Master of the Kingdom

[NoMoshing]

King Roland is a young upstart, who has overthrown his father and seized control of the Kingdom of Allore. While he is secure within the confines of his castle, members of the nobility still plot and conspire against him, and beyond the capital the kingdom decays and falls into ruin. With the help of his court witch, Roaldn finds a way to defeat his dissident nobility and regain the country, by turning his sexual desires into a tool of control.

To celebrate the new forum, I've been editing and re-writing parts of an old erotic story I write a long time ago, parts of which inspired Harem Collector. It is a lot harder edged than Isekai Life in D&D, as well as being more of a "porn with plot" story as opposed to "plot with porn". If interest is good, I'll keep uploading chapters and do a proper cast page and all. Until then, enjoy!

Chapter 1: Adeline I (Features: Blowjob, handjob)
Chapter 2: Colette I (Features: Vanilla sex, 3p, impregnation)
Chapter 3: Adeline II (Features: Ravishment, titjob, cumplay, mind control)
Chapter 4: Desiree I (Features: Ravishment, blowjob, anal, ntr, mind control)
Chapter 5: Marie I (Features: Ravishment, vanilla sex, 3p, blowjob, bukkake, mind control, oyakudon)
Chapter 6: Gabrielle I (Features: Blowjob, cumplay)

[NoMoshing]

Adeline I

The witch Adeline kept her head held high as she entered the king’s antechamber. Everywhere she went in the castle, maids would whisper to one another when they thought she couldn't see or hear, and scurried away like mice whenever Adeline's gaze found them. The black-armoured giants who composed the elite Veronomigan Guard would eye her suspiciously before looking away. Though loyal to a fault and fearsome in battle, the huge northmen were notoriously superstitious, a fact which bolstered Adeline's pride in what would otherwise be an entire hostile situation.

Worst were the nobles. Servants would not speak out, even the older ones who would be able to question why Adeline had not seemed to age since the day of the king's grandfather's rule. But decades of rule under the weak King Amable, the current king's father, had made them bold. A great many did not approve of the seemingly-immortal witch kept as an advisor by the royal family, and those few who did tolerated her only because she was useful.

She had pale silver hair that hung straight down to her shoulders, clear blue eyes and a slender, shapely body with small breasts. Her dress was very deliberately cut to cling to her, and, while simple, showed off the lines of her body. She wore the traditional pointed hat of her profession, to signal her magical prowess to onlookers- hopefully it would impress upon King Roland the serious nature of her powers. This would be her first audience with the new king- she wanted to look desirable, to play on his lusts, but also authoritative.

King Roland was young for his station, having orchestrated a coup to depose his father and send the latter into exile. He supposedly had his mother’s touch for diplomacy, and had negotiated his way into the position of the royal treasurer, smoothly displacing the former treasurer, Lord Ambrien. He then proved to be so successful at the position that the kingdom's coffers increased despite the former king's inadequacies... and, with his hands on the purse-strings, King Roland was able to win the loyalty of Veronomigan Guard and take his father into custody. That was three months ago, and the ripples in the corridor of power have been expanding ever since.

To everyone who spoke well of him, the king was a genius savant, ready to usher in a new golden age for the Kingdom of Allore. For his critics, he was a greedy upstart who seized the reins of power so he could turn the castle into a decadent personal paradise to sate his lusts.

King Roland had a reputation for being possessed of an insatiable appetite for sex. As far back as his coming of age, and some rumours held that even earlier, he made a succession of lovers out of his personal servants. For a king to dirty himself with the peasant lovers was an unspeakable travesty to many of the nobility... and even the King's most ardent supporters saw it as unfortunate black mark.

Crossing the modest antechamber, Adeline saw the two guards at the entrance to the throne room cross their poleaxes, blocking her way. Mentally, she braced herself. This would be a good warm-up before the main battle.

“The King is not to be disturbed at this time,” the right-hand guard stated, his accent thick.

Adeline smiled. “His Grace has summoned me. He requires my council on matters of national import.” She let her smile widen as she drew her brows down, glaring in an evil grin. “You know who am I. Do you really want to bar my way?”

To their credit, the guards weren't immediately cowed, although they hesitated and exchanged a worried glance. When Adeline reached out and parted their weapons as thought they were mere curtains, then the two men relented, resuming their watchful stance.

The cavernous throne room, decorated with huge tapestries and the banners of noble houses that held (nominal) fealty to the king, was filled with wet slurping sounds. For the first time since his coronation, the witch beheld her King, and was pleasantly surprised to find that the rumours did indeed seem to be true.

Two maids in uniform, a blonde and a brunette, were knelt before the throne, their heads bobbing up and down rhythmically over the King's erect cock. This king himself was leaning on the arm on the throne, head in hand as if this was just some idle afternoon entertainment. The crown rested atop his head, however, and despite the debauchery taking place, he did seem to have a regal bearing. Not as thought he was above the act taking place, but in a confident way, as if he didn't particularly care who knew that he was taking his pleasure.

Adeline curtsied deeply, schooling her face to appear neutral despite the act happening before her. From her position below the dais, she noticed that both maids wore no undergarments below the short skirts of their uniforms.

Her entry did not go unnoticed. With a snap of his fingers, the king dismissed the two maids, who looked disappointed and cast jealous glances at Adeline as they went. The royal cock, however, remained present, and hard, as King Roland looked over his court witch.

“I have need of your counsel, witch,” the king said simply.

“I live only to serve, Your Grace,” Adeline replied.

“Is that so?” He said, musing. He regarded Adeline silently for a time, as if coming to a decision. The witch was used to such beginner tactics- the long silence intended to make her uncomfortable, to put her off her guard. Instead she kept her gaze demurely lowered and waited. She was not quite a century old, and her magic has preserved her youth and wits alike.

Finally, he spoke. “No doubt you know there are elements in the kingdom that would see I fail, that my plans never come to pass and that I be left with my maids as a puppet king on a fool’s throne, if not deposed entirely.”

Ah, so the resentment of the court did not go unnoticed. Perhaps this man was not such a fool.

“I did not know,” Adeline lied smoothly, “I am pleased to serve, Your Grace. I have not forgotten how your noble grandfather shielded me from those who would prosecute me, in the days before the church's power waned. I would never count myself among those who conspire against you, Your Grace.”

“I doubt that, my lady,” the king said imperiously, “You do not seem so much of a fool to tolerate my rule regardless of my actions. As well, you have ever had your hand on the pulse of the court, and have... alternative means of discovering information, so you'll forgive me if I don't believe that you are entirely ignorant of my precarious situation.”

“As you say, Your Grace,” she responded simply.

“I require a simple service of you, one making use of your magical prowess to help ensure the loyalty of my court. I have great plans, and will need a solid base from which these plans will flourish.”

Adeline curtsied again. “Name it, my King, and I shall do my best to see it done.”

The king shifted on his throne, and the royal cock swayed alluringly. Adeline found herself wondering what it might be like to receive the king’s attentions. Surely a man so… practiced would excel at the act.

“I require you to make a kind of obedience potion,” he explained.

Well, this is interesting, Adeline thought. It certainly wasn't the first thing she thought of when her King had summoned her.

“One that, when I ingest it, will cause women who swallow, are anointed with, or are given my seed become forever enamoured with me, and perfectly obedient to my will.”

The witch could have laughed. What a typical response for a man. Especially this particular man.

“Ah, I see, your grace,” Adeline responded. “You require a magical means of controlling recalcitrant nobles. I can conceive of how I was create such a potion, but why make a more simple tincture, one that eliminates the sexual element and simply allows you to dominate whoever you feed it to?”

King Roland chuckled. “Well, for one, I have need of a potion I cannot be affected by, for starters. For a second, it must not be turned against me- there can only be one dose, ever. Finally... well, there is a certain mental element of taking a man's daughter, wife, sister, mother... and simply fucking her into obedience. It will invoke either rage or submission in the noble men of my nation, and I have uses for both reactions.”

It was Adeline's turn to chuckle. “Control the daughters, sisters and wives of the court and thus you control the lords.” She bobbed a third curtsy. “It can be done, and immediately, your grace, only…”

“Only?” he asked, impatiently.

