Cuckhold Kingdom Pt 01

Cuckold Kingdom Part One

(c) 2024 by TeddySmutWriter. All rights reserved.

This story is set in a magical kingdom where all the same 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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My Nearly Idyllic Life

Tags: First Time, Nonhuman, anal insertion

I'm a princess. My life is an easy one. I don't have to worry about my next meal or how I'm going to satisfy the taxman. My father, King Andus "The Just" of Fairmantle, owns the taxman.

All my worries are social: Who is saying what about me. Which parts of my wardrobe are out of date. Who would make the most suitable marriage for both myself and the kingdom.

That last one is quite vexing. Now that I am of legal age I have suddenly become bombarded with suitors. Many have sent portraits asking one in return. It would be impolite not to do so. My parents hired the most prolific painter in the Western Kingdoms, Damius, who did do portraits but made his money producing ridiculously erotic tableaux for a certain discreet market. My parents, as proper as they are, were oblivious to this. Otherwise they would not have sent me off to the royal hunting lodge with him when he asserted that he needed someplace to work without distraction.

I knew the moment when Damius took my hand in his long sure fingers and held me overlong that he wanted to seduce me. No, more than that, he wanted to corrupt me. I felt a buzzing in my ears. Magic? Or just my own fevered desire?

He was a tall, lanky man with a long nose, swept back hair and arched eyebrows. His smile was toothy and wicked. His ears had just the hint of a point.

My parents, of course, did take precautions to protect their maiden princess. My personal bodyguards were four very senior and very married veterans: Awer, Ruen, Drimmer and Triq. Four stalwart men who could resist my most powerful flirtations. But even beyond that was my personal companion and magic tutor Lady Deema.

She was married to the Lord High Magistrate for the Eastern Ridings and had three children. More importantly, she possessed powerful magic. I had seen her stop a towering oak in mid fall with just a simple gesture. Any raging monster that got past my bodyguards didn't stand a chance against her. And I was her avid student.

We had been at the hunting lodge, a sprawling manse of country stone, for eight days now. It had been amusing watching Lady Deema and Damius circle me like a sheep dog and a wolf. My mentor was steadfast in her duties and Damius rarely managed to get past her and only as much a brushing touch or to murmur a saucy question. To date his greatest victory was slipping an intensely erotic novel titled Castaway Countess with a false cover titled Lady Amita's Guide For Young Brides into my bed.

I loved it. Not just for the dirty parts but also for clever stratagems the protagonist used to achieve her desires.

Today we were in the stables practicing what Deema called the three most basic and useful spells for ladies: Calm, Cleanse, and Makewell.

I was dressed in my split russet riding skirt and matching vest with an off white linen blouse and dark brown boots. My curly dark hair was in a ponytail. I also had on a silver and malachite choker with matching earrings.

Overdressed much? Indeed.

Damius was going to make another of his exquisite portraits. The secret of the artist's productivity was a minor spell he called Tableau. When the moment of composition and light were perfect he could evoke the spell and set a perfect image in his memory forever. He did not need to come back day after day to get the same light. In this case it was the late afternoon sun descending in a broad beam from a hole in the rafters. Dust motes sparkled in that light. Damius came over a carefully placed a tiny piece of hay in my hair near my shoulder.

"Don't brush it away." Damius nodded to Lady Deema who was standing nearby tapping her foot.

"Bring out the horse," Deema called.

A groom led out a dark chestnut mare with a blaze and one white stocking. The fellow held her lead firmly as she was on the edge of rearing. Some fool had put a saddle over a boil from a horsefly bite. Now she had an awful sore.

I started to approach the poor creature but Lady Deema stopped me. "Remember my dear, first Calm, then Cleanse, and finally Makewell. The formula works equally--"

"--well for horses and small children." I finished for her.

I stepped forward cautiously as the mare rolled her eyes and set her back legs to rear.

I cast the spell.

Only one front hoof came off the ground. Behind me I heard Dameous say "yessss!"

The mare planted all her feet and shook herself. I moved closer and examined the wound. There were flies and dirt and sweat and weeping pus. It smelled as awful as it looked.

