Cuchold Ingdom

Cuckhold Kingdom Part Three

(c) 2024 by TeddySmutWriter. All rights reserved.

On "Cuckhold" vs "cuckold:" I know that "cuckold" is the proper spelling for a person whose partner is fucking others--certainly it's the word recognized by spell checkers--but so many people use "cuckhold" it's become almost an alternate spelling. I confess I was one of the guilty and the word is now locked in as the series title. Oh well....

BUT there actually is a word "cuckhold" that has fallen out of usage that means pretty much the opposite of "cuckold" as in it about the taker as opposed to the loser. At least as far as I can tell from a very tenuous source. So I guess I can justify my mistake after all.

Anyway this story is set in a magical kingdom where all the physical problems with sex are easily managed by magic but the emotional ones are still just as vexing. For various complex social reasons the age of consent is eighteen years and one month. Persons under the age of consent are always somewhere else when sex happens. All this saves a huge amount of words in an already overly long novella.

The milieu is constructed entirely in service to the story so any comments about anachronisms of failure to follow any particular cannon will fall on deaf ears. Get a life.

Those who have read my other works will know I have a type: Exhibitionistic nymphomaniacs prone to snarky dialogue. If I neglect to mention that in the chapter tags, consider it baked in.

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I have a working lunch with my mother.

Tags: Exhibitionism, public masturbation, edging, chastity cage, bisexual male

"My name is Meg," I said to the Dirty Duo.

"I'm Mila," the brown haired girl said. "This is Becs."

Mila and Becs--the dirty blonde--were both a little shorter than me. The were count your ribs lean but had slight bellies and pasty skin from a catch as catch can diet. Their nails looked dirty and ragged and brittle. Their skin had a sheen from dried sweat. And their hair? Sigh.

Oddly they didn't smell bad. In fact they had no smell at all, like a baby rabbit.

I smiled. "Come with me, I want to introduce you to someone."

The naked caged man was just about to walk past us burdened with all the stuff from my anal deflowering. I felt a little guilty about dumping that chore on him. But there was something about him... he radiated a kind of contentment in what he was doing.

"Excuse me," I said. "I recognize your face but I don't remember your name."

"Sigard, your--"

"Please no," I said. "I'm just Meg--a naked slut just like you."

Sigard smiled.

"Do you mind a personal question?"

"No Ma--Meg."

"Does that cage hurt?"

"A little when I start to... grow," he said. "But it's sort of a good kind of pain."

"Are you hurting now?"

"Yess..." He shivered a little bit.

I leaned over and kissed his cheek. I took three towels from his burden. "Thank you again."

The Dirty Duo and I headed for the family wing of the palace.

I was feeling oh so slutty. I was walking a little bowlegged from hard fuckings in my cunt and ass. My hips were swaying with that loose fresh fucked way. I was grinning remembering all the nasty things I had done so far this morning: The henceforth legendary "apple chase," kissing Rufe's dick in front of my parents and everyone else in the room, loudly sucking off Preno as he sat between my mother and father, owning my sluthood to them, noisily sucking off Kius in the same meeting and then having him bust my anal cherry afterwards--all before lunch.

"What's the towels for?" Mila asked.

"We're going to be sitting on some pretty fancy furniture," I said.

"You really are good at acting like you like it," Becs said.

"Not acting Becs," I said. "I'm loving it."

She tisked and said "Wait'll you've taken a hundred of 'em."

"Hopefully that will be soon but I don't think I'll ever not love it," I said. "Don't you like the feeling of a big cock inside you?"

"Fuckers hurt!" Mila said.

I turned to look at her. "Are you not aroused when you take them?"

"We don't take them," Becs objected. "They take us."

I rolled my eyes. "Oh Jeeper's cats. And you can't use your feminine wiles to slow them down a bit?"

"Fresh out," Mila said. "Year on the streets burnt them all away."

There was no way I could reason them out of the cynicism. If I had time I would grab the nearest blue cock and demonstrate how to have fun fucking them. But I didn't. I did the best I could.

I stopped dead in the middle of a busy hallway and said: "Look, we're sluts. It's why we're here. Being sluts we're allowed to do dirty things as long as we don't stain the furniture."

Here in the public hallway of the palace I reached down and ran a finger up and down the folds of my pussy. It was swollen and red from its heavy use so I did it delicately. "One of my tricks is to keep myself horny and ready. It's helps that I'm the kingdom's biggest exhibitionist."

