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"MY QUEEN!" Taven burst out, standing back to back, my four inch pawn of the Queensguard. "TAKE A KNIGHT AND PUSH!" He pushed off my back with his battle axe in the air as it cut a man clean in half. I wanted his hands on me, that strength thrusting those fat digits inside. I grit my teeth and parried a young man's attempt to main me, the fear on his face, erased with a slash at his neck.
A knight rode up on a horse with plated armor, scooping me up atop the saddle, landing the edge right into my crotch. I leaned forward and breathed out heated into the knight's ear. He rode forward while I searched for something to hold, settling on his crotch under the saddle. He was also hard as a rock, even with the saddle and armor all trying to prevent his blood flowing there.
"What is your name?" I asked, feeling his cock against the open space at my wrist.
"Belos LaRoche, my Queen!" He called into the air. Arrows sang out as we rode into the swell of soldiers, leading a tide of blood that brought us back from the brink. When we encountered an enemy knight, I knew it was not my place to burden Belos any longer. He had to face off against the enemy, but I would support his actions in any way I could while killing the pawns of the enemy.
The commander was right behind my rush forward, calling out strategies to let Belos face off against the other knight in the chaos. The tide of the battle was turning in our favor, but hinged on Belos to remove the final obstacle. I glanced as they fought, being protected by the guardsmen that I watched once unburden themselves in the baths.
The two plated horses killed men by simply existing in the middle of the battle, trampling soldiers of both sides as they faced off. There was no equal to the knights, making their presence known while proving unpredictable on the battlefield. I was certain Belos could handle it himself, but at the memory of that cock against my wrist, I needed him alive. I motioned with a hand above for the tower to lay down fire, erasing the other knight when they could make that move.
"FOR QUEEN MAUDE!" Belos roared out, charging into the fight with newfound excitement. I bet he was dripping with excitement, and knew he would fuck like mad after the fight. I wanted him to fuck me, but it would take some doing. The knights were proud creatures, unlike the devoted Queensguard. I pushed with the Queensguard to decimate the remaining forces while cornering their leader and running a sword from his asshole to his throat.
The stench of battle and the flood in my undergarments was too much to take. I needed someone to fuck, and I needed them now. I considered using the dead king's face to get myself off, but Taven was already there. I wanted the commander involved, given his size and girth. I wanted them all, all the Queensguard and the soldiers to all fuck me one by one, to celebrate our victory. Farren wasn't here to stop me.
"Queensguard, on me!" I called out, as they gathered around me. "I need your vow! I require every last one of you, this instant! Vow to me, and swear to secrecy, at pain of death! Your Queen demands it!" I held a fist up high above and struck my chest once. That was to be the vow, at pain of death, to satisfy their Queen. I watched as all of my Queensguard held their fists into the air, and struck their chests in unison.
I smiled, then closed my eyes.
"Devour me, fuck me, bathe me in your seed, ravage me, here and now!" I wondered if they would let themselves go, and found Taven undoing my armor, as my hands helped tear all my clothes off me until I was fully naked on the battlefield, with the enemy king slain underneath my feet. They all looked on, getting naked themselves with a loud clatter of armor, all the while I spread my pussy to piss over the dead king's face.
The first hands on me was the commander of the Queensguard, Rayar, holding both of my wrists from behind, laying his fat cock on my back with his nut-sack in the crack of my ass. I had but a moment to witness this, as Taven plunged his cock in my mouth from the other side, and promptly came in my mouth. He still held onto my hair roughly, so I started chewing on his deflating cock, feeling it plump up again and thrust over my tongue in his own seed within my mouth.
A few other hands played with my body, my breasts, my armpits, and sides, and my stomach. I felt tongues running wild over my nipples, and cocks prodding against the skin of my sides, and in my armpits. A few tongues danced between my toes, in the mud and blood of the battlefield without my boots on. There was so much to focus on, which kept me wet, but there was NOBODY FUCKING ME! Did I have to beg for it?
