Women, even Queens and Princesses are the pawns and prizes in the fight to be King of the ten nations and so far Daygar was winning the game but treachery and self interest were around the corner......
All three were naked on the huge bed. King Padraig lay on his back with his luscious daughter Princess Ameka astride him, riding her father's stallion-like erection as if it were her first time; her curly brunette tresses rolling down her back like a landslide, dancing just above her waist. Queen Simaca lay by her husband's side as her daughter eyed her, a smile creasing both faces as she feigned cries of ecstasy.
The King held his daughter at her hips watching with blurring eyes her well endowed breasts weaving rapidly just above his face in tune with the urgency of her thrusts along his cock. A smile had erupted on her pretty face which disturbed him and at the same time his breath was becoming rapid and laboured, excited and ready to ejaculate yet nothing passed from his balls. Suddenly Princess Ameka pulled herself clear of his cock without his permission, his wife's hand replacing her daughter in keeping his erection and yet he still could not erupt. Then he was dead!
'Has he gone?' Daygar enquired slipping from the shadows of the bedchamber.
'Yes My Lord,' Queen Simaca said without any compassion. 'You have his Kingdom if you keep your side of the bargain.'
Daygar smiled at the two attractive women still laying naked on the bed either side of the stricken King his erection, oddly still intact making him seem strangely still alive. 'Why is he still hard?'
Princess Ameka grinned broadly. 'The juice of the 'night shadow' berry stimulates the sex organs, he was an old man and needed his 'tonic' to produce his libido that is why we gave him, shall we say, a last fuck before he left for the next world.' She laughed heartily as if a weight had risen from her white shoulders, her nipples danced as she shook back her curly hair. 'He had fucked me, his own daughter, from the day I came of age, and every day since, but no more. My mother and I have satisfied his cock together, in the same bed for nearly two years,' she looked at the dead King and his ghostly erection in disdain, 'It was a pleasure to get him to drink that concentrated juice,' she added nodding in the direction of a golden goblet by the bed.
*****
Princess Natalia knelt dutifully before Lord Bowdan, his seventy year old cock sliding purposefully back and forth between her red painted lips, she sucked him greedily, stopping occasionally to run her slender little fingers beneath his straining shaft. Natalia's tongue flicked at his tip; her other hand cupping his balls squeezing them slightly. The old Lord steadied himself with legs slightly apart, one hand on his hip and the other on the back of her small head controlling her rhythm. The young Princess gauged him perfectly, dipping his cock towards her bare breasts, allowing him to spray her rather than have him cum in her mouth or streak her hair.
Lord Bowdan groaned loudly as he relinquished his load across his young charge, it would be a long time before he could fuck his little Princess, leaving Slaveria for the Isle of Octavia with Daygar to take the Kingdom. His envoy, Lord Peglar had travelled incognito to Octavia a month before to meet with Queen Simaca to discuss the overthrow of the King, widely disliked even by his own family. Terms had been established and He and Daygar had been formally invited by the Court of the Queen without the knowledge of King Padraig to accept an alliance. It was a great coup to take the Kingdom without any major bloodshed, there would be no rape of the Island's women and a new order would be easy to establish. Bowdan's presence alongside Daygar was payback for his genius master plan.
After dismissing the Princess he dressed and left for Daygar's ship along with six of the ten Over Lords and over a thousand of his finest warriors to be transported in the ten ships unwittingly supplied by Queen Flavica and commandeered for this purpose.
Princess Natalia had removed the sticky cream from her breasts, thankful the old man had not wanted her beneath him and having to listen to his laboured breathing as he attempted to satisfy himself within her. She bathed and dressed in her finest robes, heavily fragranced ostensibly to wave off her beloved Knight. Within half an hour of his departure she lay in a strange bed, her legs spread wide to accept a rampant cock easily the equal of Daygar himself as the bearded commoner eased himself into his Princesses royal cunt.
General Grojon supported himself on his giant arms above the fragile Princess Natalia who at a mere twenty years was almost half his age, his huge hands pinning her arms to the bed. This was indeed a special moment in his turbulent life having risen in the ranks from foot soldier to Commander of Daygar's Slaverian forces, amounting to over half the combined strength of the three Kingdoms. Not being of Noble birth he was not allowed in the Great Chamber with the ten Lords and idea that he would even speak to a royal Princess was unthinkable. To have her spread beneath him on the end of his cock had been an impossible notion and yet his swollen penis, excited at the prospect of such an exotic conquest, nuzzled at her entrance.
Princess Natalia accepted him eagerly bearing down onto his shaft as the warrior rode her hard, his chiselled, hairy face, rugged and scarred from countless bloody battles, stared intently at her naked body with piercing green eyes. Her waist length golden hair was strewn about her head from being rough handled onto the bed by the swarthy General who had torn her robe as he stripped her bare. She almost felt as if he were raping her and had to remind herself it was she who had instigated this 'meeting' yet he was treating her coarsely without any reverence to her high status. Despite this the scheming Princess was satisfied that the plan hatched by her and her consort Lady Helena was proceeding to schedule.
Grojon suckled her nipples, even nipping them keenly between his broken and uneven teeth, something no man had done, not even Daygar when he had taken her virginity. Natalia struggled to free her arms but he refused to release her and she squirmed uncomfortably beneath his burgeoning weight and yet accepted it. She needed him, or rather the army he controlled to usurp the now absent Daygar and overthrow his remaining Lords, it was now or never in her bid to take Slaveria and become Queen in her own right.
