Cuchold Ingdom

Cuckold Kingdom Part Two

(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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I meet Brune, the ugliest man I've ever met, and fuck him.

Tags: Public sex, consensual non-consent, exhibitionism

With tears in my eyes I stomped off to my rooms. Both Jan and Nua were there somehow squeezed into the comfy chair. They were like cats those two. I woke them up. "From now on, if you're clean, you may sleep in my bed."

"Did you have a good time?" Jan asked.

"Would you like some breakfast?" Nua asked.

"Not as much I would have liked and yes to breakfast." Nua scurried off.

"Smell my hair," I bent over at the waist.

Jan gave it a whiff. "Smells a little like... pee?"

"I thought I got it all out," I said. "What can we do about it?"

"Obviously we wash your hair again, getting in all the way down to your scalp. Take a while to dry tho."

About an hour later my hair had been fussed over to the point where it smelled of lilac instead of piss but was still slightly damp. I'd also had a bowl of fruit, oatmeal and cream. The breakfast had its usual effect on my body--in with the new, out with the old. After that I was finally ready to sally forth in search of cock.

One cock. I was all on board with fully servicing any member of the Blue Company but I was concerned I might get involved with a pecking order thing if I went wherever they were in numbers. I wanted to find the ones who would lose out on the "fuck the princess" competition in a crowd. So I went through the back hallways looking for a loner. I would take on a bevy of them if things fell that way but what I wanted to do was make a single seven foot tall naked blue warrior with a prodigious cock very happy.

Most of the people I passed where clothed castle staff. Occasionally I passed a concubine. Maybe they were taking a well needed rest. Maybe they were shirking. Maybe they were lost. I checked in with them and gave directions to food and a place to sleep as best I could. One said she was hiding from a particularly ugly specimen. I asked where and she pointed.

I went that way. I came to an intersection and saw a blue man receding down the opposite corridor. I kept walking and called out "excuse me sir, can I help you find something?"

He stopped and turned. I stopped.

His head was slightly tilted to the right. The whole right side of his face was scarred horribly. His mouth on that side drooped. His left eye was blue and his right one yellow. Everything else about him was middle of the road seven foot tall blue warrior with a prodigious cock. In this case it was sort of boat shaped, thin at both ends and thick in the middle. The top side of it even a little flattened to make it more boat like.

His voice was raspy. "Why aren't you running?"

"Why should I be running?" I resumed walking.

"This." He waved a hand over his disfigurement.

"Did you commit some horrendous evil and get punished by a god?"

"Damned if I know. Feels like it."

I got up to him and put an arm around his back. "May I ask what did happen?"

"Boiling oil. Fellow next to me took the brunt and died screaming." The mobile side of his face grew sad with the memory. "I got a splatter and Enus slapped cold mud on me to cool it down. Worked but they had to give me a new eye."

"May I touch it?" I asked gently.

"Go ahead."

I ran my fingers over his scars. It felt like rawhide. "So all the girls run away?"

He smiled "But I usually catch them. I hold them until they calm down before I proceed."

"Do you like chasing naked women?"

His face lit up even more. "It feels like I really earned it when I get to..."

"Fuck them?" I grasped his cock. It twitched under my hand. "I'm a slut, I like dirty talk."

He grabbed my still damp hair. "What's your name slut?"

Yes! "Megreiya or Meg if you like."

"You're the princess!" he said. "Why aren't you upstairs fucking the Trusted Ones?"

I looked up at him shyly. "I was a virgin two days ago. I haven't yet had a blue cock in me and I want to start with just one, not a dozen."

He looked around dubious. There were a few doors to storerooms but they were kept locked. "I suppose here would do as much as anywhere..."

I sighed. "What's your name?"

"Brune."

"Brune, If you want to fuck me here, fuck me here," I said. "Don't ever sound indecisive. It's a fast way to lose the moment."

"It's just that I've never had someone so... cooperative before." Brune stroked my hair. "We never talked about it before hand."

"I understand." Each of us was inexperienced in our own way. I kissed his pectoral. "Would you like to chase me for that extra rush you like?"