The next time Taven came in my mouth, essentially keeping it to himself, I pulled off his ever-inflating cock to command attention to my pussy. I took a breath, but another cock found its way inside, larger, setting my jaw apart and choking my throat. I knew this shape, and looked up as best I could to find my King smiling menacingly down at me while fucking my throat.
"Hey, Maude, I'm BACK!" He exclaimed, stuffing his royal seed into my throat before he pulled out, erect and at the ready, but bent a Queensguard over instead and stuffed himself into their ass. At the same exact time, I felt the commander's fat cock tease my own asshole, and felt the pain as he stuck his thumb inside first, sliding it around in the hole before he traded places with his cock. I screamed out, and had a chance to finally call out for attention to my salivating pussy.
"SOMEBODY FUCK ME ALREADY, OR ALL OF YOU DIE!" The sound rang out on the battlefield, ceasing other sounds except for the King's ass domination of one nameless Queensguard pawn. He could very well promote that one pawn to a position on the tower so he could fuck him again and again, but maybe he was just lusting profusely after a long time away rather than favor an ass to my pussy.
Rayar did not stop what he was doing to fuck my pussy, and I would have his head for it, but somebody's cock slipped inside me, taking away my anger. I gushed over the length, and felt I would come immediately if whoever it was would slowly start slipping himself out.
I had no idea who it was, but the cock felt so hot and perfect that I had to find out. I felt hand only my back, holding their person up while they played with my tits using their head, never stopping the thrusting inside me while everyone else continued the various licking and fucking they enjoyed the most, making best use of their Queen in this orgy of pawns.
I caught a glance off the side, beyond the chaos, to find Belos still sitting atop his horse, cock hard above the saddle. I was embarrassed that he saw me that way only for a few seconds, as an orgasm rang out from the deepest depths of my stomach and chest. I saw Belos stroking his cock and came from it, wriggling around while bathing whoever it was underneath me, fucking my pussy raw. Even the pain from Rayar in my asshole now felt like pleasure, multiplying the orgasm three-fold. I saw Belos blow his load in the backlight of the fight, a squirt of cum dancing through the air and landing in the bloody mud of war that felt so fucking hot.
I vanished from consciousness for a bit as the rest used me to their heart's content, but I was never left in the mud. Rayar held me up, legs spread apart for anyone else who wished to fuck me after most of them have. I snapped back a bit when my King approached to stick his cock inside, arriving home inside me, gushing for his less than solid cock pumping for a good twenty minutes before he came, resting his head against my chest. He seemed harder with the nameless Queensguard's ass, and I hoped he enjoyed himself there before this performance for the onlookers.
The next thing I remembered was waking up in my bed, sore all over. I smiled and thought back to them all fucking me out of the battlefield after we took down the opponents, and I tried to touch myself, but was still too raw. I would have to wait a bit before getting off again. I wanted to know who was that cock inside me, that hot angle otherwise impossible. It felt incredible. The only thing I could remember was that his cock was a bit crooked at the tip, like a scratching of a cock tip which played an important role.
As much as I wanted more of this sort of action, I felt things would change with the King having returned. I would have more time to myself again, while he worked on the requests of the peasants. I could go back to my previous project of playing with the servants in the kingdom and watching them fuck. It was my most favorite pastime. I just had to bring two hopeless oafs together, and complicate their lives to the same degree while exposing them to my fastidious nature. Eventually, they would be stuck in close quarters and fuck like bunnies by my creation.
I loved having the secret pathways all over the keep to watch them go at it, and often got off to those stories playing out, but this time I could have Taven eat me out instead. I was almost excited, but I found that painful for the time being. I thought back to the taste of Emerys's pussy, and wondered if I could do that again. If she was fucking now, she would be constantly horny, so I had hope of tasting the royal cunt, given I could not taste my own.
I sighed as my head swarmed with sexual things I could not satisfy with pain. I decided to try getting off with the gentlest touches to my clit, and it was working for a bit until someone stumbled into my bedroom with my pussy out into the open air, red and raw to whoever saw it.