A passer by snorted. "Damn right she is."

I smiled after them and said "Thank you."

"Close your eyes for a minute," I said to my companions. "Rub yourself and think about where you are and what you are doing. Say the words in your head."

"Oh... wow," Becs said. "I feel so... naughty... and yet so..."

"Free?" I offered.

Mila didn't say anything, she was rubbing herself with some urgency.

"Don't get yourself off Mila." I grabbed her hand. "The trick is to keep pushing yourself close to the edge, letting it simmer down, and only letting yourself go when you are with someone. That way you won't be all dry when you get dicked down."

"How do you know so much?" Mila asked.

"I have this wonderful book I've read. It's called

Castaway Countess."

So we proceeded on to the family wing as I waxed enthusiastically about my favorite book.

At the entry to the Royal Family Chambers we met the two guards. One was Triq, one of my four guards at the hunting lodge, and the other was another blue man. Out of respect for Triq, I didn't come on to the blue fellow. "Hello Triq, hello...?"

"Highness," Triq said.

"Svin," the blue man said. My trick to remembering names was to tie it to their penis. Except for being huge, I didn't see anything to remember him by. Perhaps after we'd fucked something would come to me.

"Oh, that reminds me," I said to Mila and Becs. "When you meet the queen, the first time you speak to her, say 'Your Majesty,' after that it's just 'Ma'am,' got it?"

"What about you?" Becs asked. "We call you 'Highness' or what?"

"We are 'companions in service together,'" I said. "So no. Just 'Meg.' Like always."

"That's for soldiers Ma'am," Triq said.

"It's what I say it is, Triq." Until one of my parents overruled me. If they ever found out. It's good to be a princess.

"Yes Ma'am."

At the doors to my mother's inner chambers was another blue guard--surprisingly alone. This one's cock I recognized. I walk up and seized the slightly curved member. "Clif! I've heard you've been talking about me."

"Umm..." Imagine a giant over muscled blue man with the expression of a teenaged boy caught masturbating.

I got on tip toes to kiss his nipple. "That's okay, I want you to talk about me, even the bad things."

"Who are these two?" Clif asked.

"This is Mila and Becs," I said. "I'm taking them to see my lady mother."

I bent over and licked the length of his shaft. He was semi-erect at this point. "I can't wait to feel this inside me. But not right now. On a mission, you know."

"Did he really piss on you?" Mila asked.

"Oh yes!" I said. "It was supposed to be a punishment for mouthing off to Preno. It was weird but fun."

I was still holding on to Clif's cock hoping my friendly sluttyness would rub off a little on my cynical companions. I was also hoping to leave him with a raging boner. "My other secret is that I actually like cocks and the people attached to them."

"People with cocks are often bastards," Becs said.

"Yes, that's true but I haven't met a blue man yet who was--in a bad way." I was thinking of Rufe. "There's something funny about them... like they're all old souls."

There was something in Clif's eyes when I said that. I kissed his abs by way of parting.

We entered the Queen's Privy Sitting Room. My mother was there as well as Lady Vera, my one time penmanship tutor and Mother's personal secretary. She was a placid woman, tall and thin, with graying black hair. I knew her to be my mother's gossip, the one with whom she shares her most inner thoughts.

I went directly to where my mother was sitting and air kissed both her cheeks. Then I turned to her companion.

"Lady Vera!" I said. "How nice to see you."

"Hello Meg." That I was naked with my nether lips glistening seemed not to affect her at all. She did however glanced at my companions.

The Dirty Duo stood out as wild creatures of the forest in this staid environment. Part of it was the food. Lunch was laid out on a small table. What looked like a normal light lunch to me had Mila and Becs bug eyed, shifting from foot to foot.

"Who are your friends, Meggy?" Lady Vera asked.

"Oh, I'm so sorry!" I said. "I am so rude. Thank you for reminding me of my manners."

I turned to my mother the queen.

"Mother, these are Mila and Becs," I said. "I met them at my episode with Kius just now. I brought them because they exemplify the matter we discussed earlier."

"Oh? Approach dears."

Both of them and made awkward curtsies.

"Your Majesty," they said almost in unison.

"Are you hungry?" Mother asked.

Becs started to say "Yes your--" but Mila elbowed her and hissed "It's Ma'am" now.

Mother chuckled. Becs turned pink.

"Please don't be embarrassed," Mother said. "It's your first time. I've seen far larger flubs of protocol by persons who should know better." She was looking right at me.

"I was thirteen Mother and there was spider."

"Of course Dear." Mother pointed to a divan. "Why don't you two sit there and I'll have my Megreiya make you both a nice plate."

I put one of the towels down on the divan and the duo sat. This was an old trick of my parents--having me wait on our guests. In this instance I chose to do it on my knees. Considering what Mila and Becs had to do for me earlier, turn around was fair play.

Both were soon balancing plates loaded with biscuits, cheeses and fruit on their knees. I went heavy on the fruit because my new friends looked like they could use the variety.

Then I served them a nice summer wine with slices of lemon and lime. The carafe of wine was cold and wet with dew. There was actually ice floating in it. Did I mention Lady Vera practiced magic? She wasn't on the same level as my mentor Lady Deema, but she was quite accomplished.

My mother interviewed the Dirty Duo for quite a while. I did not interject, which was definitely out of character for me. But something told me something very important was going on here. That Lady Vera was taking notes might have been a clue.

At one point Mother bade them approach again. She looked closely at them and had them turn around. I saw my mother lean over and sniff Becs' naked butt.

She then sent the girl over to Lady Vera to be sniffed as well. "Most likely the Bunny Rabbit spell, shall I cancel it? I do have my rod with me."

"I would not recommend it," I said. "Think of a whole year of monthly payments coming due."

"True," Mother said. "But there are other smells signaling of ill health that are being suppressed."

"Yes Ma'am," Mila said. "One of the street girls had some really bad thing going on in her jaw. Half her face turned purple and she died. They left her in the gutter."

I shuddered. Mother pointed to Lady Vera who made a note.

My mother sat thinking for a while. I served seconds to Mila and Becs before making a plate for myself, staying on my knees for reasons I could not define but felt natural in this situation.

Finally my mother said "Prepare a note please V, to the Vice Seneschal and his Blue Liaison requesting five or six concubines to the Royal Baths for a project. Also make a note to Preno and my husband that I intend to convert the baths to a hygiene and well being fixture... no, facility... no, station?"

"Spa?" I said.

"Yes, 'spa,'" Mother said. "The space is underutilized as it is."

With beautiful flowing strokes made as if to music in Lady Vera's head, the two memorandum materialized. Mother initialed them and handed them to me.

"Go out and find a messenger for the one to your father, then go down to the Vice Seneschal's office and bring your fellow sluts to the baths." That was the first time my mother had used the S word to me without derision. "Come ladies."

I went out into the public corridors in a quandary on who to grab as a messenger. I considered delivering the note myself but realized my father or Preno could co-opt me and the second message wouldn't get delivered. This was not an accident. Spiders excepting, accidents rarely happened around Mother.

Eventually I saw Sigard on his knees in a corner sucking a cock. His penis filled its cage to the point where the bars were creasing his pink flesh. Pre-cum was leaking from the tip. Sigard could hardly take the big cock in all the way but he was making up for it with his enthusiasm. The blue man attached to the cock did not seem at all embarrassed that they shared the same sex.

Judging by the blue man's thrusting he was about to blow. I waited.

Sure enough, with a grunt, the seven foot tall naked warrior made his final thrust. White cum began spilling from Sigard's lips. He started smearing it on his upper body to keep it from dripping on the floor. All the while the old merchant cleaned the big blue cock with his lips.

When the blue man departed, I approached. "I need a favor Sigard."

"Anything your--"

"Sig-gy..." I interrupted. I gave him my playful, maybe a little annoyed, shameless princess look. I'm such a hypocrite.

"Anything for you Meg."

"Would you deliver this note to my father or Preno?"

"Of course!" he said. "Should I get cleaned up first?"

"Are you a proud slut or not?" I asked.

He smiled and blushed. His shoulders straightened and he stood. "Thank you Meg, this is going to be fun."

He strode off.

I hurried down to deliver my second message. I ran like someone was chasing me. People got out of my way and looked to see if someone actually was. Perhaps they had heard of the infamous apple chase--was that just this morning?

The corridor outside the Vice Seneschal's office was lined with benches. Roughly two dozen naked women sat or lounged there. Many were eating slabs of bread slathered with butter and jam.

