Author's note: This is the fifth and final chapter in a medieval-set story with a strong impregnation/breeding fetish focus. This is also my first ever erotic story, so any feedback would be much appreciated.
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King Torren fidgeted impatiently on the throne. Ruling over his kingdom of Nordheim was a truly tiresome business. Listening to your advisors; discussing budgets and taxes, conflicts and diplomacy, pageants and feasts.
It had been six months since he had seized the throne, and up until now his reign of terror had gone smoothly. But his adviser was now the bearer of bad news.
"Your majesty, our scouts have seen Karnon soldiers crossing the border into our lands. They have declared war and are marching straight for here."
"How many men?" asked Torren.
"We estimate around 10,000."
This was at least 2,000 more than Torren's army. The king's rage boiled. How dare these subhuman black men invade his kingdom and try to take his throne.
"What shall we do, your majesty?" asked the adviser.
"I can't think straight. Send in my wife."
After a couple of minutes the doors to the throne room opened and Queen Lorena stepped in. She was dressed in opulent robes with her golden blonde hair braided back. Her clothes were deliberately tight fitting, on Torren's orders, to accentuate her slightly enlarged breasts and small baby bump that had formed ever since he had seeded her three months ago.
"Get over here, wife!" barked Torren.
Lorena did as she was told, moving next to Torren on the throne.
"I think better when a woman is sucking my dick. Take out my cock and put it in your mouth."
He was asking her to fellate him right in front of the nobles and advisers of the court. She should have been shocked and ashamed by such a request, but this was not the first time he had asked her to perform lewd acts on him in front of everybody.
As the king continued to talk strategy with his advisers, Lorena bent down and opened up Torren's breaches, allowing his hard cock to spring up outwards at full attention.
After wrapping her small, soft hand around the shaft, she started pumping his throbbing organ - the very same one that had spurted a new life inside of her not so long ago.
Torren impatiently grabbed Lorena's head and pushed her down. She opened her lips just in time before her mouth was impaled on his large, sweaty cock. Her eyes watered and cheeks bulged as her mouth was completely stuffed by his prick.
Torren resumed talking to his advisers as he pushed Lorena's head up and down on his dick, revelling in the sensation of having his pregnant wife's soft lips slide and suck up and down his cock.
"This King Abilo. He thinks he can come to our lands and take what is mine..."
"Omph, umph, oomph," sounds came from Lorena as she was face-fucked.
"I will show him what a true king is. I will take our forces and face him in the field. I will slaughter his army..."
Gasps and grunts continued from Lorena as she struggled for air, her lips completely stretched by the cock rammed down her throat.
"And then after that, I will invade Karnon and take his kingdom."
Lorena choked and gagged as saliva leaked from her cock-stuffed mouth down on to the throne. Torren's hands grabbed her head tighter, as his pace quickened. His cock began to swell and swell and Lorena knew from familiarity that he was close to release.
"But your majesty, is it wise to leave our defences here and meet them out in the field..." asked the adviser.
"SILENCE," roared the king as his climax seized. Spasm after spasm as his cock cummed inside Lorena's beautiful mouth as she felt gallons of his hot, creamy seed coat her tongue and trickle down her throat. With Torren's hands held firmly on her head, she struggled to swallow it all, nearly passing out with the effort of drinking in all of his spunk.
Finally the king eased up, letting go of her head so that Lorena could collapse to the floor, choking and gasping as the remnants of his cum drooled from her mouth down on to the throne.
The king looked coldly on at his advisers. "We march at dawn."
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Torren's army moved forward with purpose into Flenhorn Forest. For the king, the ancient woodland was his spiritual home. He had been conceived and raised there by his witch mother. The dense, dark woodland had moulded him into the malevolent figure he was today.
It was the scene of his first triumph, where he had slain Nordheim's royal army led by the Princess Stefanie. Now, in the enchanted undergrowth, it would host his final victory over the invading Karnon soldiers, a victory that would cement his legacy as ruler of Nordheim and the bastard generations that he would sire going forwards.
