throwing her against the silk-cover matress and pinning the (overly horny) dancer to it's soft surface. She kicked and thrashed as Judar grabbed her now shed pants and tied her ankles together. "If you stopped thrashing so much I wouldn't have to tie you down," he states casually and pulls down the thin material known as panties and sticks two of his fingers at her entrance.

"I... wanna pleasure you, Judar-sama," Kamilia says in an attempt at seducing him. She was entirely bare and already so horny. He thought this woman was unaware of what forces she was messing with, which on most levels were true. "If you insist," he responded before pulling off his black pants and discarding them somewhere in the room, very similar with what happened to his 'crop top' down the hallway. He was curious on what would happen if he bedded a woman, loudly, next door from Sinbad's room and left his clothing down the hallway.

With that said he brought Kamilia's face to his dick. "Suck," he demanded as he positioned himself at her mouth. Quietly she complied with his request and began. Her tongue swirled around it and she began to bob her head- it was like she knew what she was doing (which she didn't). "Deep-throat me," she heard as a groan. "Mhf," Kamilia replied defiantly. Defiance was something he often gave but was unaware what it was like to receive such harsh treatment- until now. Realizing that she would do it, he thrusted fully into her mouth, causing her to gag and sudden tears to fall like a water fall.

"Ah... Just like that," he moaned before thrusting himself in and out of her mouth, effectively fucking her mouth. She began to get used to his size and bobbed her head with his thrust, meeting in the middle. He was smirking and moaning like an idiot while Kamilia was getting wet by just thinking about what it would feel like down there.

He could feel himself throb but said nothing- this is what she had started, so finish it she shall. When he came, loudly should I add, she cleaned his now deflating dick as fast as she could. Judar went to flop on the bed- feeling he had made enough noises to piss off the king but he realized that he had not only drugged and practically raped a virgin- he didn't finish the sin (bet ya didn't see that cumming(LOL) did ya?).

"Judar-sama?" Kamilia asked for his attention. "What?" Judar responds annoyed at his own thoughts. Kamilia leans over, butt in the air and legs apart. "Please fill me up Judar-sama..." She says softly. With that- his boner awoke.

"Beg as loud as you can," he demands the woman and experimentally rubs the head against her. Wet... Just enough to make it easy but not enough for it to be too easy. After he was a masochist, no fun without pain, right?

"PLEASE JUDAR-SAMA!" She shouted.

"Please what?"

"FILL ME UP JUDAR-SAMA!"

"Your wish is my command," he said sarcastically and thrusted into her. He pounded her into the bed, her hind in the air as her elbows and upper body supported itself on the silk. Kamilia's knees wobbled as she struggled to keep still. The pleasure was just to much for her. "I-I'M CUMMING!" She shouted and without warning, she allowed herself to massively orgasm. Judar pulled out afterwards and pushed her to the bed. "Hide me from Sinbad," he whispered before hiding under the bed with her clothing. Almost instantly after she got under the covers and turned off the light she heard foot-steps.

Kamilia pretened to be asleep and when the door opened it was closed quickly, seeing that a noble was sleeping from what he thought was the source of the noise. Judar wasn't in that room. Sinbad hoped those noises didn't come from his bed-room, although it had to be this hall since that was were he left his shirt and shawl.