I cast the second spell--Cleanse. This did take a small but noticeable time to work. Finally I cast Makewell to finish the task. It was as if the sore had never been. I smiled in satisfaction and offered the beast an apple from the pocket of my skirt. Lady Deema clapped her hands. "Bravo darling."

"Brilliant!" Damius proclaimed. "This will be even better than the bath scene. Any equestrian suitor will be imediately smitten upon sight of it!"

Regardless of Damius's opinion, the bath scene was my favorite portrait.

We are civilized people here in the Western Kingdoms. We bathe regularly. That occurs mostly in public bathhouses where whole families bathe together. So public nudity is not taboo when done in carefully controlled circumstances. And, believe me, Lady Deema was carefully controlling the circumstances.

Or so she thought.

The portrait, already done, showed me naked with my hair in a bun getting into the big round wooden tub in the lodge's private garden. I had "Lady Amita's guide" clutched to my chest and raft of floating rose petals obscuring what lay below the surface of the water. My face and chest glowed pink. My eyes were slits and I was biting my lip.

In the Castaway Countess there is a scene where the protagonist needed to smuggle gold past the guards of a prison. She had carefully stacked gold coins in an old silk stocking and shoved it up her bum. I just had to know if this was actually practical as opposed the author's fancy. It was indeed doable and I had thirty-seven gold suns in my bottom as I carefully eased myself in the warm water.

Sun coins are not very large but gold is heavy. The intrusion in my backside was not painful and the weight of it was actually comforting. So it was them and the sheer naughtiness of it all that had me so flushed.

I'm sure Lady Deema knew I was fingering myself gently under the water throughout the bath but said nothing. A quite orgasm in the bath is a Lady's prerogative after all.

The shifting stack of coins were so nice they still comforted me now as I watched Damius happily measuring and and sketching on his canvas.

Damius turned and stepped close to retrieve his precious bit of hay. I murmured to him "I think I am ready."

"Where would be the most ironic place to lose your virginity?" Damius asked.

I stood and put a finger to my chin and scrunch my brows into my cutest thinking face. "Hmm... hmm... I know! In a cherry tree!"

So that became our plan. That night after the whole lodge was asleep, we slipped out the back to the old cherry tree I had climbed as a girl.

I climbed to the highest substantial bough and laid back against it, propped my bare foot on a branch for stability, and threw open my night robe to display my body in all its naked glory to the moon and Damius, my agent of deflowering.

Damius groaned "Oh what a pity!"

"A pity sir?"

"I cannot capture this moment for eternity," he said. "If I do I will lose this afternoon's tableau."

A pity indeed, but far less a pity then what I had climbed up here for. I was ready enough to be penetrated--proved by the lips of my cunny glistened in the moonlight. So why hadn't my need yet been fulfilled? "You see before you all of mine, show me yours!"

Damius released the front flap of his breeches and his penis tumbled out.

I stared. It wasn't huge, maybe a bit above average per my bathhouse experience. But it was very strange. "You're not human!"

"Not entirely," Damius said. "This does not frighten you off, I trust?"

"Will it damage me in any way?" I asked. It was dark and I couldn't see it clearly but the head was very pointy like a hedgehog's actual head and was surrounded by frills. I held out my hand and beckoned with my fingers.

"Not at all." He obliged, leaning forward from his position against the main trunk of tree.

"Will it spoil me for other men?" The thing in my hand was soft and cuddly with a stiffening core. Behind the head the shaft had a pattern of crescents resembling scales but soft to the touch. In its alien way it was cute.

"I certainly hope not!" Damius said. "My goal is to corrupt you, not encage you."

"Are you a Demon then?" As I ran my finger tips on his organ I could swear the tiny frills surrounding the head grasped at me and the entire piece wiggled in my hand.

"No, my one--count them: one--nonhuman ancestor was certainly not a demon." He said. "Corrupting maidens is just a hobby, not an avocation."

I considered taking him in my mouth--something I had read about and fantasized about but had never done. That would have to wait for another day as leaning forward on the bough would have been awkward or even unsafe. Instead I braced my other foot on the main trunk, opening my legs wide for him. "Well get to my corrupting then."

And then his face was right there beside mine. His breath smelled of the sweet wine we'd had for dinner. It was scary and also exciting, like standing on the edge of a cliff steeling yourself to dive into deep water.

The snout of his remarkable tool was snuffling up against my love bead, looking for entry.

"Do you want me go in slow or fast my little slut?" He asked. No one had ever before called me slut to my face.

"You are the knowing one here," I said. "Do as you will, but do it as we kiss."

His mouth mounted mine. His tongue took liberties. As I was fencing off his tongue, his manhood rammed home. I made a muffled sound, somewhere between a cry and a grunt. The pain was sharp and sudden but began to fade quickly.

When fully inside me, filling me up, he held himself still inside me. "Do you like that? Do you like my cock in your cunt?"

More crude words. This was not some silly romance with overly clever euphemisms. "Yes! Fill my... cunt with your freakish... prick you evil bastard."

"Good girl." Damius started to stroke. This is nice, I thought, very nice.

Below I heard a rustling then a gasp. I looked down to see Lady Deema's pale face looking up at me.

"Princess Megreiya Divant Overfield what are you doing?"

"I'm pretty sure I'm fucking." I wiggled my pelvis. I looked Damius in his laughing eyes. "Would you say we're fucking?"

"I would say so." He rammed his strange tool into me hard.

"Consensus is I'm fucking," I said. "As the mother of three children I should think you would recognize the activity."

"Don't sass me!" A bead of light pierced my left buttock. It felt like a stinging slap. Under these circumstances it was a pleasing sensation.

"Do that again!" I said. "On the right this time."

My mentor's voice was pleading on the edge of becoming a wail. "Why do you do this?"

"To satisfy my curiosity." I tried something I had read in one of the naughty books I found on the top shelf in the library: I squeezed my ass sphincter to see if my cunny would match it. Damius's eyes lit up.

"So far I'm liking it." I continued the squeezing alternating with wiggling and thrusting up against my partner of the moment. "Your little magical spank added a certain something. So does just conversing with you while Damius is pounding into my sex. All of it good. I think I will be doing--uhh so good--this a lot."

"Surely you realize the consequences?" she asked. Proof of my lack of virginity would of course invalidate any serious marriage contract.

"What of them? You yourself taught me the spell to make it seem this never happened."

Damius wisely stayed out of the conversation as he stroked his not entirely human penis in my vagina. Those odd scale like features had swollen to brush my inner walls while those feelers along his helmet were poking at odd moments in odd places. The circus going on in my cunny had my rapt attention. My ability and desire for clever conversation was rapidly receding.

"Oh you silly silly girl," she said. "This is the Twelfth Century. We don't bother with crude tactile examinations or inspect the marriage bed sheets for blood. Any reputable diviner would undo you in a moment."

My half lidded eyes went wide. I had not thought of that. Somehow I managed to say "Perhaps you are right."

"The damage is done. You might as well enjoy your fun." She turned away. A few steps and then she suddenly turned back. "Remember, Calm, Cleanse then Makewell."

I felt guilt and sadness. My brain was roiled by the astounding sensations from my cunny--cunt. Tomorrow. I would think about it. "Fuck me harder you ugly corrupting bastard!"

"Surely not 'ugly?'" He slammed into me. I grunted.

"Harder!" My head was buzzing yet I felt like I was racing naked a sandy beach at dawn--free of all care.

As I felt something far bigger than any quite orgasm in my bath, I started to growl out one more "Hard--OH!"

I shook so hard I almost fell out of the tree. Damius held me there until I stopped. Somewhere while shaking he had squirted a good quantity of semen into me.

"A cherry tree is not a good place to cuddle," he said. He coaxed me down and led me to a stone bench. I crawled into his lap and we cuddled.

Damius held me and muttered nice things in my ear. Perhaps I am naive but I felt he was sincere. The words that warmed my belly the most were that he was proud of me. I reached up to pull him down to give him a loving kiss and said "we should go in before the comes guard on rounds."

As we approached the back door of the manse we came upon Drimmer, one of my guards. "Sleep well Princess."

The next day, just as the house was stirring, a messenger came pounding down the tract from the royal road. He had a simple message from my father:

"We are invaded. Return IMMEDIATELY!"