"A salve perhaps?" Farren asked, walking to my side while my hips sank back to my bed. "This often helps the princess. She has confided in me that she has been pained from her loins due to the considerable size of whoever she is engaging." He held out a jar of grease with herbs, and I had no choice but to try it. Surprisingly, the tincture worked wonders and allowed me to slide my finger over my pussy lips again, feeling everything ten-fold. Farren's face was quizzical, and I knew he had no way of making me feel good, but felt he deserved thanks at the very least.
"Thank you, Farren," I said, running fingers over my pussy and clit, feeling my heart quicken at a thought of my daughter's pussy in my mouth again, and the crooked cock that fucked me in the orgy of bodies. "Now, leave."
"As you wish, my Queen," he said, bowed, and slunk off like the pathetic spineless coward that he was. A bit of me wished he would stay and watch me climax, but I doubted he'd even get hard from that. A mind was such a terrible thing to waste when you were simple. No, not even simple. The simple could fuck like bunnies. Farren was simply a eunuch. I still thought of him eating my pussy while rubbing off and came to the memory of Emerys making a squeal of orgasm with my lips against her pussy. I needed to revisit that before long.
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Princess Emerys sat by herself on the throne, yet again imagining herself as the Queen that she would never be in her home. I was there in the darkness, having just sent one royal to a blissful end with the tincture I had used with Emerys since she complained about the stretch marks her mother found out about. I had not heard the details about that encounter, but how would the Queen know this unless she was right up against that princess pussy?
When Emerys got bored, she hiked up her robe and started rubbing herself over the undergarments while I watched on. She was so exposed, but the audience chamber was closed to the public as it was evening already. I watched for a while longer, until she got close. I used her last few strokes to time my steps to her eyes being closed and was right in front of her when she came, eyes opening to notice me, but far too late to stop herself from the desire dripping into her cloth.
"OH FUCK!" She yelped out, her eyes rolling back while I extended a knee to press down on her fingers on the slick surface. I felt her throb while she gasped out a few times into the open air. I felt those sounds tighten my cock in my loincloth, but did not wish to make it known yet. When Princess Emerys could focus again, her fingers went into her mouth, sucking on what little moisture made it through the cloth covering her pussy.
"Did you enjoy yourself, Emerys?" I asked, rubbing my knee on the wet spot while holding eye contact.
"You can feel it wet, can't you?" She asked in return.
"Yes, it looks like you soiled yourself, my QUEEN," I said, making a joke of her sitting on the throne that the Queen occupied, but that was originally the King's to sit upon.
"And? What do you advise, oh, my wise Bishop?"
"I must simply insist you remove all your clothes this instant," I said, smiling wickedly. She could not appease this advice for the fear of shame if anyone would see her that way in the audience chamber. "Ah, but if you were to be fully naked, I would need to produce myself as offering to satisfy that desire never sated, that which tickles in the night, and throbs when heated, that which wets when prepared, and spreads when hungering."
Her look of anger at the suggestion of fucking her in the audience chamber hinging upon her being entirely naked was delightful to witness. I would have to relieve myself in the dinner soup thinking of that moment, only... I only wanted to feed my seed to Emerys alone. I bit my lips, and made sure she saw it. Something in her snapped, as if her pussy took over making decisions. I watched as she disrobed before me, and stood apart from all her clothes.
Her body was pristine, youthful at the precipice of womanhood, with breasts filled out with a beautiful sway to hips, and a skin unblemished by sweat. She was pasty, a white delight that was just pink where she needed to be, with those signature striking blue eyes. I felt myself throb beyond containment, and found my hands yanking my dick out before I realized what had happened.
"There he is," she said, almost endearingly, as if speaking to a pet of hers. It set my teeth on edge, but did not fade my erection one bit. I clenched my jaw and approached her naked form, in the gentle light from the lit corridor into the dark audience chamber. I grabbed her by the neck and considered forcing her down to stuff my dick into her mouth, but the drip down her leg enticed me to throw two fingers inside, with her uttering a slight moan from my attention. "You can do better than that, my faithful Bishop."
