KING WILFRED'S CHAMBERS:
Thursday June 4th 6423
King Wilfred awoke to a sensation he had never felt before. Ruler of the Chaste Kingdom of Prudonia, this was a sensation he had certainly never felt before: the sensation of lips sliding on cock. And not just sliding, but also sucking and licking. Somebody was committing one of the most forbidden crimes in the land and on none other than the High King himself!
King Wilfred was a confused blend of groggy and outraged. An ultimate act of evil was occurring yet he could not rouse himself into action. To add to his dilemma, the only part of him that was roused, was the previously 'purest penis in Prudonia' a fine and trustworthy penis which thanks to a lifetime of meditation and flagellation had never once been erect until this moment.
The King tried to look upon the foul wench who dared to bring a whole kingdom into disrepute but unable to move his neck, all he could see was the top of a platinum blonde head of hair -- a colour that thanks to advances in genetic modification had been outlawed in Prudonia for three millennia. The King felt a gurgle in his throat; he could feel his voice coming back to him. Finally he would be able to bring his wrath down upon this evil harlot of doom.
But the King was not prepared for what happened next. The gurgle in his throat had elicited a giggle from his sullier, a giggle that ring in both his ears like some infectious pop song from the days of yore before all non-choral music was eradicated. A giggle that reverberated down his spine causing his body to spasm and shake before exploding in an eruption of cum right down the waiting throat of his defiler. In a cacophony of both ecstasy and horror, the King let out one long piercing scream before passing out on the bed and falling back into slumber.
3 DAYS EARLIER
NEUTRAL VILLAGE NEGOTIATING ROOM:
Monday June 1st 6423
After centuries of warfare and decades of failed negotiations, Princess Fifi of Lustinia and King Wilfred of Prudonia were still a long way off any sort of peace treaty:
"I'm sorry King Wilfred but those are our final terms." Said the Queen, Accept them or the bloodshed between our two nations will sadly continue."
"Never! The Chaste Kingdom of Prudonia could never allow for one of its holiest temples to fall into the hands of Lustinia. With two months' notice to relocate the current population, we are willing to succeed the towns of Puriton and Nossex and even the city of Virginia, but the Holy village of Virtua cannot change hands. We cannot agree to it.
"If you don't agree to the terms, more people will die Wilfred."
"If that's what it takes to keep the holy temple pure."
"And it won't just be death your highness," Continued Fifi, a smile beginning to cross her face, "people will also be seduced and fucked, and turned into all manner of sexy little playthings. Our mages are working on new spells every day to help turn more and more of your asexual race into happy little slutty fuck-toys or Neanderthalic pussy-addicts. More and more of your precious followers abandoning your archaic, fundamentalist hell of virginity and boredom and embracing the utopia that Lustanian life provides."
"Your way of life is an abomination that will have every last one of you burning in hell for a thousand eternities. The Holy Temple will not bear witness to such practices."
"Well then, if that is the case I have one final suggestion before we resume hostilities."
"And what, pray tell, would that be?"
"A battle of Champions: We each elect one man or woman to represent our nations. Should your champion win, I pledge to remove all our armies from every acre of Prudonian land. We will surrender unconditionally and retreat back to Lustinia. However, if my champion wins, the village of Virtua is ours."
"How do I know you will not go back on your word?"
"We will draw up a holy contract, signed in the names of both our gods. You may doubt my sincerity to you, but you know that I would never lie in the name of the Goddess Sluticia, as I know you could not lie in the name of yours."
"I will need to consult my advisors. This is a big decision to make."
"I will give you five days to decide. All Lustinian forces will hold a ceasefire until either we hear you reply, or the sun sets five days from now. I hope you will make the right decision for both our Kingdoms and move to end this bloodshed one way or another forever."
"I will send message once a decision has been made."
4 DAYS LATER
KING WILFRED'S CHAMBERS:
Friday June 5th 6423
Twenty-four hours passed before King Wilfred began to come to following the first orgasm of his life. In fact it was the first orgasm of any member of the Royal family for over two thousand years when Prince Ralph the Liar was kidnapped by the prostitutes of a travelling sex circus.
Unlike the day before, Wilfred was finding that himself able to think much clearer. He was aware of where he was, he was also aware that there was an important decision he needed to make very soon but he couldn't quite remember what it was. As another layer of cloudy uncertainty evaporated, the King once again realized he was not alone and that once again the royal penis was being encouraged to betray him.
Glancing down he could see that this time there was not one blond head of hair bobbing up and down on the holy sceptre but two. They were taking turns at licking the regal cock all the way from base to tip. The King watched on in both horror and intrigue as he witnessed the royal shaft vanish between two plump blood red lips. He saw a flash of green as the eyes of his non-sucking companion glanced up at him.
The green-eyed girl smiled a wicked smile. Her taboo blond curls framing a picture-perfect image of lust. Wearing nothing but the smile on her lips, she began to slide up Wilfred's body towards his head whilst her equally naked companion continued to work on the other 'head'. Before Wilfred knew what was happening, the green-eyed girl was perched on his chest, looking him square in the eye and smiling.
The King wanted to throw her off, to call his guards or at the very least command her to cease, but he was paralyzed. The green-eyed girl was the cat and he was the unwitting prey that she had chosen to play with. King Wilfred knew he had to act he needed to fight. He was beginning to feel the same confusing sensations from the night before come over him.
The King knew he couldn't pass out for another night and so with all of his strength; he tried to force his mouth into making a sound. He could feel his lips widening and optimism briefly prevailed right up until the point that he realized he was now lightly sucking on a breast.
Nothing but food or water had passed through the King's lips in all his forty-seven years. He had not even had a pacifier as a child, yet now he was being pacified by what must surely have been the most glorious bosoms in Prudonia. Against his mind's will, his body happily gave to order to suckle softly upon the green-eyed girl's teat as she whispered indecipherable nothings into his ear. King Wilfred tried to focus on the girl's words but the moment he felt he was beginning to understand, he heard the sound of another giggle come from his crotch and just like the previous night his body spasmed and came before sprawling out in a state of catatonia.
2 DAYS EARLIER
PRINCESS FIFI'S COURT:
Wednesday June 3rd 6423
"Lord Roger" commanded the princess, "When will we know if the plan was successful?"
"It is hard to say your majesty" replied Roger, looking up at Fifi from his position between the Royal Thighs. "If the virus works as expected then the King should become contagious after 48 hours which would be any minute now. But since the only previous testing had been carried out on mice it's difficult to tmff mmmpph phnmmph."
"I wanted an answer not an essay." Snapped Fifi as she sent Lord Roger back to work on her pussy and broke into monologue.
"Once the King is contagious any female he comes into contact with will be genetically programmable from right here in the heart of Lustinia. We can create an army of spies and covert operatives without a single Lustinian needing to set foot within a hundred miles of Prudonia. Then once our Prudonian spy-girl is activated, we can set about destroying that Puritanical hell completely, starting at the top and his Royal Shyness: The King."
MEANWHILE
THE HOLY TEMPLE AT VIRTUA:
