Princess Ameka lay in inert beneath Lord Peglar, impaled on his burgeoning cock, her slender arms pinned to the bed by the overwhelming power of the man grunting with satisfaction as he hammered his penis deep into her. She had attempted to be on top as she always had been with her father, to ride him like a horse with some control but Peglar had other ideas and had turned her onto her back, spreading her legs wide apart with his own.
She knew he was teaching her a lesson. Daygar had allowed her to remain a Princess and to her people she was the Monarch of Octavia now her mother had been dethroned and stripped of her title and banished to Slaveria to await the Giant Lord's will. It was a sham of course, she was but a figurehead for the people to rally to in these changing times; taking the credit for the alliance with Daygar's huge armies which would protect them from the ravages of the marauding Sea People. Lord Peglar was simply reminding her it was he who mastered the roost!
Octavia could not have protected itself from such a violent force intent on nothing more than to destroy their castles and homes and plunder its treasures, raping the women and taking them back to their inhospitable land off the Northern coast of the ten nations. They had been attacked several times and suffered badly at the hands of the savage crews landing silently in their longships, disgorging hundreds of sadistic raiders. King Padraig had failed to provide any meaningful solution so Queen Simaca had hatched the plan to dispose of him in favour of Daygar and in the process taking the Crown of Octavia for herself. The plan had not gone as thought!
Ameka could feel his cock building to its conclusion and readied herself for the rush of hot liquid about to penetrate her inner depths, still trying to simulate the changes of the last few days. Daygar had all but raped her alongside her mother but it had been necessary to yield to him in return for his protection and for the sake of the Kingdom. The proclamation that she and not Queen Simaca would take the throne of Octavia alongside Lord Peglar had surprised her; it was her assumption that her mother would naturally be his consort.
He was twice her twenty years but still handsome and well cared for, not a fighting man but a politician and his cock much less intrusive than the fearsome brute that swung between the Giant Lord's legs. She would still have to be guarded in her actions, certain that even this relatively gentle Lord would not hesitate to punish her if she overstepped her role, she had still not forgotten the lessons she had learned from her father at his knee, with the flat of his hand against her delicate bottom!
Lord Peglar had indeed intended to stamp his authority over the young Princess but violence was not in his nature and pleasured himself of her beauty and intimate treasures. Having lost his wife during childbirth two decades before, he had modest experience of women and the girl beneath him was little older than his own daughter Saskia. As a politician and negotiator he could see the value of this liaison and should Daygar fail to win the ten nations he would be well placed to take control of the Kingdom along with the pretty Princess. Her brother, Prince Irad was still in Mercuria wooing the Jewel Queen but that would fail, Daygar would see to that, he had other plans for the glittering Queen. Irad would be sent back to Octavia and Peglar would see that his title was withdrawn reducing him to a mere pawn in the long game.
He looked down into Princess Ameka's youthful face, her rolling curls of rich brunette hair streaking in all directions from her head and jerked wildly, his buttocks straining before forcing another stream of his pent up juices into her.
Ameka heard herself squeal as his liquid shot into her chasm and suddenly found she was tantalised in a way she had never before experienced. Having been at the call of her father for over two years since coming of age she had never felt another man's cock and unexpectedly she wanted more! She reached beneath the Lord and wound her fingers around his depleting penis and played him back to rigidity, guiding him once again into her entrance. Peglar responded and began thrusting her again before yet again spewing his cream, only this time Ameka flooded him with her juice, climaxing for the first time in her life!
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Queen Simaca knew she had only a brief window of opportunity to salvage any hope of a restoration to her crown and had bathed at length before dressing in her finest silks and lace for the journey to Slaveria aboard Daygar's flagship. She had ensconced herself in the Giant Lord's spacious cabin to await the only man who could once again bring her to life after years of feeble sex at the hand of King Padraig; his abilities limited to stimulants of the 'night shadow berry'. Her heavily fragranced body tingled at the prospect of feeling Daygar's cock inside her.
He entered the cabin and breathed in the heavy scent, his ears pricking to the sound of her petticoats as she swished towards him to greet him her hand immediately reaching for his groin as he embraced her. She was indeed a beautiful woman, taller than the petite Princesses and more akin to Boudina with fulsome breasts and a feminine maturity that can only beguile a man. He held her close and swept the deep brown curls from her neck to kiss it before moving to her crimson-red lips to kiss her fully, not in a delicate passionate way but forceful and mastering, taking ownership of her.
Simaca slid her hand beneath his robes and played his already erect penis in her palm, her small hand puny against the length and girth of his awesome shaft; her slender fingers encircling it tightly massaging him eagerly. Her hope was of him taking her as his consort and declaring himself King of the four nations, she would then be Queen alongside him, Majesty of the largest Kingdom of the ten nations, including that of Octavia! Her hand gripped him hard, stirring his loins into action.
Daygar forced her to her knees, gripping her locks as he guided her mouth to the end of his throbbing penis, not waiting for any invitation as he penetrated her luscious painted lips and delved into the back of her throat. Protocol dictated that High Born ladies had to yield to their man on their knees but that meant a ritual polite sucking of the 'head' of her Lord's cock without force or duress, as such Queen Simaca would never before have experienced this kind of behaviour. Simaca rose to the challenge, sucking his entire length with a greedy determination, her class and high attitude would have to yield to the necessity of regaining her status.
The Giant Lord watched as the Queen laboured along his cock knowing she was deploying all her womanly guile to enrapt him, her head bobbing rapidly in a fashion she had never before contemplated. His cock hardened at her total capitulation to his authority over her, tightening his grip on her curls, pulling her from his erection towards his aching balls. At first she kissed them then licked each in turn before taking them in her mouth, sucking his sac hard, buttocks tightening at the thrill of the sensations passing through him.
Simaca reached behind her and unclasped the halter at the base of her neck releasing the gown from her, letting it slide slowly over her ample breasts to her waist before returning to his cock, suckling its tip and running her lips along its length. Rising to her feet the gown slid from her hips pooling around her glittering shoes, Daygar took in her nudity, taking his time to sweep across her body inhaling her heady fragrance and capturing her beauty within his mind forever.
Lifting her from her feet by her bottom he pulled her to him and slid her onto the end of his throbbing cock, her arms about his neck as he impaled her to its hilt. She let out a stifled squeal as his rod reached her depths, tightening herself around it, her breasts swaying with his thrusts as he fucked her hard.
Daygar carried her to the bed still on the end of his cock and backed her onto the mattress, spreading her long legs as wide as possible, one leg over his shoulder the other waving aimlessly at the cabin roof as he continued the onslaught of her feminine riches. Queen Simaca was in full voice, her shrill squeals penetrating the confines of the cabin, the sway of the sea adding to the foggy turmoil of her head as the Giant Lord gave her everything he had.
He had felt her jerking orgasms at least twice but resisted the urge to shoot his load into her, working her body hard, the solid nubs of her pink nipples gyrating at the centres of her white breasts. Daygar withdrew and stood up, pulling the naked woman along with him, returning her to her knees his large hand clutching endless bunches of elegant curls as he forced his cock deep into her throat.
Queen Simaca had not prepared for this, women of her status are never subjected to such forceful sexual conquest but she knew this was her one chance of retrieving her Crown and accepted his authority over her. A lowly handmaiden would not expect a man to expel his juices within her mouth but Simaca understood that was his intention and her high born station would not prevent it.
