Lord Daygar Kingslayer Ch 04

Daygar's huge frame hovered above the tiny figure of Princess Natalia silent and still beneath him, his bulk supported on his massive arms for fear of crushing the little flower. Sensibly the girl had spread her thighs as wide as she could to allow him access to her hidden treasure, unlike her half-sister the Princess Leyia who had struggled against him for her first time. Having had her innocence protected during her nineteen years, Leyia had acted instinctively. He had prised her legs apart entering her forcibly to avail himself of her only to find no resistance as his cock tamed her. As a Princess she needed stability and security and she knew Lord Daygar would provide this in return for her charms which she had duly relinquished.

Princess Natalia was the opposite of Leyia and Daygar guessed correctly that her guardian, Lady Helena had tutored both girls in the facts of life; now in their twentieth year and slightly older than Princess Leyia the twin Princesses were aware of their destiny should they produce a heir. This little maiden offered herself easily and his cock-head nudged against her virgin entrance.

The Princess's eyes widened her bright red lips falling open in a silent scream as his throbbing cock end breached her. Daygar proceeded to explore her depths. 'She's a tight little cunt,' he thought as her scream became vocal, his cock was little more than halfway into her and she was panting rapidly beneath him. 'My second kingdom will serve beneath my will,' he thought sardonically. 'And my second little Princess will do the same.' He thrust his cock and she squeezed her sister's hand tightly as he rocked her back and forth on the end of his shaft. The girl was animated beneath him, her head swaying side to side, tongue licking her moist red lips, her eyes staying focussed on his. There was more to this little Princess than he had given her credit for and he wondered if she was actually enjoying him!

The Giant Lord worked her tight passage rapidly, pinning her beneath him as he filled her to her extent then Daygar felt the girl convulse against his cock and wondered if she had climaxed or if it signalled the end of her virgin status, he spewed some of his juices into her and prepared for his next little Princess.

*****

Lord Henrick stood naked at the end of the huge bed with one of Lady Celica's handmaidens on her knees before him, his cock firmly between her lips, his hand guiding the girl back and forth along his hard length. He had stripped Lady Celica naked, tearing her dress and skirts from her as if they were paper leaving her jewels as the only sign of her High Status as the wife of the King's right hand man. She knelt on the bed facing him, her other handmaiden wielding a six-tailed whip, flaying her mistress across her proffered bare bottom. She shrieked unintentionally after each stroke, not wanting to grant her brother the satisfaction but unable to be silent as the whip streaked across her.

'Whip her harder,' Henrick demanded. 'Or I will whip the three of you.' The girl instantly stepped up her efforts and Lady Celica shrieked like a banshee. He pushed his cock deeper into the servant girl's throat who; sensing his desire for revenge tightened her mouth around it and sucked him greedily. She had no wish to feel the lash against her. Handmaidens may be servants but they were of the highest status beyond mere maid servants and serving girls having reached adulthood and proven themselves both skilful and trustworthy; she had no desire to endanger her privileged position. Lord Henrick was the key to her continuing status and having witnessed many handmaidens sent to the brothels she cupped her new master's straining balls in her small hand and took his cock deeper into her mouth. Henrick groaned in satisfaction but resisted all urges to ejaculate.

Lady Celica bucked against the lash of the whip her arrogant stares directed at her brother, obviously relishing his new found power over her. She was determined to refuse him authority over her and rode the whip, glaring at him through eyes filled with pure spite.

'Enough,' he snapped. The girl on the end of his cock released him and jumped to her feet, bowing low as she backed away to his side to await further instructions. The handmaiden on the bed ceased whipping her mistress and left her to join the other, silent and still. Henrick approached the bed and pushed her Ladyship backwards, her face contorting as the weals from the whip made contact with the embroidered bed throw. Her bright red hair, naturally curly and almost the length of a Princess in reference to her high status, splashed across the pillows, delicate braids, the work of hours of patient weaving by her maids beginning to unfurl.

Henrick mounted the bed, his bone-hard cock leading him to his intended target but Lady Celica had other ideas and crossed her legs to prevent him. It was futile; her delicate white thighs were no match for his strong hands as he prised them apart, her arms flailing at him wildly. He had slain twenty men with his Zoran made steel sword to reach her and now she would fall on his own sword of swollen-hard flesh and blood.

Henrick parted her milky thighs, swinging open the doors to her fruit feasting on the wispy red triangle and the puffy folds of her entrance beneath, a little tongue of inner labia pouting from within. His cock homed in on her as if magnetised as he knelt further between her legs, his hands now grabbing her still flailing wrists and completely overpowering her. Her Ladyship knew she was defeated, a woman never a match for a man with his blood raging, the arrogance melting from her face, the haughtiness replaced with a blank resigned mask.

The lavish band of diamonds and rubies around her neck glinted as she writhed beneath her brother's bulk, his cock nuzzling against her opening, feverishly probing for access. Slender fingers adorned with several bulky gem encrusted rings spread as his throbbing head crossed her threshold and parted her pussy lips. Lady Celica's sumptuous breasts heaved as he entered her further, it had been over a year since her husband of senior years had been there having lost his libido to his work. Henrick groaned loudly as his shaft delved deeper, almost to its hilt, his satisfaction heightened by the struggle and now her resignation; his hands leaving her wrists, encircling her tiny waist and lifting her slightly to accept the rest of him.