“Only I will require a sample of the royal seed, in order to complete the potion.”

The king nodded. “Take it then.”

Adeline smiled. Since the King made his request, she expected, and hoped, that this conversation might end in such a way. She gracefully rose and came to kneel before her king, delicately running a gloved hand down the royal cock, which twitched in response.

“It’s beautiful, Your Grace,” she said with a seductive smile as her hand stroked the king’s stone-hard manhood.

“I’m glad you approve, witch,” said the king, leaning back to relax on his throne.

The witch leaned in, running a soft tongue along the king’s cock, using her hand to stroke the head of it. She then put both hands together, stroking the cock between them.

The king watched her work with hard, dispassionate eyes. Adeline was disappointed- wasn’t her technique good enough? Her silky gloves soft enough? Hadn’t she planned an encounter like this to get close to the king from the start- though certainly not so soon? She stroked all the faster, hoping to please the king sufficiently before the strength of her arms gave out.

She needn’t have worried. Soon enough, the king closed his eyes with a sigh as the royal cock spurted a long line of thick, white cum onto Adeline’s face. The seed felt burning hot for a moment, as if the king was a stone-hard crucible for his passion and the semen was the result. A few more spurts ran over Adeline’s hands, as her stroking slowed. She raised a tongue to her own face, and sampled the royal seed. It was salty, musky, but good.

Using a glass vial produced from a sleeve, Adeline collected the drops of cum that still clung to the royal cock head. After which, she rose and curtsied.

“This is all I require, Your Grace,” she said smoothly, “May I be excused to go prepare the potion you have requested of me, my king?”

The king waved a hand in an almost bored way, making Adeline frown. But there was much work to be done, she thought as she turned and left the royal chambers. Opportunities such as this were not to wasted.

[2095conash]

Nice story, enjoyed a lot of the imagery and characters, but I think that you could probably use a prologue or something. The way that chapter 1 starts is hard to follow I feel, while letting people experience the world for themselves and learn as they go is nice, the first couple of paragraphs rely so heavily on in-world terminology at times that it feels like it's supposed to be read while you're explaining it to people. For example, let's take the final two sentences from the first paragraph,

The black-armoured giants who composed the elite Veronomigan Guard would eye her suspiciously before looking away. Though loyal to a fault and fearsome in battle, the huge northmen were notoriously superstitious, a fact which bolstered Adeline's pride in what would otherwise be an entire hostile situation.

Here we're introduced to the 'Veronomigan Guards', and then told that they're huge 'northmen', but what does that mean? Are they from the country immediately to the North? Are they from the far North? If it's common knowledge that these guards are northmen does that mean that Veronomigan is their home country and they're apart of a guard forced composed only of their kind, or are these individuals identified as northmen by them being 'giants' (which I'll note can be a bit hard to tell if you're being literal or figurative as we haven't gotten enough of an understanding of the world or the perspective that we're following to know if we're talking about a race of creatures that are inherently giant, or just very big guards that an average person would describe as 'giant'). Similar confusions can arise from talk about the nobles or the Kings, and it can just be difficult to digest when we don't even know the name of the country that we're in or the recent political events.

The opening paragraphs do a good job introducing us to the court politics, and an even better job introducing us to Adeline and how she fits into all of that, but when we're also trying to learn about the world, the situation, and why we should care at the same time it gets to be a bit distracting. A quick prologue unrelated to Adeline (so that we can learn of her in chapter 1 with no idea as it's meant to be) to help bring us into the world in one way or another, like maybe King Roland's internal musings before he summons Adeline (ending with the maids being brought in) could help a whole lot to make the transition into chapter 1 a lot smoother.

That said, after getting through the first two or so paragraphs it became a lot smoother as we had a good grasp on Adeline and a basis to work with for Roland, and it was easy enough to just focus on it and enjoy the back and forth that they had, along with interesting to see the little battle of wits they had, not to mention how things end up between the two it leaves me really wanting to see how Adeline 2 goes, whichever chapter that may be. King Roland's plans as well really leave me wanting to see how things will go because tightening his hold over the court by fucking all the women around the court (and presumably in it since Adeline's thoughts suggest it was her status as a near immortal witch that caused people to oppose her rather than her gender) sounds like a very fun story to read. Heck, I almost forgot to mention but reading about King Roland's rise to power reminded me of the CPG Gray video 'Rules for Rulers' and was just interesting to see how Roland rose to power as it helps indicate that even if this is clearly porn made to pander to a certain fetish, effort was still put in to make sure that it didn't break your own suspension of disbelief at least and hey, holds up in my book as well. Hope to see more of this when you get the time for it!

[NoMoshing]

Fair criticisms. I wrote this when I was a lot younger, and still took "show don't tell" to be an ironclad rule of fiction. For now trust that things will be made more clear in time, and certain elements are based on historical events or things that existed. The original version was actually quite a bit smaller (1.5 pages as opposed to 3 in OpenOffice) and most of what I fleshed out was the worldbuilding at the beginning, so I'll take your comments as a net positive in that regard.

And yeah, I've spiced up the political part of the plot with a fair dose of realpolitik- for example, in the original story, no mention is made of how the king maintains the loyalty of the elite guard and how the original king was deposed is handwaved even more.

[NoMoshing]

Colette I

The king's door, located behind and to the right of the throne from the King's perspective, lead to a stairway. Down lead to a panic room, stocked with supplies. Stocking those supplies- replacing the rations when they began to moulder, making sure the mechanism to the locking portcullis was functional, and, of course, keeping everything free from dust fell under Colette's direct purview, and it was the only duty that she always performed alone.

However, take those stairs up, and they would eventually lead to the royal apartments located directly above the throne room in the keep. The apartments were a sprawling, luxurious tangle of extra bedrooms, studies, libraries and private dining halls. In times past, the entire royal family- all brothers, sisters, aunts, uncles, children and children in-law and grandchildren and so on- would live here, in the capital. Now, because the royal family had dwindled over time, there was only the king and his personal staff.

But before you reached that, there was a concealed gallery. Perhaps concealed wasn't the right word- the entire throne room was overseen by a second-level gallery, where non-functional members of the royal court could oversee proceedings in the actual throne room. From the ground floor, and the gallery across from it, the concealed area appeared to be part of the rest. But it was accessible only to the royal family and those they entrusted with their innermost sanctum- and it was here that Colette observed the meeting between Adeline and the King, just far enough back from the railing to be hidden in the shadows.

Colette's mouth was pressed into a tight line as she glared at the witch's back. Colette had served the king personally since she was twelve, first as a playmate and a companion- as daughter of the previous king's high steward, Colette was considered very minor nobility- and later as a lover and servant. And now, here was a very beautiful and very dangerous and- to Colette, at least- very unwelcome new presence in King Roland's life. Colette felt her distrust turn bitter in her mouth.

Just as the witch was about to disappear from view, Adeline turn seeming to glance back. A chill came over Colette as the witch's eyes passed over her hiding spot, but she dismissed the feeling as jitters. It was not possible for someone from the throne room to see her.

There was a tug on Colette's arm. “Please, mistress,” Katarin said in a strained whisper, “Let's go before he thinks we were spying on him.”

Colette coolly regarded the mousy-haired young girl. The former king's staff were given duties elsewhere, after the coup, and suddenly Colette and her four subordinates were saddled with the duty to take care of the entire royal apartments rather than the six-room suite King Roland kept for himself when he was a prince. Even if somehow the need to address the King's sexual satisfaction was set aside, they did not have the staff to make up the difference.

Katarin was her newest recruit, a shy country girl who ran away from a pastoral life to live with an uncle in the city. She was far too timid around King Roland, even considering the lewd things the King required of his personal maids, but finding new staff to fill out the royal apartments was a challenge. There were many beautiful girls, many girls who wanted to have sex with the King, and many girls who wanted employment in the castle. Finding people who satisfied all three requirements was difficult.