He smirked as his army advanced into the forest. He knew that Abilo's men did not realise that Torren drew his strength from the trees around him. They wouldn't stand a chance.
But as Torren enjoyed his thoughts of victory, his nostrils suddenly flared. Something wasn't right. He could smell smoke in the air, getting thicker and thicker.
And it was getting hotter as well the further into the woods they marched. It wasn't until they reached the clearing that he realised what was going on. The forest was on fire, a deep orange inferno that was incinerating all around him.
The trees creaked and groaned in agony as the fire engulfed them, turning bark to ash. Torren didn't understand. The forest had never caught fire before.
Chaos broke out among his men, as they darted for safety from the flames. Torren found himself alone, surrounded by fire on all sides. In the distance he could make out the silhouette of a woman on horseback, smiling at him. She was far away but Torren knew instantly who it was. The princess who he had impregnated and imprisoned, only for her to escape his clutches. It was Stefanie. And her revenge was a dish being served very hot.
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The former queen Cathelyn was also combating a fire, but it was one deep inside her. A molten hot orgasm that had been building out from her pussy before seizing her entire body. The cock buried deep inside of her was consuming her, pushing her over the edge.
Down in the dungeons, her naked body was bent forward over a wooden beam with her head and hands held in stocks. A prison guard was pistoning back and forth behind her, savouring the tight wetness of her delicious cunt as he felt his cock push deep inside her again and again.
Cathelyn groaned in pleasure as the guard lent forward and grabbed her swollen tits, before putting his hands around her massive stretched stomach, filled with the bastard king's baby six months ago. Despite how many times he had ploughed Cathelyn's cunt, him and the other guards could never get use to the fact it was the former queen they were fucking. The most powerful woman in the land now no more than a cum depositary for these brutish men and their basic needs.
He continued to hammer Cathelyn from behind, hitting her g-spot with each thrust, until her eyes glazed over and she let out a howl of joy as a huge orgasm took hold of her. Ever since being fucked by Torren she had become addicted to having different men's cocks inside of her, loving the feeling of cumming around a stranger's dick.
Her pussy clamping on his prick sent the guard over the edge. He growled in appreciation as his dick swelled and began to spurt load after load of jizz deep inside the queen. After a few more thrusts the guard was finally spent, pulling his cock out of her with a soft plop sound which left his spunk to seep out of her freshly fucked cunt and trickle down her bare legs.
"My turn," came the voice of another guard, as he stepped forward and undid his breaches, exposing his rock hard cock right in front of Cathelyn.
"Please, my pussy is sore," she croaked, still recovering from the orgasm the other guard had given her.
"Fine," barked the guard, "I'll fuck your other hole."
He moved behind the former Queen and spat into his hand, before spreading her cheeks and pressing the gob of saliva up against her arsehole.
"No, not there!" Cathelyn cried. She had been routinely defiled by these brutes in her mouth and pussy, but no-one had touched her there. You were not meant to touch a woman there. The former queen had heard that men of a certain persuasion were known to fuck each other's arseholes, but in her mind that was a sinful thing to do.
Now she was about to experience the same sin as the guard lined up his prick with her anal entrance. He pushed forward, savouring the resistance her virgin arsehole was giving his dick.
Cathleyn screamed out in pain as she felt his battering ram of a cock push harder and harder, stretching her arsehole more and more. Finally he managed to fit the head of his dick inside her, before piling in further.
The pain was extraordinary for Cathelyn as he tore into her. It felt like her entire arsehole was on fire as inch by inch he slowly but surely buried his cock inside her rectum.
The guard grunted in delight at how tight this hole felt, like a young virgin's cunt. He knew it was not natural to fuck a woman here, but the way her arsehole gripped his cock felt incredible.
After finally reaching the hilt, he began to slowly saw back and forth inside the former queen's bum. She wailed in agony as he fucked her arsehole, thrusting into her again and again.
"Not so high and mighty now, are you," he growled as he continued to pile into her, "what kind of queen lets herself get fucked in the arse."
