Henry I

Lothar had sent for the Princesses in the dungeon, requesting that they be washed, shaved, and prepared for their first meeting with me. He had gone down to the dungeon himself, bringing news of only one rejection to my proposal; although, he was sure that the rejector could be easily won over.

I did not want the women in my own chambers, feeling deeply uncomfortable with the notion of them spreading their legs on my bed; instead, I had a spare bedroom prepared for their arrival.

I was seated on the bed, slipping into unconsciousness from sheer boredom, completely disinterested. Lothar bursts into the room, two blonde women entering with him, both naked from the waist down; one with a metal ring around her neck, a long metal chain fed through a loop, her hands in cuffs, the other restraint-free. I heard the guards step in front of the doorway after the door was closed, Lothar smiled preciously.

"My King, the Princesses. Annora," He said, holding his arm out to the left, she dipped her head with a curtsey, "And, Gregoria." The chain jangled, Gregoria spat in my direction, he rolled his eyes, tugging on the restraint to make her fall to her knees.

"Both are eager to hear more of your proposal." He said, attaching Gregoria's chain to the bed post. She kept her head low, staring at the bed sheets, hands trying to break free.

"It is a great pleasure to have you Annora, and you Gregoria before me. The beautiful daughters of a once successful King, and the willing sisters of my concubine. I come to you with a great proposal, one that will see your lives spared. Should you decline, you will be met with the same fate as your father. Your pretty little heads will sit next to his, do you understand?"

Annora responded positively, obediently. Gregoria did not respond at all.

"I will allow you to live out your lives in peace at the monastery, if you consent to producing my heirs." I folded my arms, the room fell silent. Gregoria looked up at me with contempt, as if the cogs turning in her brain were helping to formulate my demise; she could try, but her father no longer had any allies left alive. She would be all alone in her contempt.

"I speak for both my sister and I. It would be an honour, my King, to carry the heirs to your throne. We are ready to serve you whenever it suits you." Annora said eagerly.

"I do not have time to waste. I suggest that you calm your sister down, it will aid the process in going faster."

Lothar was on his knees waiting for me as I stood, mouth open, hungry to serve me; his fingers were fast, licking his lips, he tugged on my under garments. I stroked his head, guiding his mouth to suckle on me. My mouth hung open, eyes closed as Lothar worked his magic. His ran his tongue along the shaft, rubbing gently with his hand, sucking my balls into his mouth, paying care to each one. He knew exactly what I liked, what would get me to melt into a puddle beneath him; I was wrapped around his little finger, and he wrapped around mine. There was nothing that I loved more than him on his knees, my cock in his mouth, staring up at me with eyes full of loyalty. He took it from his mouth, jerking his hand slowly with a chuckle.

I looked over at Gregoria, who had lost the menacing look on her face, swapping it to one of delighted confusion. Annora had positioned herself behind her, face buried deep inside her; they must have learnt their techniques from someone.

Lothar was looking up at me, his hand still jerking, waiting for me to address him. I looked down, stroking his cheek, he sucked on my thumb. "Are you ready Sire?" He said, tapping the head of my cock against his lips. I nodded, he helped me up. Annora clambered on top of the bed, positioning herself in front of her sister, squeezing her cheeks, forcing her tongue into her mouth - they moaned in unison, I circled my head around her pussy, she was ready for me, relaxed. I gripped her hips, slowly sliding in, she moaned loudly into Annora's mouth; I closed my eyes, Lothar's warm hand resting on my ass, guiding, reminding me that he was there. I moved quickly, in and out, in and out, her sister stifling her moans.

I was close, thankfully, Lothar had kneeled underneath us, my balls in his mouth. I screwed my eyes shut, thrusting harder, harder, her chains clattering loudly until - I released, holding myself inside her as deep as I could go. Pulling out, my cum dripped onto Lothar's face, he scraped it into his mouth, swallowing it obediently; he licked the drips from his sister's cunt, before cleaning me off. Annora looked at me with wide eyes, lying back with her legs wide - my cock throbbed, a wave of tiredness had washed over me, yet I had work to do. Crawling onto the bed, she leaned up to kiss me - I flipped her over, parting her legs, her hand sneaking underneath her to rub her clit. She was glistening, just as ready as her sister had been, inviting me in.

Hips moving slowly at first, she was tighter than her sister; not as tight as her brother, of course. She had buried her face into the bed, my fingers digging into her shoulder to force myself deeper inside her. Lothar's hand guided me once again, my cock throbbing already as his sister moaned underneath me. I could feel it bubbling within me again, the urge to release, that primal feeling one gets when mating with a woman. Grunting loudly, I came, filling her belly, her squeals louder than her sisters. Lothar's mouth was ready to clean the cum from my cock again, dutifully swallowing any excess from his writhing sister.

He unchained Gregoria from the bed post, pushing her onto the bed, following after me into the hallway. I motioned for the maidens to go inside and care for the princesses, dismissing the guards. I went to make my way to my room to lie down, exhausted, but he grabbed my wrist, pulling me back. I held him close to me, our mouths close. "Do I not get any of your seed, Sire?" He pouted. I smiled, sucking on his bottom lip.

"It's so sensitive. If you were to touch it I think I would - " I groaned as he cupped my cock, biting my lip, closing my eyes, "Think I would just explode." I whispered, he chuckled. He leant against the wall, pulling up his tunic, his little cock dangling between his legs. He was hard, running his hand along it, shaking his ass at me. How could I rest his milky, soft ass, his tight, rosy hole. I rested my cock against his crack, arm across his chest, pinning him against me. "Were you jealous?"

He nodded.

"Were you jealous that your King had your sisters bent over, bellies full of my cum?" I whispered in his ear, sucking on the lobe. He nodded again.

"Would you like me to breed you, just like Annora and Gregoria?"

"Yes Sire."

I kissed his neck, he whimpered, my cock rubbing against him. His hole was relaxed, just waiting for me to enter. He mewled, his leg shaking, my hands resting on his hips to guide him down onto me; I groaned, smiling, closing my eyes, thrusting forwards.

I reached down to cup his cock, squeezing it, earning a loud squeal from Lothar. I was already incredibly close, feeling so sensitive that I could barely feel my legs. The pressure was building in my stomach, Lothar's passionate squeals growing louder, his hand resting on top of mine, fingers digging into my skin. I leant down to kiss his neck, nibbling on his skin, desperate to leave my mark on him so that the whole castle knew whom he belonged to.

I thrust forwards one more time, moaning loudly, smushing Lothar's body into the wall, holding him there as I filled him. I licked his pre-cum from my hand, keeping his legs spread, dropping down to examine him. Pink, wet, I couldn't help but run my tongue against his hole, licking every square inch, swallowing greedily.

"Better?" I cooed, looking up at him.

"Yes Sire." He nodded, brushing his hair from his face.