Katarin had been the most sought-after girl in her village, once. A modest bust, wavy hair, sparkling green eyes, and a slender, delicate figure that her form-hugging maid uniform showed off, the girl would have been a prize wife for some local merchant or plantation owner. But in the capital, the girl found a rude awakening. Beautiful, yes, but she was no longer remarkable, and the realization had awakened in her a timid streak.

Still, Colette could work with her. She had made good maids out of worse material before.

“A royal maid should be attentive to King Roland's needs,” she instructed, “His Grace sent us away, but did not give us new orders. Therefore, we remain out of sight until the King has need of us once more.”

The girl- Colette had trouble thinking of her as a woman despite the fact there were only four years between them- gave a hesitant nod. “I understand, mistress.”
Colette turned back to the throne room in time to notice that King Roland had risen, and was heading for the king's door. She spun on her heel, and gestured at the wall. “Out of the way, girl, and remember to curtsy as His Grace passes this time.”

Katarin paled with anxiety, but gave a brief nod and took her place obediently. Colette moved in beside her, tucking a errant curl of blonde hair behind her ear.

When King Roland topped the first flight of stairs, the two maids both curtsied deeply. King Roland stopped, and regarded them silently for a moment. Long enough that Colette began to feel the burn in her calves of holding that position, and Katarin began to wobble.

Wordlessly, King Roland took Katarin by the arm and pushed her back against the wall. The younger maid squeaked with surprise, her eyes widening in alarm. Then King then seized Colette and spun her, pushing her face-first into the other maid.

Colette was so surprised she barely registered her skirt being pulled up before the royal cock was rammed into her. It wasn't painful- the King was often impatient but not inconsiderate, and Colette was still a little aroused from her previous activities with the King. She could fee her face flush with arousal as the full length of His Grace pushed deep inside her eager pussy. Once, she was his first, a hushed dalliance in her room, far from the ears of the court. Despite King Roland claiming her dozens if not hundreds of times since, every time the pleasure she endured as the King used her to sate his lust was overwhelming.

Gradually, Colette became aware of how her breasts were rubbing up against Katarin's with the motion of the King's thrusts, and that the younger maid herself was getting flushed and breathless as well. Slowly, Katarin stuck out her tongue, although Colette, dazed with pleasure, didn't fully comprehend why until that tongue softly played over her lips. Colette responded in kind, the two maids not truly kissing twisting and entwining their tongue lewdly together in a way that she knew the King found pleasing.

The pumping of the King's hard cock into her increased, and Colette moaned into Katarin's mouth, grateful to have pleased him. She could feel the familiar tensing of his thighs, the ragged breathing that signalled that King Roland's ecstasy was upon him, and Colette pressed back harder, meeting his thrusts in an attempt to coax out the final climax.

She felt his single deep thrust, his shudder, the gasp of the King as he filled Colette's pussy and womb with thick, royal seed. Colette's own orgasm in response was a wild, writhing thing, forcing her body further down on King Roland's cock while she moaned and trembled.

Shutting her eyes tight, Colette prayed that, finally, some of that seed would find purchase inside her. She dare not ever dream of becoming queen- Colette knew her place- but she longed to be marked, for everyone, all the uptight nobles and lowly servants alike, to look on her and know, not gossip or rumour but know that she was King Roland's personal whore.

The King removed himself, and put away the royal cock. “Go finish the day's work,” he ordered offhandedly, “I'll be taking Cleo and Leana tonight.”

Flushed, Colette smoothed her skirt out, before offering an awkward curtsy, futilely trying to keep the royal seed from spilling down her thigh. “As you wish, Your Grace.”

As the King continued up the stairs, the flushed, aroused and frustrated Katarin reached after him, and mewled “Your Grace, I....”
Colette slapped her full in the face. Not hard enough to leave a mark- His Grace would never tolerate that- but enough to interrupt her and get her attention.

“You have your orders, girl,” Colette said sternly, safely back in the facade of the head maid with hardly any effort, “Yours is not to beg unless King Roland asks you to. If you have a need, take care of it in private.”

Frightened, yet still needful, Katarin bit her lip, before bobbing a brief curtsy and rushing off, probably back to her own bedroom.

Only when the younger maid was out of sight did Colette sigh heavily and let herself relax, leaning against the wall and once more looking down into the throne room. She turned over in her mind the King's request of Adeline and what it would mean for her and the girls.

Head filled with uneasy thoughts, she turned and ascended into the royal apartments.

[2095conash]

Well Colette is quite the character. Childhood friend who's basically on the verge of Yandere is probably how I'd best describe her. Definitely fun to read about how she eagerly is on the hunt for and trains up girls whom she knows that Roland is going to be having sex with, basically taking pride in training his own harem even when she doesn't get to be part of the action despite wanting to be so close to him. Given her situation I can understand that the differences of their positions could lend her to having a measure of humility which is why she's respecting that he's a king and not trying to kidnap him or be his Queen, and if we assume that at least the King/Queen having a harem isn't frowned upon I can kinda understand her not taking issue with Roland having sex with the girls that she's got control over, which in turn would help explain her immediate resistance to Adeline, though as fun as it is to read things from Colette's perspective, it does leave a more rational part of my brain wondering what it is that Roland did to earn this measure of devotion from her as there's more than just occupational obligation going on here, even if she was raised to be his first cum dum- I mean personal maid. Now I'm just wondering when we'll find the red-headed glasses wearing sister who gets all huffy about how she should be in charge but secretly just wants to be Roland's play-thing, then again perhaps this piece of erotica predates NoMoshing being able to point a finger at one or more of those qualities being something he likes to put on characters.

[NoMoshing]

Funny, the original used the term "cum dumpster" in place of "personal whore", I switched it around because of the anachronism.

Also...

RED HAIR IS CUTE

IMOUTOS AND ONEE-CHANS ARE CUTE

I ACCIDENTALLY COMBINED THEM TWICE JEEZ

[NoMoshing]

Adeline II

It took only one week for Adeline to research the proper ingredients, perfect her technique, and craft the potion to her satisfaction. Pleased with her cunning, she ventured out of her laboratory, situated in one of the lesser keeps of the castle, just long enough to find one of the common maids of the castle and send a message to His Grace, inviting him to come see her work for herself.

To the untrained eye, the laboratory appeared much like a kitchen, with dried herbs and jars of strange powders and spices at hand, a cauldron for the fireplace, knives and tools of all sizes about. It was only on close inspection that one would notice the runes inscribed into a blade, the well-worn spell circle cut into a countertop. For Adeline, it had been home for near three-quarters of a century, a place of comfort away from the more populous parts of the castle.

I did not take long for King Roland to arrive, leaving the two black-armoured guards that flanked him outside of Adeline's sanctum. The heavy oaken door, itself subtly inscribed with magical sigils on the inside, slammed shut, leaving the witch and the king alone.

Grinning with pride, Adeline offered the king a glass flask filled with a thick, greyish liquid. "Your Grace, may I offer you a drink?"

King Roland silently regarded the flask for a moment, then, meeting Adeline's eyes, he unstoppered it and started drinking. Soon, he had finished the potion, and put the empty flask down.

“Chalky” he remarked flatly, “I don’t feel any different. Are you certain your potion works, witch?”

Adeline nodded, with a satisfied look on her face. “You won’t feel any different- by design, it changes the quality of your semen. The potion itself is otherwise inert- it does not act upon you so much as transport part of you. No more than cutting a different length of board changes the sawmill."

King Roland frowned, processing the analogy. "And it functions as I asked?"

"Not quite," Adeline said with a small frown, idly playing with the potion bottle, "I came as close as I could. But, please understand, Your Grace, even so this is no less than a miracle of magical ingenuity.”

The king folded his arms and leaned against one of the witch’s workshop tables. “Explain,” he commanded.

“In exchange for the effects to be permanent, and for your own semen to not act upon you, it functions in a three-step process," Adeline replied, "The first time a woman contacts your seed, it induces an immediate reaction. The woman orgasms, then…”

“I do not believe I have trouble with that aspect of sex,” the king interrupted.

“No,” the witch replied, “I'm sure you don't, Your Grace. The orgasm is a side effect of how the potion works upon a woman's mind, and it will trigger the moment any woman touches your semen. For roughly an hour, the woman then becomes perfectly compliant with your will, then the potion wears off.”