"Dangerous games you're playing, my QUEEN," I said, keeping up the ruse. I spun her around to land hands on the seat, throwing her ass out towards me. I held my hand over the soft flesh, and took hold of her skin once, then let go to slap her right butt cheek once. She gasped out at the pain and I watched as she dripped more from her pussy down the inside of her legs.
"Again," she said, and I delivered another slap to her ass, while thumbing her soaking wet hole in preparation for my cock. When I slapped her ass again, I slipped inside, also plugging the lubricated thumb into her asshole. "OH fucking hell, what's that?!"
"That's my thumb in your ass, my QUEEN," I said, plunging my dick further inside, then pulling on it slightly.
"You dare finger your Queen's butt-hole?"
"I advise you to give it a chance," I said, and started pulling my cock out. "Or I shall remove myself from within you entirely, your majesty." I kept slipping my dick out slowly as she contemplated the decision. When just the head of my cock was still inside her, she burst out in response.
"STOP!" She called out. "Put it back in!"
I slapped her ass and threw my cock back inside her with the thumb going in and out of her asshole, while I kept thrusting over and over against the flesh of her ass, sprinkling slaps on her ass along the way. I heard no qualms the rest of the way, but when I started getting close, I rested both hands on her hips to keep myself steady for the final deep thrusts.
"FINGER MY ASSHOLE THIS INSTANT!" She called out, and I stuck a thumb up her ass on the same thrust as the start of my final few. I felt her body shake out in orgasm, but she made no sound, so I pulled the anal cork to have her burst out in a squeal of pleasure that made her sound like a pig. I sped up in the moment and focused on my own pleasure while she throbbed out in orgasm over my cock, making the final thrust squelch wet as I deposited hot seed deep inside her.
She was out of breath after that moment, but I knew better than to linger when exposed. I pulled out, tapping my wet cock on her lower back while it deflated, leaving wet splotches of the creampie mixture that I wanted to lick off for a taste, but restrained myself. I tucked away and snuck off into the shadows of the room as she collapsed into her clothes, no doubt getting them spoiled with the production from between us.
I watched her resting her head against the throne and wondered if she would fall asleep this way. I looked back one more time, next to the light that illuminated her naked back, the curve of her ass, and left in a hurry. This was not her chambers, and I had to be away from this spot before someone noticed the event that just transpired in the audience chamber. On my way to the kitchens, I dropped a small hint to the head cook, a grandma by all accounts, that she must check on the audience chamber, but did not give her much detail.
I later heard that the princess was found naked in the audience chamber having soiled the throne in a fit of desire, but nothing was mentioned of another person being here. It had to be this way, but I wondered if the Queen would punish her for her act.
"Stupid girl," Queen Maude said the next day. I stood beside her as always. "I knew I should have done something before it got this way."
"Is everything alright, my Queen?" I asked.
"You've surely heard of Princess Emerys and what happened in the audience chamber," she said.
"Something about the princess soiling the throne?"
"Not soiling, stupid," she said. "The girl obviously fucked somebody on the throne. She was found naked and passed out, with her pussy filled with someone's seed. Her body was also covered in it, which makes me think it was on purpose, not against her will."
"That is quite lewd, your highness," I said, playing off embarrassment. "I apologize, I cannot stomach such matters."
"Yes, yes," she said. "You must have it so easy, not being slave to desire all the time. I take it you will offer no advice on what her punishment should be then?"
"The Princess's punishment?"
"Who else, you big oaf?!" The Queen sighed.
"Oh, apologies," I said, finding it very fun that my actions resulted in advising on a punishment for those actions. I could have Emerys strung up in the dungeon and visit her every night to fuck her to my heart's content. That was probably too heavy a punishment. It was ample revenge for Emerys who still maintained her bratty disposition. She needed to mature mentally, and what better way for her to do this than to embrace bathing more often. I smiled devilishly in my head, making a plan that would make it far more enjoyable to devour every inch of her body.
"Perhaps the Princess should be withheld from using perfumes for a few weeks," I suggested, much to the delight of Queen Maude.