Brune's face lit up as if he was about to say something enthusiastic but stopped himself. He stood up strait and slapped my butt. "I'll give you a ten count."

I ran to the intersection and turned around. He was still counting. I stuck my thumbs in my ears and waggled my fingers. "Nyah nyah, can't catch me!"

To my left the corridor led to the stairs to the kitchen. I ran that way, up the stairs and bursting through the door into the steamy, frantically busy room. Everything stopped and people gaped at me. I saw a big bowl of apples and a concubine in an apron slowly peeling them. I grabbed an armful and ran out the opposite door.

On my left, through an archway, was the informal dining room. Ahead was the door to the formal dining room. To my right was the door to the staff dining room. It was the busiest so I went in there. More sudden silence and gaping faces. I ran to the far side of the room near the tall windows looking out onto the rear balcony. These were open to catch the breeze and a gauzy curtain wrapped itself around me as I watched the hallway.

When Brune came out of the kitchen I threw an apple at his head.

Brune caught the apple with one hand and took a bite out of it. He advanced into the room. After a few bites he tossed the core on the nearest table. I dodged behind a table filled with people, all of whom dispersed like cats out of a bag. This room had only two doors, both on the corridor to the Formal dining room. I faked to the far door and Brune was suddenly there standing before it. I faked to the right, then to the left, and then ducked out the open window to the balcony overlooking the back garden.

The apples tumbled from my arms as I crawled through. I managed to pick up three by the time Brune started to climb through the window. His baldric caught on the window frame. I threw an apple at his head. This time it smashed on his crown.

It was a short run along the balcony to the big double doors to the formal dining room. I pulled one open and dashed inside. A long table lined with fifty chairs ran the length of the room. At the near end sat my fathers larger throne like seat. I ducked down behind it. When Brune entered I rose and tossed an apple. He slapped it aside. There was a fierce gleam in his eyes.

A few brave and curious souls had followed him in from the balcony. Likewise the door toward the kitchen corridor opened and people crept in.

Crawling under the table I taunted "Aww... did the widdle apple hurt the big bad Brune?"

"Come out little slut, it's time for a good fucking."

I popped up on a chair on the opposite side of him then hopped onto the shiny wood table top. Behind me the doors to the ballroom opened and more people came in.

I threw my last apple. "It's always time for a good fucking."

Brune easily caught the apple. "I should shove this one up you ass."

Not. I clasped my hands behind my back and traced my big toe along the grain of shiny wooden tabletop. "If you were a real meanie you'd make me eat it with your cum on it."

Brune laughed. "Deal."

He took off his baldric and tossed it onto the table. The sword in its scabbard scritched along the tabletop. The audience gasped. Lewd sexual behavior was one thing, but scratch the most prestigious table in the kingdom?--horrors!

Brune made a standing leap up onto the table and grabbed my arm. "Gotcha."

"Yes you have." I plastered myself against him. I ran my big toe along his instep and hefted his beautiful blue man meat. I murmured into his chest "Please go slow, I'm not ready."

Brune's hand probed my slit from behind. He had a thoughtful look on his face that almost made me giggle. "Almost there, better safe than sorry."

Someone said "I think they're going to do it right here."

"Yes," I said. I fondled Brune's balls. "We're going to fuck here right on the formal dining room table. In front of what looks like... thirty people. You're all welcome to watch."

A woman in the back started to speak: "Aren't you afraid word will--"

"Yes!" I cut her off. I stroked Brune's cock. He was idly fingering my backside. "I'm afraid word won't spread clearly and honestly. Please tell anyone who asks what happened here, in as much detail as you like. This is our lives now. The sooner we accept it, the better."

Brune grabbed my hair. "Clif was right, you talk too much."

Clif? Oh... yes. Dick bent to the left. I said "so shut me up then."

I expected to be forced down to suck his cock. Instead he got down on his knees. "Come here."

When I got close Brune grabbed my left leg and threw it over his shoulder. I grabbed the top of his head for balance. His head was still too high for him. He grabbed my ass with both hands and lifted me up. "Put your foot on my thigh."

I wobbled there on one leg "I don't think this is going to--yeet!"