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My Life Completely Changes Overnight. To Be Fair, So Does Everyone Else's.

Tags: Non-erotic, Violence

That faithful day I rode with Lady Deema and my guard to the city. The rest of my entourage was to follow in the wagons. We six riders got inside the gates just before the strange invaders closed their siege by setting up camps outside of crossbow range opposite each city gate. I was soon among the many curious mingled with the militiamen on the walls.

A large blue man, seven feet tall or more, and completely naked, walked up to the main gate. He said "I am Preno and I speak for the Blue Company."

Preno was a fine figure of a man, a sculptor's dream. His endowment was far more than fine, hanging halfway to his knees. I could not help but lick my lips and bite my lip. Looking around I saw I was not alone.

Preno formerly handed over a list of demands. These were conveyed to my father in the palace. The Royal Herald returned with father's reply and read it aloud. "His Royal Highness Andus Third of That Name appreciates that the Blue Company would desire brides from our midst for they are surely the most comely women in the Western Kingdoms. Unfortunately fulfilling that levy would be singularly unjust on those chosen and their families. Therefore we must politely decline your request."

Preno returned to his camp. There was lots of movement between the enemy camps but no moves against our walls.

In the early afternoon our knights sortied out the main gate and formed a line. Even as they were forming up the blue men hit them from three sides and routed them. The fleeing knights were jammed up against the closed gates with enemy mixed among them. It was a great slaughter. When most of the knights were down our crossbowmen were able to get clear shots and drove the blue warriors off.

Then, as the sun was setting, a commotion erupted at the other end of the city, near the palace. The walls there where thinly guarded because they were on top of a high bluff. I'm told the enemy split and advanced atop the walls throwing those militiamen who didn't run bodily into the streets below. A separate group of the invaders entered the palace. When all the gates were taken they were thrown open for the blue men to march in.

People, including me, fled to avoid the anticipated rapine and slaughter.

It didn't come. Instead the blue men drove everyone down the streets chanting "Go to the palace! Your king will speak!"

The courtyard of the palace is large, it often held most of the city's people on occaisions when the king would speak. Now, like all those other times, the great fountain of three twelve foot naked dryads pouring water from their jars so that those near it could hear the speaker on the balcony.

I was in the crowd when my father and mother emerged onto the balcony. Beside them stood Preno. My father spoke.

"We are conquered."

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What's A Conquered Princess To Do?

Tags: Domination, Submission, Free Use, Public Nudity, BDSM

My father continued: "In order to avoid further bloodshed, Preno and I have come to an agreement. I will continue to reign as your monarch but the Blue Company will rule. As much as it can, life will continue as before. Our conquerors will not interfere with us so long as their needs are met. Every effort will be made to do that without resorting to any form of coercion."

I was numb. Conflicted.

My heart bled for the kingdom and our dead. I had seen the horror of our knights being slaughtered before our very gates. Among them were many men I knew.

But I am a lustful woman and the sight of those massive male organs made me shiver with delight. Was I evil for lusting after the killers of my people?

History is full of conquered nations. Somehow those women made lives afterwards. Maybe not good lives. But we are here because they did. We would have to do the same.

I cast Calm on myself. Since I was standing near the fountain I washed the tears from my face and dried it with the sleeve of my tunic.

I looked up to see my parents had surrendered the balcony to Preno. He had been speaking.

"...women of childbearing age will now please move into the Grand Ballroom. We will sort you all out there. Everyone else may go home."

I looked around. People were complying. Whatever he had been saying before had somehow convinced everyone to accept his outrageous directions. Or perhaps it was our very nature. We of Freemantle are a very orderly people who will follow reasonable directions without umbrage. We know we are. We often joke about it. Getting groups of us to cooperate with silly directions is called a "Freemantle Fire Drill." I wondered if our famous pliability was what had brought the blue men down upon us.

I followed the other women into ballroom. Imagine a huge shiny wooden dance floor with an orchestral stand at one end. This was embraced by a pair of curved stairways leading up to the balcony that surrounded the room. I remembered coming down the left stairs dressed all in white with pearls in my hair upon my Presentation.