King Roland’s face darkened. “I need a permanent effect, witch.”

“Your Radiance is so impatient... let me finish, if it pleases you.” The witch motioned in a placating gesture. “The second time a woman touches your seed- with any part of her body, mind you- her tongue, womb, bottom, hands, face, whatever His Grace prefers- the perfect obedience lasts longer, likely about three hours, and the woman is permanently enamoured with you. She is not compelled to obey you per se, but she’ll constantly long for you, like a maiden for her first love.”

“The final act,” she said with a grand gesture, “Makes her yours forever. The third time she touches your seed, she is a slave to your will for all time. She is compelled to obey your every command, not other man nor woman will be able to satisfy her sexually, and she will feel great distress when you are away for long enough. She also becomes addicted to your seed, and will crave it. But, you must also be careful- perfect obedience does not mean she will not be able to be manipulated or deceived, or that she cannot unintentionally ruin your plans for you.”

King Roland nodded, taking all this information in. “Could I take a woman thrice within one hour, then, and have her move to the final stage of the magic right away?”

Adeline frowned. “You could… but most women would be broken by so much stimulation all at once.” She shrugged. “Perhaps some may have the will to keep from breaking, but each time you do that is a risk. Better to take them slowly, unless you want a mentally shattered shadow of a girl that does but crave for your seed and care for naught else.”

The king nodded. “What else, witch? Any other dire warnings?”

The witch smiled slyly. “Of a sort. Your semen has no effect on men.”

King Roland raised an eyebrow, but the witch only shrugged in response.

“Remember, contact is all you require. You could simply spill your seed on a woman’s food, or touch her with semen on your hands, and ensnare her such. If you choose to seduce or force your attentions on a woman, it’s simply an unnecessary extra step.”

“Very well, I shall have to test it immediately.”

The King seized Adeline, sending the glass flask crashing to the floor. Adeline put on her act, pretending to be wide-eyed with surprise, to struggle against his firm grip as he bent her over the counter, but it was going according to her plan. This "rape" was something she had been preparing for all week.

"Please, sire, I've done as you asked...." she begged, only to be cut off in a moan as the king penetrated her, his hard length ramming deep inside her pussy. He assaulted her sensitive flower, over and over, filling the room with the wet sounds of their flesh. Adeline countinue to squirm and beg and moan while being pinned to the table, but her arousal was not an act. Somehow, to the cunning witch who had manipulated and seduced and politicked for almost a century, submitting to the strength and pleasure of someone else was powerfully erotic. It was as though once she was captured, only then was she free to experience every subtlety and truly lose herself to the power of their sex.

When the King climaxed, and filled her battered pussy with his cum, the orgasm tore through her mind and body like a hot blade, making Adeline buck and shiver wildly. The warmth in her womb felt intoxicating, and it was if a bolt of lightning had struck her and awakened all of her senses. Adeline was no virgin, but no other act before this had ever felt so powerful.

King Roland roughly pulled her up off the counter and yanked at her dress, tearing it away until the witch was naked before him. With a single hand, he pushed Adeline, who was still in the midst of her orgasmic daze, down onto her knees, and and placed the royal cock, still slick with cum, between her breasts.

Adeline needed no further instruction. She pressed her breasts together, and started bobbing, stroking her King' magnificent cock between them.

"Did you make an antidote, witch?" the King asked sternly.

Adeline squeezed her eyes shut and winced. How could she ever been so arrogant? The royal family has protected and kept her all these years, and she thanked them by trying to lie and manipulate this powerful, regal man into being her puppet? She would have to work very hard to please him and make all this up to him.

"Th-the drawer," she replied, gesturing with her eyes, unwilling to stop pleasing her Master's cock. "Th-there's a false back, so you have to pull it all the way out."

King Roland pulled the drawer beneath the counter out with a single tug, found the four vials of watery purple liquid concealed there, and one by one dumped them on the floor. All the while, Adeline kept up rubbing his rod between the breasts. This was all as it should be, after all, with her completely subordinate to his will, and her perfidy exposed and spilt on the floor where it couldn't hurt anyone.

The King then began to give himself over to the pleasure of her ministrations, seeming to relax and enjoy it. He seized a fistful of Adeline's silvery hair and used it to control her pace, making the witch speed up to better suit his desires. Despite the pain, she found herself gently nuzzling his hand. Every sensation the King provided to her felt like a blessing, and giving up control to him felt just so very... right.

Suddenly, the King grunted, and a jet of rich semen shot up onto Adeline's face. The orgasm that seized her then completely overshadowed the first, causing her to moan aloud and fall her to her hands and knees, trembling as every muscle in her body seemed to writhe in ecstasy. She lost all track of time and reality, and when King Roland seized her once more by the hair and pulled her up to look at him, she felt only complete and total bliss.

“You will never brew an antidote again without my express permission, nor will you ever drink an antidote given to you. Do you understand?”

"Yes, Master," she said obediently, not fully comprehending the meaning of his words. She was disappointed that her Master wasn't giving her cock... until she remember that his glorious semen was still plastered to her face and chest. Idly, she began scooping some up with her fingers and licking it off. For some reason it wasn't quite the same, but still tasted heavenly.

"Are you part of a conspiracy, or alone in your attempts to control me."

Adeline wondered why her Master cared about anything that was using her body and filling her with his magnificent seed, but if you Master willed it, she must obey. "It was part of a conspiracy, Master. An attempt for me to distract you with your own sexual desires while some of your court seized control of the army and treasury. I want no part of it now, Master. I only want to be yours."

"Who else conspired with you?"

"Lords Ambrien and Oculi," The names flowed freely from Adeline's lips, and it felt good to make her Master happy, "Lady Nessane, and the Prioress of River-of-the-Lilies Cathedral."

"Is that all?"

"Yes, Master," the witch replied, reaching out to cling to his leg, "Please, let me make it up to you, Master. You can own my mind, my body, my soul, my magic, all that I have. All that I am is your plaything, please!"

“I know,” was all the king said, as he grasped her by the hair again, lifting her lips to the head of the royal cock.

Adeline’s lips parted and she closed her eyes. Protecting her sanity was the furthest thing on her mind.

[NoMoshing]

Desiree I

Lady Desiree Amrien had been surprised to hear that his highness, King Roland, had come to her husband’s manor, especially at so late an hour. As she knew it, the freshly minted king rarely visited his subject lords at home, instead preferring that they meet with him inside the castle’s walls. Her lord husband had often ranted about how this was a sign of the king's weakness, that he doesn't dare leave behind the safety of his palace to visit others, and that his true influence does not extend beyond the castle's walls. Desiree didn't know if it was true or not- the king was the king of the entire kingdom, wasn't he?- and only paid half-attention when her lord husband worked up into one of his lathers.

But now, the king himself was here, not an hour past dinner. Some important business must have driven him to meet with her lord husband at home, Desiree was convinced. Unfortunately, His Grace picked a poor time to arrive, as her husband was still away at whatever business he had that consumed his afternoon and evening.

"So it is up to me to entertain His Majesty until Benoit returns," she told herself while standing at her full-length mirror. She carefully brushed back honey-blonde hair, as a serving girl tightened the corset on her pale pink dress, one that bared her shoulders and displayed her generous cleavage while accenting her curves. It was, perhaps, a little racy for meeting with the king, but if she could awaken some desire in the king, it might prove advantageous for her husband. At least, that seemed the sort of thing, to her, that a cunning lady might try to do.

"Yes, milady," the serving girl replied.

Once she was laced in, Desiree dismissed her serving girl and proceeded to the tea room where her royal guest was waiting. Making the king wait also seemed like a cunning thing to do. Her lord husband often made people visiting him on business wait unnecessarily.

As she meandered her way through the manor, Desiree couldn't help but notice that her husband's house guards were gone, replaced by massive men, each not less than six feet tall, with thick, tangled beards and black armour. The royal guards, she supposed. Well, the safety of the king would be paramount- perhaps they merely sent the house guards away and took over while the king was here. After all, he was more important.