Something long, wet and squirmy inserted itself into my cunt. I held onto his head for dear life. Brune's tongue found its way to that spongy bit at the top of my tunnel and rubbed it. I grunted. Everything about the Blue Men was big but this... His tongue was about as big as the average man's cock. How? That's as far as I got as his upper lip rubbed against my pearl--my clit.

Not accidentally either. His nose was in my bush and it too was rubbing very slightly back and forth. It was like rubbing your belly in circles and patting the top of your head. It takes practice. Brune was obviously well practiced. And it was having its effect.

The buzzing was back. The world narrowed down from the giant room to just Brune and I. As the waves of pleasure began surging higher and higher the world narrowed further to just my cunt and clit and... tits. My nipples were painfully hard.

I let go Brune's head and pinched my nipples hard.

"I'm going to... to... yes!" I was wracked by powerful contractions in my cunt. The heal of my left foot pounded Brune's back. My right knee wobbled alarmingly. If not for Brune's hands, which were as steady as a blacksmith's anvil, I would have fallen.

I was aware of a noise... applause? I looked around and saw a few people were actually clapping. Some, a very few, were scowling. Most were just staring goggle-eyed. Running my fingers through my hair, I smiled up at the ceiling. It was painted like the sky. I spread my arms wide and then my legs, touching my toes, trusting Brune completely with my balance.

Brune lowered me to his lap. His long shaft was very hard and trapped between us as I kissed his glistening face.

"Are you ready?"

I nodded maybe five or six times.

Brune lifted me back up just enough. Holding onto his shoulders I I tried to brace my feet on the table but the smooth wood was now somehow wet and slippery. I finally found the center of my balance over Brune's cock. "Hold my feet."

Brune's big hands clamped around my ankles.

This was the moment--the big blue cockhead poised at my puffy pussy lips moment.

Was I ready for this?

"Go as slow as you want," Brune said.

Giving him a weak smile I teased my cunt lips with the head, trying to see if it wanted to slip in on its own. It didn't but it kept wanting to stop at my orifice and try. I took the hint and pushed a little. There was a little stretching pain but not much.

Did it feel good? It was more like my vagina had a mind of its own and was yearning to complete a task. Maybe... maybe... pop. Yes! The head was in.

Not exactly what I expected, but not bad. I pushed on... down.

Little by little I descended on Brune's cock. Because it was thicker in the middle the stretching at my opening became more noticeable. But another feeling, that of being filled, began to hold sway, getting louder as I descended.

So loud, so bright, so big inside my head the rest of my senses barely registered. Nothing else mattered.

I was barely aware I was saying things out loud but didn't care. The only voice I heard was my cunt screaming "more!"

I pushed down more and the fattest part of his shaft came up against my opening and stopped all progress. I tried wiggling and rocking my hips but it didn't help. I backed off a little and pushed down hard, relaxing my legs to put more weight on it.

Suddenly I was slipping down Brune's cock like I was sliding down a snow covered hill. The head pushed past under my cervix, something I had never thought possible, and hit the final end of my vagina. "Whoa!"

The walls of my cunt were pulsing in tune with the pulsing in my ears as I felt the rising of the pleasure flood to come.

Brune let go of my ankles and pulled me against his chest. I looked up at him and smiled a lust drunk smile. He looked back down at me and his face, all of it, was beautiful to me. "You are such a handsome bastard."

His one mobile eyebrow quirked up.

Searching for my clit with one hand I realized, as full as I was, Brune still had two inches of his shaft left out in the cold. Yet the part that was in me felt like it fit like the clever pegs of a cabinet maker. My last semi-rational thought was of a wooden mallet pounding a peg into a tight hole in time to the pounding of my blood in my ears and the pulsing of my pussy. Then the black sun in my head exploded.

It wasn't that I passed out, I just went into a blissful state with no cares or desires but full of cock. When I did open my eyes I saw a purple nipple on a bulging blue pectoral. I started sucking on it.

Brune seemed to take this as a signal to start pumping in and out of me slowly. That was nice as in "very nice."

I realized I said that out loud. Big fingers combed through my hair. Looking up at his face I said "You want to cum in me?"

"Oh yes." His rhythm picked up. "Won't be long."

