Lord Henrick and Lady Celica had become established at Court in the captured Kingdom of Arania having been left to oversee the now annexed lands as Lord Daygar proceeded with his other conquests, the twin Princesses having been taken to Slaveria. In public they appeared as brother and sister but most knew of their intimacy believing the fiery haired woman to be the dominant player in the relationship. In fact the opposite was true!
Celica lay naked with her legs apart on the huge bed desperate for Henrick to enter her with his rampant manhood, its angry purple head bobbing atop his ten inch rod as he teased her entrance with the tip of her own riding whip. Henrick had watched in awe as his sister had slowly unlaced her tightly corseted satin dress, letting it slip from her tall slim figure into a pile around her heavily embroidered Court shoes. Her white breasts spilling from the under bodice, as she had leaned towards him, her hand plying his expectant erection as he drank in her beauty.
Her legs were long and slender, shapely and silky, sheathed in hand woven stockings and held high with garters of lace and ribbon, his hand immediately going for the wispy red patch of pussy fur at the junction of her legs. Celica bent into his lap and suckled the purple head as her fiery curly locks danced around his groin, her heady perfume replacing the air in his lungs. He shifted in his large chair, his naked buttocks suddenly feeling the cold of the polished oak as his sister sucked him with a passion.
This was a repeat of the scenario all those years ago when she had first persuaded her brother to 'experiment' with her, leading to each of them losing their virginity to the other. Now the pair were reunited it was he in control having won her during the battle for Arania and the shift of power had left the slightly older Celica breathless. She had never been dominated by anyone but Henrick knew how and she craved it.
He had massaged his stiff cock as he watched his sister shed the bodice, her ample breasts swaying before him as she slowly peeled down her stockings and bent naked over the end of the bed, her bare bottom inviting his punishment. Henrick lashed her at least a dozen times with her riding whip his other hand sliding back and forth along his cock as he watched her reddening orbs dancing wildly beneath each stroke. Celica had moaned for more but Henrick had ordered her onto her back with her thighs spread wide, her cunt leaking with anticipation as he pussy whipped her.
His sister shrieked in ecstatic pain as he entered her at last, his cock sliding into her juicy entrance without resistance, fucking her hard with his tight, swollen balls dangling in the void between her legs. Her nipples almost bursting from the pinnacles of her breasts as the heat of her whipping mingled with the rough handling of his cock within her, both climaxing as one.
*****
Princess Layia lay comfortably on her back as her handsome young Lord Cevert worked feverishly between her legs, his tongue licking the wispy golden triangle of pussy fur before flicking in and out of her entrance. Her wide blue eyes examined the top of his long flaxen locks as his head bobbed in front of her, her long fingers streaking through it as she lay in eager anticipation of his handsome manhood.
She had come a long way since Lord Daygar had deflowered her with his brutal cock, enjoying her man now wildly on heat after he had slowly undressed her. Layia's waist length golden hair strew around her head on the pillow as Cevert gradually worked his way up her, kissing her erect nipples then towering over her, his strong arms supporting his weight above her. His cock nudging at her sex before parting her, entering her gently yet firmly, her mouth opening in a silent moan, red lips moist and wanting his, looking up at him in total acceptance.
Lord Cevert fucked his petite Princess slowly for as long as his cock could stand before sending his cream into her in a hot rush, her silent moan now very audible as he filled her with several spasms from his loins. He had been ordered by Lord Daygar to proceed to Centria and assist Grojon in bringing Boudina back to heel, he had vowed to resist slaking his cock on his conquests, saving himself for his return to Princess Leyia's bed!
*****
Lady Helena knelt dutifully before Master Tabor, his cock hard and urgent down the back of her throat as she sought to appease him after the whipping he gave her for being disloyal with the Landlord. She was to be allowed another chance and a wealthy squire had paid handsomely for her charms, she would decorate his bed later that day. Tabor held her by the hair as he shed his load across her face, his cock fevered by the thought that only a short time ago he would not have been allowed to even speak to this highest of high-born ladies. Now she belonged to him and although he had sampled her aristocratic delights on several occasions he still could not believe his good fortune.
Helena had accepted his rough treatment in return for her release from the hell-hole of the laundry beneath the huge castle, even the punishment he had given her was better than life under the evil Ingar. Her fortunes had changed dramatically in such a short time, now removed to another world yet only two floors beneath that in which she had trod in the finest silks and jewels with untold power. Not even a Lord would have dared defile her then and yet now she knelt gratefully before a lowly servant, his name and position unknown and of no consequence to those in the exalted corridors just above them. Tabor waited as she sucked the last vestiges of his cream from his wilting cock then released his grip on her long raven hair, leaving her to clean herself and dress for her liaison with his paying client!