When she entered the tea room, with it's plush couches, glass display cases of fine china, and delicately carved table, the king was standing by the window, looking contemplatively at the courtyard garden. The click of the door shutting behind her drew his attention, and he smiled easily at her. "Lady Desiree Amrien. You are more lovely that I had imagined."

Desiree felt her cheeks grow warm and she offered a curtsy. She knew her own reputation- a beautiful young woman married off to be second wife to an influential older man. Some called her a "bedwarmer", others less savoury names. No doubt that's where King Roland's imaginings had stemmed from. "Your Grace is too kind," she replied, before noticing the tea service tray had been set on a side table, away from the sitting area at the centre of the room. "You do not wish for tea, Your Grace? Is there something else I can send for?"

"There is no need, everything I desire is already at hand," he replied, before gesturing for Desiree to sit as one of the couches. Confused, she obeyed her king's direction, trying to puzzle out the meaning of his words.

"What brings you all the way to my humble home, Your Grace?" she asked politely, "I thought your normally chose to entertain rather than impose on the hospitality of your lords and ladies?"

"I have a private matter to discuss with Lord Amrien," the king replied, smiling in a way that reminded Desiree, uncomfortably, of a cat cornering a mouse, "Though I suppose I should impose upon my tribute lords more often, if their hospitality comes so thoughtfully presented."

It took Desiree a moment to understand what the king was saying, and she felt her cheeks aflame again. Her plan appeared to be working, at least, and for that she was glad. The king's expression was lustful, she realized, and the feeling of his hungry gaze on her made her equal parts discomfited and aroused. To be lusted after by a man who could have any woman in his kingdom was flattering in a way that seemed almost erotic.

"Your lord husband, does he still feel displeased by how I usurped his position at the treasury?" King Roland asked, as he came around the room to stand behind Desiree.

"Oh... not that I'm aware of, Your Grace," She knew that she shouldn't lie to the king, but it also wouldn't do to betray her lord husband's confidence. Besides, Benoit's former position at the treasury was among the least of his complaints about the new king. "He doesn't tell me much about that sort of thing. Politics, I mean. After all, I'm just his wife."

"Ah, of course," The king loomed over her, leaning down to put his mouth close to her ear. Lady Desiree, would you like me to tie you up and rape you now?"

"Uh, tie, and, uh, rape, Your Grace?" Desiree's eyes went wide, and she felt a nervous lurch in her tummy. She couldn't quite believe that the king had said something like that. "I-I'm afraid I do not understand...."

Before she realized what was going on, King Roland had seized her wrists, and dragged her off the couch and onto her knees. By the time she began to fight back against him, the king had wrapped some kind of silken scarf around her wrists, binding them firmly together, but not so hard that it hurt. She screamed as she struggled, but nobody came.

"I'm sorry to have to do this to you, Lady Desiree," the king told her as he pulled her onto the table, and flipped her onto her back, "But your lord husband has been a very naughty man. If it's any consolation, however, my arousal for you is entirely honest."

Desiree squirmed as she felt the king reach under her skirts. "Please, Your Grace!" she begged, "You don't have to... to... ravish me! I'm sorry for whatever we did to displease you!"

With the hem of her dress bunched up around her waist, the king began to froce her legs apart. "Well, Lady Desiree, in that, you're... hmm? What's this?" The king ripped away her underclothes, and held them up to examine them in the candlelight. "Lady Desiree, you're soaking wet. Have you been wishing for me to fuck you?"

"No, please...!" Her pleas were cut off with a moan as the king ran a finger within her slit, touching ever so lightly on the hard nub of her clit.

“Well, my lady,” the king said, pushing her arms down over her head, “I shan’t keep you waiting. Your wish is getting granted today.”

The royal cock pushed between Desiree’s lower lips in one smooth stroke, helped by her overflowing wetness, and she simply lost herself. King Roland was so strong, able to stop her struggles with one hand if he needed to, that Desiree was rendered completely helpless. No one but her husband had ever penetrated her, and her husband’s panting exertions could simply not compare to how it felt to be so completely dominated. Her body responded, completely absent of her protests, her arching back and spreading thighs allowing the king to penetrate her deeper than she had ever been filled before. Before long, Desiree was straining and writhing in the king's clutches, not because she was resisting him, but in the throes of a powerful orgasm. And yet, relentlessly, the king kept thrusting on.

Suddenly, King Roland seemed to seize, and the royal cock exploded inside her, jets of the king’s seed filling her as they orgasmed simultaneously. If anything, this orgasm was even more powerful than thefirst, leaving Desiree dazed and panting. She was only dimly aware of the bonds being removed from her wrists. She could nothing except pant with exertion on the tea room table.

In her state, she only vaguely understood the talking around her.

“He’s arrived, My Liege,” said an unfamiliar voice.

“Good. Take him into custody, and bring him before me.”

Ah, that was the voice of the king. The king that Desiree served with all of her heart. After all, he truly cared for her, didn’t he? He just gave her the precious gift of his royal seed.

“Lady Desiree?”

She opened her eyes and gazed at the king. He was reclining back on the couch, at his ease, his stiff manhood erect before him. Hurriedly, she remembered her manners, stood and curtsied, awkwardly trying to keep her legs closed enough that His Grace's cum did not escape. “How may I serve you, Master?”

Funny she should call him that, suddenly. It was an improper title for a king. But, somehow, it felt so right.

“When your lord husband comes into the room, you will agree with everything I say.”

Desiree nodded eagerly. Of course she would. He was the king, after all. Suddenly, she squirmed a little, realizing the king’s semen was running down her thighs. That was too precious a gift to lose like that.

“Now, my lady, you are a terrible slut for being so wet and ready for me when I ravished you.”

She nodded, suddenly ashamed. “I’m sorry, Your Grace,” she said, feeling the ehat in her cheeks yet again, “I hadn’t realized I was such a slut. Forgive me.”

King Roland shrugged. “My cock seems to be covered in our juices. I’m sure if you cleaned me off, I could forgive you, slut.”

Ah, a chance at redemption! Surely the king was compassionate beyond compare for such an opportunity. Desiree lowered herself to her knees before the king, and busily began licking the cream of their lovemaking off the royal cock.

The door burst open, and Desiree turned to see a pair of those black-clad guards hauling in her husband. Lord Benoit Amrien was an obese man stuffed into velvet and finery, giving her the impression that he was a creampuff decorated by an over-enthusiastic patisserie. Her husband saw the position she was in, and his eyes bulged with surprise. It was then Desiree remembered that she was not yet done cleaning off the royal cock, and turned her back on her husband to lap up the last of the semen and love juices from the king’s rod.

“What is the meaning of this!? W-Why would you insult me so by cuckolding me right before my eyes?” demanded her husband.

“Lady Desiree simply knows where her true loyalty lies, Amrien,” the king replied, “And she knows I expect total obedience. Desiree?”

Hearing her name called, she gazed lovingly up at her king. “Yes, Your Grace?” she asked, tentatively.

“Why don’t you face your husband, sitting on the floor in the manner of a dog, and bark twice.”

An odd request, but it was the king. Desiree turned, folded her legs under her, and regarded her husband. He was on his knees too, with the blades of the royal guard's massive poleaxes at his throat. He glared at her venomously. Wasn’t she supposed to obey the king? She didn’t understand why her lord husband would be so displeased. But she did hold her hands out before her like a dog would, and mimicked a dog’s bark twice, as ordered.

“You see, Amrien?” King Roland said easily, “Your lady wife here knows her place. And if you were more constant in your vows of fealty to me, that place would have been beside you.”

“I still don’t know wha-“

“Silence, you great fat idiot,” the king snapped, “I know all about your little conspiracy. Believe me, I’ll be very busy this night dealing with your traitorous friends. Until then…”

The king pushed her onto all fours, and rammed the royal cock inside her once more. Desiree moaned, and her husband flushed angrily as the king started to thrust inside her.

“Are you a slut, Lady Desiree?” inquired the king as he pumped away, taking her like a dog would.