On the opposite wall from the door to the office was a long wooden rail right at eye level. It had many brass clips on it. A few of the clips had sheets of paper with broad letters announcing things. Most of them were outdated.

I went into the office. The Vice Seneschal and a blue man I vaguely recognized sat at a long table. The blue man had was staring down a pegboard with numbers under each hole and many stuffed with colored pegs. A pair of dirty bare feet were sticking out from under the table in front of the blue man.

The Vice started to stand. I motioned for him to sit. The blue man, without looking up asked "number?"

"Two-five-nine," I said.

The blue man looked up and tapped the table. "Put your foot up."

"Cleos, you know this is--"

"Another cock sleeve."

I put my foot up on the table. It was awkwardly high. It also exposed my glistening lips to view. The blue man made a show of looking at my brass tag. Then he looked at the board. He touched a peg with a little golden head. I saw no other gold pegs but there were some that were silver. I felt so special.

"I know you," I said. "You interviewed me the first night."

"I interviewed over a hundred or so," he replied. "So?"

Cleos was the first of the blue men I didn't automatically want to fuck. It was fortunate he was already being attended to because I would fuck him if required. For once I was at a loss for words. I could not, for the life of me, come up with anything nice or positive to say. I had loads of clever negative things percolating but this was not the place or time for a power struggle.

Cleos closed his eyes and lifted a finger. He shuddered. I almost lost my composure.

My distant cousin, the acknowledged bastard of a lord, and who had gained his position by nepotism, but was also reasonably competent in his post, came to my rescue.

"How may I help you Your Highness?" the Vice asked.

I handed over the note from my mother. After reading it he handed it to Cleos. The two of them looked over the pegboard. They started pulling plain wood pegs and replacing them with green ones. With each swap they called a number. Calls of acknowledgment came from the corridor outside.

On the fifth peg swap a "That's me!" came from under the table. Then there was a thump from under the table. "Ouch!"

A familiar redhead stood up. She wiped cum off her lips. "Meg?"

"Keena?" We hugged.

Cleos walked out into the hall. Keena and I followed him out. Five of my fellow sluts were standing, waiting.

"All six of you, go with 259." Cleos pointed to the nearest sitting girl and walked back into his office. The girl followed.

***

I get eaten by a monster, and that's a good thing.

Tags: nonhuman, fellatio, public, reverse bukkake,

"If any of you get waylaid, please come to the Royal Baths as soon as you finish. I think you will like what's happening there."

"Are we going to be washing giant blue cocks?" Keena asked.

I chuckled. "No, but that would be a nice way to spend our afternoon."

Not all my companions agreed. Two factions seemed to be forming among us: the "happy sluts" who enjoyed their work--led by myself and Keena, and the "it's a job" faction--led by a tall, thin woman who was a bit older. I didn't commit her name to memory because I was already stuffed to the ears with new names to remember and she didn't have my favorite memory aid.

As we walked through the corridors, our naked butts twitching and our tits swaying, we of course attracted attention. I think some folks were following us to see what the princess was up to this time. It warmed my belly thinking about that. But it also made me realize that, if any of us got waylaid by a blue man, it would likely be me.

In fact, one was heading straight at me now.

I closed quickly and got into his personal space and grabbed his cock. I looked up at him sideways. "You have a beautiful cock."

His arm went around me, holding me close.

"Can you spare a little while so I can show my friends something?"

He looked around finding himself surrounded by a troop of sluts. "Uh... sure."

"May I ask your name?"

"It's Fyn," he said. "You're the princess everyone talks about."

"Yes I am." I kissed his abs. He had very nice abs. "But I like to be 'Meg,' just one other slut in the mix."

Stroking his cock, I examined his member closely. It had a big mushroom head and thick veins running down his shaft. I said to my companions "Look at this ladies, note the big head and all those sexy veins?

"One way I remember names of these big brutes is by their cocks. You may think it silly and crude but it works for me.

"Fyn of the beautiful veiny cock with its mushroom head. Do you mind if we kiss it?"

"Uh... be my guest?"

I got down on my knees and took that big head in my mouth. I played with his pee hole with my tongue. I felt him shiver. I looked up at him and tried to smile around the massive thing but failed. Keena was already on her knees beside me. I passed the cock to her.

Keena went at it with her usual enthusiasm. So much so one of the girls tapped her on the shoulder and said "hey, my turn!"