"I think I'll come again myself."

"Be my guest."

Brune cupped the back of my head and suddenly the world turned upside down. My back was on the hardwood table and Brune was thrusting down into me. I raised my knees to rotate my spine flat on the unyielding wood. That made his thrusting far more effective. I raised my ankles and Brune captured my legs in the crooks of his elbows, tilting my bottom up off the wood. This was even better--his entire shaft was now going all the way in.

He was slipping easily into my wet and welcoming tunnel but pulling out the central bulge of his cock resisted going through my gateway ring--an interesting and enhancing feeling.

I started rubbing myself with two fingers. An entirely different kind of pleasure wave began to build. I started coaching my cunt over the top. "Come on baby, you can do it... almost there."

"Yeah I am," Brune agreed. "Soon... soon."

He started pounding into me. "Yes Brune, you fucker, you bastard, fuck me harder. Harder! Unga!"

My cunt grabbed at his cock and I came hard. Brune accepted my invitation to plunge all the way in. His cock pulsed and I was flooded with his sperm.

I laughed for joy of being well and truly fucked and turned my head to see who was still watching.

Rufe was standing there, his huge purple tool semi-erect. "You about done Mudface?"

"Just about Plums." Brune said. He started to pull out. It felt like my cunt was screaming "No, no, no! Stay! Was it something I said?"

I could actually feel the air flowing into my gaping cunt. I had never felt so empty. All good moods must come to an end.

"Hello Rufe," I said. "Is it next week already?"

"Preno sent me to track you down," he said. "He sent you to bathe but you never came back."

"He never said to," I said.

"Nonetheless you are wanted." Rufe looked at Brune. "Muds?"

"Just one more thing..." Brune found the last apple and pressed it against my cunt lips. "Open slut."

I spread my legs wide, toes pointing to each side, reveling in my sluthood. I was still gaping a little and, when Brune pushed, the apple popped right in. "If you drop it you will still have to eat it with whatever dirt it picks up, so don't drop it."

Rufe laughed and grabbed my hair, dragging me from the room.

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I Go To An Important Meeting

Tags: fellatio, exhibitionism, cuckold

Rufe dragged me through the busy hallways of the palace with my head held just high enough to keep my feet under me but not high enough engage with the world around me. I saw lots of carpet and wood flooring and many many feet. Some bare, some shod. Most of them scooted out of our way.

Then there was Rufe's massive thigh swinging back and forth almost against my ear. When his leg was to the rear I could also see his huge purple cock and those plum like balls of his.

We stopped as some workmen carried something large past. I said "I want to lick your balls."

"Of course you do."

"May I?" I asked. "Right now?"

"We're late," he said. "You're late."

"Where are we going?"

"Privy Conference." There was frustration in his voice. The first piece of furniture had turned into a parade of them. He could hardly ask them to step aside because there was nowhere to go.

"I know a shortcut."

"What's that?"

Pointing to a door out onto the front balcony. "There's another door off the balcony ten yards down that leads to the hallway just near the conference room."

We went that way. The sun warmed flagstones were rough against my bare feet. I marveled at the way the sun played across my captor's dark anatomy, particularly his swinging meat. I wished I had Damius's Tableau spell to fix it in my memory forever.

Back inside it was just a few steps to the conference door. A blue man and one of the royal guards were standing watch beside it. Inside was a long table with chairs on the far side. Preno sat in the center chair. To his right sat my father and to the left my mother. The chancellor sat to my father's right and a blue man I had never met but somehow contrived to look like a seven foot tall over-muscled clerk. Beyond my mother sat the Seneschal, the Vice Seneschal and the Assistant Vice Seneschal. Against the wall behind was a line of chairs where various clerk types with folios of papers and such. Everyone stared at us as we entered. When Rufe stopped I went to my knees so I could see everything and straighten my back.

Rufe said "259 per your request."

"Where was she hiding?" Preno asked.

You could hear the grin in Rufe's voice. "Underneath Brune on top of the really long table in the really big dining room."

"The Formal Dining Room?" my mother asked. Her voice was incredulous, like I had violated some sacred space. Perhaps to her I had.