“Now see here…” was all Lord Amrien got out before she shouted, “Yes! I am a slut! Please, more!”

The king grinned wickedly. “Whose slut are you?”

“Yours, Your Grace!” Desiree gasped, “I’m your slut! The king's slut!”

“You’re the king’s stupid whore, who loves to be fucked silly, aren’t you?” the king inquired further.

Desiree moaned loudly. To be forced to say such vile things aroused her, even more than the bonds did the first time. “Yes, Master, I’m your stupid whore! Please, keep fucking me senseless!”

The guards kept their spears at Lord Amrien’s throat, but it was clear to Desiree that her husband was getting more and more agitated. She couldn’t understand why. Wasn’t there an advantage if she had the king’s attention?

“Who fucks you better, slut? Me or your husband?” the king asked.

Desiree moaned again. She loved the feeling of the hard, royal cock sliding into her. “You, Your Grace,” she moaned, “You fuck me better than my lord husband ever has!”

King Roland laughed out loud. “Well, slut,” he asked, “Has your husband ever fucked you in the ass?”

“No, Master, Your Grace,” Desiree panted, “I never let him, even if he asked.” Her husband glared at her, face red with rage and jowls quivering. Why? Wasn’t she supposed to be honest with the king?

“Well, slut…” the king said in a low voice, “Would you like me to fuck your ass?”

The thought of being violated further was almost enough to make her cum right there. “Yes!” she shouted, “Yes, Your Grace, please fuck your dirty little whore in the ass!”

“Well, Amrien,” Roland said amicably, “It would be rather ungracious for me to ignore such an urgent request from a lady.”

“Go to hell, you bastard,” her husband replied.

The king simply tsked in reply. “Now, now, Lord Amrien… know this. Everything you have, is mine. Your house. Your son. Your wife. I am simply taking back what belongs to me, as payment for your betrayal. Isn’t that right, slut?”

“Please, Master,” she begged, “Your slut needs to be fucked in the ass….”

With that, the king pulled out of her just long enough to realign himself and thrust back in. Feeling the royal cock push into her ass set Desiree trembling with mixed pleasure and pain. It felt glorious. She loved being defiled by the king. She didn’t know why she struggled so much the first time. She wanted him to treat her like a whore, to spank her for disobedience, to force her to do such vile things in front of others. She wanted to, longed to be his, in every way a man could have a woman.

She shuddered her way through another orgasm, when the royal cock was abruptly removed from her. She looked back at King Roland and whimpered, but all she received in reply was, “Later, slut,” as the king returned his clothing to rights.

“Now, Lord Amrien, I am a forgiving man…”

Desiree’s husband shook his head. “No, you’re a monster.”

The king nodded, and one of the royal guard flipped his poleaxe around to bash Lord Amrien in the mouth with the butt end. The fat lord had to pick himself up from the floor to resume kneeling, only to have to spit out fragments of a shattered tooth.

“Not a monster,” the king said clearly, “A man. And an ambitious one. Too ambitious by far to have to deal with the petty games of my own lords. I have great plans, and you will not get in the way.”

The king gallantly offered a hand to Desiree, which she took to stand once more, beaming at the king the whole time. Clearly, she was favoured for him to take her as his slut.

“Now. I will let you go, and perhaps I will find some small use for you. But I am taking both your wife and your son hostage. Betray me, and I will see your lady wife in the stockade, free to be taken by any soldier or peasant with a hard cock and some free time. She’ll also be screaming her pleasure and denouncing your skills as a man the whole time.” The thought of being defiled so thoroughly got Desiree wet all over again. It would be sad that it wasn’t the king, but she was loyal, just like the king said, and would proudly obey. “Your house will be dissolved, and your assets seized, your son given to some orphanage where he will no doubt learn a valuable place in society as a charcoal burner or dung collector.”

“Should you serve me loyally from now on,” the king continued, “In time your wife and child may be returned to you. And if you are very, very fortunate, it will be before I’ve planted a bastard in your wife’s womb for you to take care of for me.” The king paused, regarding Lord Amrien quietly. “Do you understand?”

The fat lord sighed, eyes cast down. “Yes, Your Grace.” Was all he replied.

“Good.” The king motioned, and the two royal guards lifted their spears. “It appears your entire house guard has been conscripted into the royal army,” the king said, “So I will leave twenty of my own men to keep your house and your person safe. As well as some scribes, to help you keep your accounts and check the spelling of your personal correspondence for you.”

“Come, Lady Desiree,” the king said, offering his arm, “I hope to get you settled in the castle before the night is done.”

“Yes, Master,” was all she replied before she took his arm, her broken husband forgotten.

[NoMoshing]

Marie I

The actual manor of House Nessane was near the city limits, perched near the edge of the disused wood that served as the royal family's hunting ground. While not a vast estate, it was far from humble, and key among it's features was a carefully tended rose garden tucked away inside a delicate glass greenhouse.

Lady Marie Nessane enjoyed doting on her garden. She was a tall, slender woman of graceful step, with a flood of deep crimson hair flowing down her back, and dark amber eyes. She wore a simple brown woolen gown for working about the garden, and an apron and gloves to protect herself from the soil.

The garden itself was the pride of her late husband. Hers was a marriage of vanity- a man far too old who already had an heir plucking an innocent girl just barely old enough that it wasn't a scandal. And, of course, when Lord Nessane managed to get her with child shortly after their wedding, all of Marie's peers began gossiping on the assumption that Lord Nessane was a saint rather than a vain old man, having married her to cover up some impropriety that left Marie unmarried and pregnant. Despite her being a scared little girl, The old man fussed over his rose garden more than he ever had time for his second wife, only ever coming to her in order to sate his lusts.

Some years ago, when their daughter was still too young to remember, a sudden sickness came over old Lord Nessane. While he was bedridden and recuperating, his drunkard of a son happened to be robbed and murdered on his way back from the tavern one night... which resulted in the old lord dying of grief some few days later. A tragedy, really. But this left Marie as her late husband's heir, and her sole daughter, Angeline, to inherit after her.

All of what once belonged to old Lord Nessane was now Marie's. Including his beloved garden.

Marie was carefully trimming back dying blossoms when the black-armoured royal guards came for her. She had to bite back a curse- she had always suspected that the king was too bright for his own good. She carefully set down her clippers and stood, showing her hands so they could see she was unarmed. "I am surrendering, there is no need for violence. All that I ask is that you not trample my roses."

The two guards exchanged glanced, taken aback. "King Roland awaits, my lady."

She removed her gloves and dropped them next to her clippers. This shouldn't take long- after all, what evidence would the king have of her part in the conspiracy? They had taken care to never put things in writing. "Very well. I assume you have a carriage waiting for me?"

The guard shook his great head, while the other grew a lewd grin. "No, my lady," the first one replied, "He is within your manor, speaking with your daughter."

That did cause Marie to frown with puzzlement. Why would the king come here, personally? "Lead on, then, if you please."

And so they did. Outside her manor, in the long drive before the main doors, there were the massive warhorses that the Veronomigan Guard used- the only beasts capable of bearing the massive giants, truth be told. Beside that was one of the royal carriages, and within, was that... Desiree and Adeline? A sinking feeling, deep within Marie's gut, began to grow stronger.

The guards lead her inside the manor, but passed by all the guest areas and began to lead up to the second floor. Further puzzled, Marie inquired, "Where does it please his grace to speak with me? My study?"

"No, my lady, he wishes to speak with you in the master bedroom."

The master bedroom? Suddenly it occurred to Marie what must be happening to her daughter, and she lunged up the stairs, taking the guards by surprise. She was already up to the first landing by the time they shouted after her, and she raced to the bedroom, grateful for her practical, flat-soled gardening shoes. Had she been dressed as a proper lady should, the heels would have prevented this dash to protect her daughter. There were more guards outside the master bedroom, but they did not bar Marie's way, one even opening the door for her, even though she ended up shoving through before he could get it fully open.

