A Zhorian Male
"A Zhorian Male" by Sophie-Louise
A zhorian male is proud and strong,
In heart, mind and morals.
In youthful dalliance he should stay not long,
But progress to search out laurels.
Let there be no quarrels:
Let him exercise his manly passion,
But never in an indulgent fashion.
I lick the sweat from a true man's chest
My body feebled by Ruk's serum
I broll and gair without rest;
The sluttiest slave of my master's harem.
The other slaves? I would not dare them!
To contest such a title they're not able,
For I, Sophie, am the most shameless of the pleasure stable.
A zhorian male is fierce in battle,
And favours brute force over elegance
And is not suspect to woman's idle prattle
Or the seduction of the slave-girl's dance
Lest he be less ferocious with his lance.
Let him have his diverting play;
But he is always ready for the battle day.
I suffer the violent piercing of my rhadus,
As I plunge myself onto my master's lance,
As pleasure slaves they physically raid us
Force us into drifna-cefnell, the slave-girl's dance
Then we jump on their daggers given half a chance!
I, Sophie, will endure the shame and indignity,
Just to feel a true man's body on top of me.
A zhorian male is proud above all others,
A warrior through and through.
As soldiers, nobles and lovers,
There are none more true.
Of villains and cowards there are few
For the law demands they punished hence:
To be taken and transformed into lusty maidens.
I lift my slave silks for any man
And do any task asked of me,
For from the battle I ran,
My cowardice caused me to flee,
And now a whore I must be.
My fate is to be a zhorian slave-girl then
And my life's joy that of serving real men.
I'll serve them willingly
For a slave -girl I was born to be,
As any true male can see.
As a man myself I did fail
So now I'll moan, cry and wail
And give my body to any Zhorian male.
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