Lady Celica moaned loudly as the thrusts began, her cardinal-red nipples hard and straining atop white hills rippling in time with his throbbing cock. Her body had relaxed beneath him, overpowered and exhausted of fight, impaled fully on his manhood and totally under his control. He thrust her hard and long before withdrawing, his hand replacing her, tightly gripping it as he handled himself rapidly to his climax. Henrick grunted in satisfaction his hot liquid spewing high up Lady Celica's midriff almost to her breasts, jerking repeatedly as he drained his pent up balls over his manipulative sister.

She lay strewn on her bed, legs still apart as he exited her; a wry smile dominating his face as he looked at his spent sister, her years of arrogant bullying now slaked and repaid. His plan was to send her to the brothels along with her handmaidens to satisfy the insatiable appetites of his garrison. Stripping of her jewels and fine clothes; her days would be spent in the grasping hands of starved men, dangling her on the end of filthy whore-stained cocks. Suddenly he found himself back on the bed, between his sister's legs, her hand encircling his wilting cock, reviving it with the delicate massage only a woman can give. He re-entered her now receptive sex, their lips meeting urgently, kissing passionately. Henrick turned and shouted a dismissal to the two girls who evaporated into the wings and then rode his sister with a passion he had never felt.

Years of malice and spite vanished, returning them both to a time, long ago when she had bullied him into bedding her with his new-found manhood, losing his virginity at just eighteen taking his elder sister's at the same time. He ejaculated again, vowing to protect her and make her his consort. Daygar would have no objection to brother and sister sharing themselves; he had little time for protocol. Lady Celica would retain her status, her jewels and her freedom and she embraced her brother as he filled her with his hot liquid!

*****

Daygar's massive bulk had almost floated across the bed to hover above his captive Princess, her sister now broken; he looked down on Princess Saria, her golden hair a backdrop to her young beauty stretching down to her waist. She looked much younger than her twenty years. His hand probed beneath him and found her wispy fur, rubbing his fingers against its softness as he watched her pretty little face become alert to his intentions. His hand delved beneath it, rounding the curve of her belly for her hidden treasure, her thighs spreading slowly to accept his stubby finger.

'Lady Helena had tutored them well,' he thought, Princess Natalia had spread her legs obligingly and her sister seemed to be doing the same if a little more reluctantly. His hand forced her further apart which she accepted easily, she knew she was nothing beneath him, her Princess status meaning little to him and to refuse would no doubt earn her another punishment. She shivered at the prospect, having been spanked hard over his knee little more than an hour earlier, and spread her legs wide.

Princess Saria gasped for breath as his iron hard cock touched against her virgin entrance, squeezing Natalia's hand tightly as he pressed her looking for access. Her mind was racing, her pampered upbringing and her duty as a Princess flooding over her like a resume of her life. 'This was wrong,' she suddenly concluded. Her ethos had been that of a protected flower-bud nurtured until a future King could be found to bring her flower into bloom and that future King was not Daygar! A brute almost three times her age with no noble blood was not how her flower was supposed to be picked and instinctively she squeezed her upper legs together.

Daygar was at her entrance and about to enter when her milky thighs defended her against him. It was hopeless of course, but Daygar was intrigued, the tiny Princess Saria had dared to defy him! As Princess Leyia had done before her, the girl was struggling beneath him and, just like before, he would take her by force. She squealed loudly as he forced her apart with his knees and once again arrived at her entrance but this time his cock was at its zenith, blood pumping into it to strengthen his shaft, fired by the thought of ravishing the little Princess. The Giant Lord suddenly stopped, looking down into the face of his frightened captive; he suspected that Lady Helena had groomed Princess Natalia to accept him as her Lord and the key to her throne as his Queen. This girl was to be sidelined by the scheming Helena, her innocent protestations oddly earning her Daygar's respect. He rose slightly above her on his massive arms removing himself from her entrance.

'You knew that this day would come,' Daygar whispered. Princess Saria stared up at him with confused eyes expecting to be taken by force. 'Your future lies with me Princess Saria,' he breathed. 'I will take the ten nations and become the King of all. You, like your sister and half-sister belong to me by right of war; as such your safety and status will be protected by me.' In a rare moment of tenderness he stroked her golden hair. 'You have nothing to fear little flower but you have to respect my right as taker of this Kingdom but I will forgo this if you wish. Shall I proceed?'

'Yes my Lord,' she acquiesced slowly spreading her legs, drawing them up to her waist to allow him access to her virgin sex. Her birthright was to be a Queen and in the absence of a Prince Charming she would give herself to him.

The girls' eyes widened, her head tilting back onto the pillow as she let out a hoarse banshee sound as Daygar slid his huge shaft into her, his iron hard 'head' nudging her apart. He waited for her to accommodate him before delving further into her tight little cunt before taking her almost to his hilt, her little white breasts jiggling with his stroke as he feverishly banished her into womanhood. Daygar's hot cream erupted into her as he struggled to contain himself, the girl gurgling as he plundered her precious treasures, his little nymph wilting beneath him like a freshly plucked bloom.

Pretty as they were he needed to save himself for the Lady Helena; she would be the main course after these two delicate little canapés!

Chapter 5: Scheming Lady Helena dances to Daygar's tune but his attention is already drawn to two Kingdoms, one to the West and one to the East, both with Queens waiting to be taken!