Marie shouted in wordless anger at what she beheld when she ran into the bedroom. The king reclined on Marie’s bed, naked, and seemingly unconcerned with Marie's intrusion. Meanwhile, her daughter, with the same dark red hair and graceful stature as her mother, only painted with more freckles and with smaller breasts, was similarly naked and kneeling over the king... who seemed to enjoy himself as Angeline’ head bobbed over the royal cock.

The door slammed shut behind Marie, leaving the three of them alone. “Your… what… Angeline! Come away from there!” Marie stammered out.

Angeline bolted upright, staring at her mother in horror, blushing furiously. She then ran away from the bedside, to wrap her arms around her mother and bury her head in the older woman’s shoulder.

“I’m sorry, mother…” the young girl sobbed, “I know I’m supposed to be kept pure, but he told me you were a traitor, and I had to show my loyalty to the throne….”

“Shh, sweetling, hush…” Marie said as she comforted the girl. She glared daggers at the king. “I know you have business with me, your grace, but leave my daughter out of this. She had no part in it, and deserves none of your… ill treatment.”

King Roland rose out of bed smoothly. “So you say,” he replied, stretching luxuriously, “And perhaps, if I was a good man, I would agree with you. But a good man and a good king are two very different things.”

“You’re a monster, that’s what you are,” growled Marie.

“That’s the second time today a traitor has told me that,” said the king thoughtfully. “You sought to take away the power that is my birthright and reduce me to a puppet on the throne, and called that 'right'? 'Just'? Then, I shall take away everything you hold dear and reduce you to my toy, a plaything that I control, and call that justice.”

Suddenly the king’s hand shot out and seized the bodice hem of Marie’s dress, and easily tore the fabric away from her skin, revealing her bountiful chest. He then reached out and seized a fistful of her long luxurious hair in hand, and pulled Marie down to her knees. She had no choice but to obey.

Angeline squeaked in surprise as the King grabbed her hair, similarly, but now to bring her down, but rather to fling the lithe young girl back towards the bed.

Marie could but laugh, despite being at eye level with the king's massive member. “You speak of justice and then decide to rape me?” she taunted, “You are an inconstant king, your grace.”

“Believe it or no, Lady Nessane,” the king replied as he reached down to pump his fist over the royal cock, “I’ve never forced myself on anyone who didn’t long for it, although I've never stopped myself from convincing women to long for it, of course. And I can tell that you don’t believe me. At least, not yet.”

Marie did not struggle as the king pleasured himself, with the royal cock’s swollen head pointed at her face. She could deal with being dirtied with king’s cum- had she not, after all, expected far worse from him. She was more than a little disappointed at seeing past the king to where Angeline had lifted one leg onto the bed, lowering herself gingerly onto the delicately carved footboard and surreptitiously began rubbing her sex against it while she watched the king masturbate. Marie would have to have words with Angeline later- clearly the king taking advantage of her had done something to corrupt her daughter with his own lewd nature.

Suddenly, the king grunted softly, and the royal seed shot forth to splash on Marie’s face and hair. Marie was prepared for that- while she had never been treated so, she had heard when she was younger, with friends giggling in corners as they shared naughty secrets, that some men like to decorate their women with thier semen. Was took her entirely by surprise was the enormous orgasm that tore through. Her knees went weak and she fell, the king releasing her hair, and her hands scrabbled at the carpet floor as she moaned. She was entirely helpless to the sensation, the knowledge that she was cumming so hard in front of her own daughter lost with all other conscious thought.

When she came back to reality, Marie gasped in horror. What had she been thinking? She had actually tried to manipulate and control the king! The man who was her ruler by birthright! She was lucky the king hadn’t set her to swing on the gallows by now. She felt tears well up in her eyes. Whatever possessed King Roland to have mercy on her, to give her the gift of his cum instead of punishing her for her misdeeds, she could not say, but she owed this man her obedience, her life, her everything.

Suddenly, Marie knew what she had to do.

She rose hastily, shrugging off the tatters of her gown, and approached to where her daughter had come back to her own feet. Marie had one chance to try and make it up to the king for her rebellion. “It’s time to go lie down, Angeline,” she said quietly, gently taking her daught by the hands.

“But… but mother…” Angeline stammered quietly.

“Hush, sweetling,” Marie said as she lead the girl around to the side of the bed. Ever so gently she lowered her daughter to the bed, before turning to look back to the king.

“Please, my liege,” Marie said, reaching one hand between her daughter’s legs to pull open the girl’s pussy. “I can never thank you for your mercy and kindness. To being making up for my betrayal, please, I beg of you, take my most precious possession and make her yours.”

The king could only laugh at this turn of events. “With pleasure, Lady Nessane,” he replied as he stalked towards the bed.

Marie gazed lovingly down at Angeline as the king clambered into bed. The girl was confused, but aroused, blushing deeply. She stroked her daughter’s ruby locks, and whispered, “This is for the best, sweetling. It will only hurt for a moment, then you can enjoy serving our king and master.”

Angeline nodded bravely, as the king climbed up onto the mattress and pulled her legs apart, then she shut her eyes in a mix of pain and pleasure as Marie felt the royal cock slip between her fingers and into her daughter. She let her hand linger there awhile, feeling the slide of the royal cock in and out as Wesley claimed her daughter's virginity, exulting in the pleasure evident on her Master's face as he used Marie's daughter for his pleasure. It was perhaps not as good as the king fucking Marie himself, but she still felt, by submitting Angeline for his use, she was still providing for her Master's pleasure.

Angeline gripped the sheets in ecstasy as the king took her, writhing at the feeling of being fucked for the first time. Marie could only dimly recall what coupling with her late husband was like, but it didn't seem to be remotely close to the very evident sensual pleasure Angeline seemed to be taking from the royal cock. While the girl panted and moaned under his assault, the king looked into Marie's eyes, and ordered, “Look at your daughter, Lady Marie, don’t you think you experience could be heightened if you helped her?” Marie looked back to her daughter, who was flushed red with excitement, writhing on her own, and could only nod. She had to please her King and Master, after all.

Adjusting her position on the bed slightly, Marie bent towards her daughter's chest, reached out her tongue to swirl around her daughter’s nipple, which made Angeline buck all the harder in bed. Marie’s hand moved, her fingers seeking out her daughter’s clit- a place Marie herself only knew from youthful experimentation after her marriage left her unfulfilled- and began stroking it lightly as the king thrust inside. “Mother, what are you…” was all Angeline managed before moaning loudly as her climax overcame her.

Without any mercy, Marie kept playing with the girl’s clitoris, in awe of how beautiful her daughter looked when she came. Her King was claiming her daughter, and soon they would both belong to him, and somehow, that just seemed right.

Marie returned to lapping at her daughter’s nipple just as the king’s pumping began to increase in intensity. Suddenly, he convulsed, burying himself in the young girl down to the hilt, and Marie imagined what it must be like for her daughter to be filled with the royal seed, to feel that warm rush of cum. A short stab of jealousy caused her to bit down on her daughter’s nipple, which seemed to only make the girl orgasm all the harder.

When Angeline opened her eyes, it was to regard His Grace with eyes full of adoration. The king chuckled deeply, and Marie kissed her daughter’s cheek softly, her own emotions a turmoil of arousal, gratitude, pride and love for her daughter. Never had she felt more complete.

“Come then, both of you,” King Roland said as he stood, “There is much work to be done before you have redeemed yourselves. This is but a start.”

[NoMoshing]

Gabrielle I

Prioress Gabrielle stalked the halls of River-of-the-Lilies Cathedral like a leopard out for prey. The news from her eyes and ears had been dire- Houses Amrien, Nessane and Oculi, all visited in turn by the king and the savages he called his royal guard. Although her spies confirmed that only Lord Oculi had been arrested and charged, all three have had their personal guards suddenly “volunteer for the Royal Army”. Amrien's moronic trophy wife, Lady Nessane and her sheltered little brat were hauled off somewhere- likely the castle so the king could keep them as hostages.

The nun was still in the fullness of youth and beautiful to look at, with raven-dark hair and matching eyes, contrasting against her pale skin, and a shapely figure that her habit was not quite able to hide from the hungering eyes of the capital's priests. Though she had kept true to her vows of chastity, Gabrielle was formerly a base orphan, raised on the streets, and thus knew well how easily the wicked hearts of men could be lead by a pretty face and a shapely body.