*****
If Helena felt her life had changed so much then Princess Natalia was about to feel a far worse change in fortune. The executioner had already visited her cell to measure the length of her neck and assess the strike he would need to take her head cleanly from her shoulders. She had been given the option of standing or kneeling when the fatal blow arrived, she had opted to kneel.
*****
Pietro stared open mouthed in wonder at the sight unfolding in the courtyard of Lord Raynod's fallen Manor, very different from the visit he had made with his father about two years before at the Lord's betrothal to Lady Eleanor. It had been a glittering spectacle, the old man taking his young bride, selected from the entire Kingdom for her beauty. To Pietro it was her younger sister, Lady Annalise that stole the beauty from Eleanor, far more beautiful in Pietro's eyes and it had been her who had become the object of his dreams since that day.
The courtyard was alive with battle-crazed men taking their prizes from the hoards of women scattered everywhere, his eyes wide at the dazzling displays of naked breasts dancing wildly as they desperately tried to evade capture. His cock stiffened rapidly having only once felt the inside of a woman only two days before, less than a week since his eighteenth birthday, when he had finally parted the milky-white thighs of his childhood fancy. Bernice had been grateful to him for saving her from the brutish bear-like warrior but her favours had failed to fully satisfy his lust for women!
The girl was little older than him as he grappled with her in the melee of scattering females but she was like an eel and pulled away from him, her face a mixture of fear and relief, pretty and untouched by age. Her freedom was short lived, blundering into a stocky foot-soldier with a practiced grip from many battle fuelled conquests, there was to be no escape from him. Her dress parted down the front between his huge hands as if it were paper, spilling out her white nubile breasts which he suckled greedily. The dress slid down to her feet exposing her wispy triangle and Pietro watched in awe as the expert hands of the grizzly soldier wasted no time parting her legs. For the first time he saw the secret folds of a woman's entrance as she accepted her fate spreading her thighs to avoid the inevitably painful force. The soldier's angry cock-head pushed against her before vanishing inside, his satisfaction evident by the short time it took him to dispose of her for another.
Pietro was about to seize his chance with the girl when a hand slapped against his back. The Great Bear smiled through his rough beard. 'Come with me boy,' he commanded.
*****
When Daygar had dethroned Queen Boudina he had given her Command of the Western Region, a force she herself had battled with during her reign, unable to accept her as their Queen. This would turn out to be a mistake. Boudina had won over the poorly equipped soldiers as their General having disposed of their leader General Davich in typical 'Bitch Queen' fashion by slicing off his cock and balls in the City square of Centria's main Citadel.
Daygar had expected her to perish among the heathen rabble but the opposite was the case and Boudina had managed to rally support to retake the Kingdom and oust Lord Selwyn, and Daygar's army.
Selwyn had been given the grand title of 'Lord Protector of Centria' by Daygar, a trusted warrior of many battles with only one weakness. Women! Since taking control in the absence of the Giant Lord he had exercised his newfound power among the high-born Ladies, taking them for his pleasure sometimes three in a day. His bedchamber had become his office and his work had become his cock with even lowly maids and handmaidens gracing his bed sheets in between encounters with the Noblewomen. He had become accustomed to having a naked woman at his side almost constantly, whether she be dressed in the coarse linen of a servant or the finest silks of a Lady no longer mattered but one thing was missing. Boudina!
The 'Bitch Queen' had been banished to the mountain regions of the West and only occasionally made the journey to her previous seat of power to update Lord Selwyn of her progress. He had longed to bed her and decided he would take her on her next visit to the Citadel; the dethroned Queen would be the crowning glory for his almost permanently swollen cock. The thought of taking Boudina opened the floodgates of his cock, sending his hot liquid deep into the throat of the pretty handmaiden kneeling before him.
*****
Eddoe grunted his disapproval towards the hapless serving girl for failing to provide Eloise with new clothes and other finery from the captured treasures stored within the Cedron Castle. The girl shook as the huge gorilla of a man continued his tirade in his native tongue, not understanding his words but certainly the tone. Eloise suddenly realised where she had seen the girl before, she was Morwena, daughter of the local squire and elder sister of her betrothed, the wealthy landowning family from whom her father rented his land. She must have been taken sometime before the attack on her village.