Rank and authority among the sisters was determined by age and piety, but with a seemingly native talent for politics and deceit, and the favour of the priests and bishops who did not quite dare to try and tempt her from God, Gabrielle ruled over spinsters and retired ladies alike in spite of her youth. Having grown up within the intrigue of the church, she knew it very well indeed, and until now had navigated it without fault or foul.

As Gabrielle moved through the halls, her face a thunderhead of barely-restrained fury, novices quailed from her, scattering out of her way. When she arrived at the door to cell, she clawed aggressively at the handle and then slammed it shut behind her. It had to have been that perfidious witch. The king had access to her at all times, and Gabrielle herself had warned their little conspiracy against trusting that pagan whore! And now, everything was falling apart like a paper parasol in the rain.

She reached into the armoire that all nuns were allowed to hod her spare clothing and what little grooming supplies they required, and tugged free the leather satchel that was hidden behind the layers of black fabric. She had packed the bag as a precaution, not truly believing that one day she would come to need it, but it contain civilian clothes- a simple homespun dress- some money, and handful of other things that Gabrielle would need to make good her escape. She was too important, and had too much authority for anyone within the cathedral to stop her, all she had to do was make her was to the edge of the grounds, where the ancient, crumbling wall sat low in the earth, change her clothes, and then....

She was startled out of her plans by a hammering upon her door. “Prioress Gabrielle!” came the muffled voice of her supposed superior, Bishop Mathys, “Open this door! King Roland is here, and he demands to see you this instant!”

Garbielle took a moment to compose herself, before returning her satchel to it's hiding place and silently closing the armoire. Things were beginning to look grim, but perhaps there could be some other way out of this. She answered the door, a sweet smile prepared for the fat old bishop, but when she saw the black-armoured giants accompanying him, her look immediately soured.

“What are these pagan brutes doing, standing on holy ground!” she demanded, accusing, “Is it the habit of the church to give in to the demands of a mortal king who surrounds himself with witches and brutes? You know where this path leads, Mathys, if we begin bowing before secular authority, it weakens the church as a whole.”

The Bishop nodded, then turned to one of the royal guards. “Pardon me, sir, but perhaps I could be more convincing if we spoke in private?”

The royal guard seemed to think a moment, then nodded. “That can be allowed. You have five minutes.”

Bishop Mathys pushed himself into Gabrielle's cell, closing the door behind him. At this proximity, Gabrielle couldn't help but wrinkled her nose at the wine on his breath, and the stink of his sweat.

“You've been a thorn in my side for far too long, Gabrielle,” he hissed at her, keeping his voice low, “And how funny, how damned hilarious it is to see you fall on the authority of the church now, when you've been subverting my authority for years! But perhaps, you're right, perhaps it would be best for the church as a whole if we were seen to protect our own. But I would need some... proof of your renewed piety and devotion, if that were to be the case.”

The bishop reached for the belt on his elaborate holy robes and began to undo it, and Gabrielle shook her head. How painfully predictable. She reached out, and slapped the bishop, hard, across the face. “I may be caught, but I still have some pride,” she spat, “You take that sad cock of yours out, and I'll happily bite it off. Perhaps you could attend your holy duties better without it to distract you.”

Mathys returned her sour look, then simply opened the door to the cell. “Forgive me, good sirs, but I could not convince her. She is yours to remove as you see fit.”

The guards moved with an alacrity that belied their massive size, and she was dragged bodily out of her cell, in front of the Bishop and a crowd of her fellow sisters. Rather than fight and scream, embarrassing herself in front of her former peers, Gabrielle instead chose to go limp. She was already forming a plan in her mind, and she would be no easy prey for this arrogant, petty king. He had never experienced the full wrath of the church, and when word reached the Papess it would come down on him with a vengeance. Then Gabrielle would seek out that perfidious little whore of a witch and make her pay, dearly.

Bishop Mathys could not resists giving her a parting shot. “No doubt by your countenance you already know the measure of the charges laid against you,” he said, “The king’s carriage is without. In the next few days I’ll examine the evidence laid against you, but I am a firm believer that secular charges should be dealt with by secular law. Perhaps God will see fit to show you a better way while in King Roland's tender care.”

“Shut your mouth, you fat old whoremonger,” she swore, “God and the Papess will see justice done, and your time will come. Mark my words.”

The bishop’s face darkened. “Perhaps you do not understand,” he told her sternly, “Among your vows to God was one to stay away from the petty realm of secular politics. If you are found guilty, the church will have to side with King Roland against you. And I, for one, do not see the need to trouble Her Holiness the Papess with news of what has transpired here... surely even you wouldn't have manipulated some poor soul into aiding your ambitions by sending a letter on your behalf?”

Gabrielle was fit to spit. “Cross me if you dare, old man,” replied the nun, “But I will be back within days, you just see.”

The royal guards hauled her off, the heels of her shoes clicking on the stones of the cathedral's floor. They dragged her out the front gates, and Gabrielle could only thank God that they had come for her in the dead of night, where the only ones to see her shamed were other sisters. The proud nun didn't know if she could take being hauled off in front of the common folk.

When they reached the royal carriage, a guard was already there to hold the door open for her while her escorts unceremoniously tossed her in like she was a sack of beans. Gabrielle quickly scrambled to her knees, but when she took in the contents of the carriage she was startled.

Lady Desiree and Lady Angeline sat on either of the king, with his arm around either as they looked upon with obvious adoration. The king himself was looking upon Gabrielle with a satisfied smirk, while a brown-haired maid knelt between his knees, pleasuring him with her mouth like a common slut. Gabrielle felts hands fall upon her shoulders, and looked back to see Lady Marie with a sorrowful expression, and with her....

“YOU!” Gabrielle shrieked at the witch Adeline, “I should known better than to trust you, you heathen bitch!” But the witch and Lady Marie together proved more than sufficient to pull the outraged nun back in her seat and hold her in place despite her struggles.

“You don’t understand,” Marie said sadly, shaking her head at Gabrielle in pity. “We all agreed his grace’s lust would be his undoing, but he took all the rope we fed him and used it to capture us all within an eve. He seduced Adeline into making his sex drive into a tool of control, and one by one we all were defeated. It didn’t even take that much to ensnare Lord Oculi- once his grandson had heard of his lord’s betrayal he was eager to help the king deliver him to justice.” Marie looked at King Roland with adoration in her face and voice. “He has bested us all. He is the king. Soon you will see.”

Gabrielle scowled at the obvious ensorcelled Lady Marie. “The church will still punish him for detaining me,” she spat, “Doubly so if I show signs of rape or torture. He’ll not get away with this, fool, and if you help me you can save yourself, Lady Nessane.”

The witch Adeline chuckled darkly. “He has all the evidence he needs, for when the head priest comes to survey the evidence laid against you, he’ll have your full confession, and you’ll bear no signs of torture.”

“If you think I’ll simply sign anything you put before me you-“ she started as the king grunted and tensed, and the maid between his legs moaned lewdly with climax. The witch as well, moaned out a response, smiling lustily at her king. Gabrielle eyed the situation with distaste. Doing such things in front of a sister, never mind the virgin girl, widow and the married lady....

“Katarin, if you please...” King Roland ordered vaguely, and the girl picked herself off the floor of the carriage. That’s when Adeline reached over to take the nun by the shoulders and pin her down, while Marie seized her by the head and chin, attempting to wrench Gabrielle's mouth open. Gabrielle began to panic. “What… what is the meaning of this!?” she demanded.

“You’ll see,” was Lady Marie’s reply as the maid leaned over the nun. Gabrielle was expected some kind of torture or foul sorcery, and was shocked when all the maid did was kiss her on the lips. She was too surprised to resist when the maid's tongue pushed the wad of semen into Gabrielle’s mouth.

The unnatural orgasm that follow shook Gabrielle down to her very soul.

[Kargan3033]

Nicely done, sort of reminds me of Ker's game Harem but yet this fine story stands on it's own merits, looking forward to seeing what comes next.