King Thomas gave a drunken roar of laughter and beer spurted from his mouth as one of his many courtiers's told a particularly ribald joke. Old King Thomas had ruled the Kingdom for over twenty five years, since his surprising ascent to the throne following his father's death at a rather young age.
The feasting and drinking were in full swing in the royal meeting chamber, something of a regular occurrence in the many long years of Thomas's rule. To the King's left sat Queen Brianna, rolling her eyes in disgust at her husband's bawdy behaviour. The Queen was dressed in an emerald green gown that looked absolutely stunning. Her flawless features and long blonde hair, not to mention her enticingly curved figure and generous cleavage had given her the reputation as one of the most beautiful women in the kingdom. She was in her mid-thirties but still outshone almost every other lady of the court.
In her youth Brianna had been known as the Flower of Rhoyne, the most precious asset of her father, Duke Khalan's, dukedom. She was said to be the mostly beautiful women in the world. Brianna's hand had been gifted to King Thomas in exchange for an alliance between the Kingdom and Khalan's much smaller, independent dukedom. Brianna had only been eighteen at the time, but Thomas, more than a dozen years her senior, had instantly fallen in lust for dazzling, young beauty.
King Thomas had always been renowned for his veracious sexual appetite, he was even known for taking his more attractive noblewomen advisors right in the middle of holding court. Upon his marriage to the radiant Flower of Rhoyne his reputation diminished somewhat, but although King Thomas's public dalliances declined, the newly crowned Queen Brianna was not foolish enough to believe her husband monogamous.
The party was in full swing, sitting opposite Brianna was Lord Athan, one of the more powerful and trusted members of the Kingdom's nobility. The nobleman was well into his cups, his lips stained with red wine as he grabbed one of the serving girls and was busily trying to explore the generous contents of the inside of her bodice. Even Vania, the ambassador from the nearby Amazon tribes was getting into the spirit of the feast. The six and half foot tall, statuesque blonde had grabbed a young attendant by the belt and had her hand stuffed down the front of his trousers, fondling the heavily blushing servant.
"Well gentlemen, it has been another evening of excellent conversation," announced King Thomas as he lurched unsteadily to his feet and slammed his mug of beer down on the table in front of him. He turned to his sexy wife, Brianna, and pulled her to his feet. "Enough drinking for me, it is time to indulge in some other pleasures!"
Brianna shrieked in surprise as the King threw her over his shoulder and staggered out of the room, patting her on her shapely arse as he carried her off towards their bedchamber.
There was a slight cheer from the rowdy feasting hall as they departed.
The Queen rolled her eyes as the King carted her off to bed. The middle aged royal had an incessant sexual appetite, but fortunately for Brianna, who wasn't particular attracted to her overweight husband, these days he more often than not took his sexual pleasures elsewhere. In fact, his visits to her bed were much rarer than the early days of their marriage. However, whenever she was forced to suffer his boorish touch, Brianna tried to endure things with as much patience as she could muster, after all, it was her duty to please the king. When they were first married he had reminded her of that fact often, usually just prior to pushing her head down into his lap or sticking his cock into her ass.
King Thomas threw his beautiful wife face down on the bed and yanked the hem of her long green gown up around her waist, revealing her long slim legs and shapely posterior. He fumbled at his own pants and dropped them down around his ankles, before climbing forward and straddling her perfect round ass.
Thomas reached down and guided the tip of his already erect royal member between Brianna's parted thighs and gave a grunt of satisfaction as he pushed himself up into her cunt from behind, pinning her to the bed. The King wasn't well known for his prolonged foreplay these days; usually he jumped straight to the fucking. Of course, Brianna wasn't too worried about that, the thought of leaning under the royal beer belly and sucking on the royal cock didn't appeal to her in the slightest and she was actually quite grateful for the King's aversion to foreplay.
"Ah!" the Queen cried out as her coarse husband thrust into her, his cock surging deep inside her despite the rather awkward angle.
The King's belly shook as he started to rut against his beautiful wife, slamming his hard cock into her from behind. His breathing quickly became fast and shallow as the out of shape royal became tired.
"You go on top," he instructed his wife as he pulled out of her and lay back on the bed, breathing heavily with his cock pointing skywards, slick with their combined juices.
Brianna rolled her eyes, hardly impressed with her husband's stamina. She got up, holding her dress up around her waist and straddling her prone king. She reached down and guided his erection back into her pussy and slowly lowered herself down on him.
"That's good!" murmured King Thomas, his breathing still fast and heavy. He immediately reached up and squeezed Queen Brianna's lovely big tits through her dress, letting the large melons fill his palms. He then yanked down on the front of her dress, ripping the material as her big breasts popped free, ruining the bodice of her expensive gown.
Brianna began to ride him, bouncing on his hard cock as she closed her eyes in mock arousal and he roughly played with her ample tits. Her thoughts drifted as she imagined she was riding the hard cock of a brave and handsome young knight rather than her middle aged husband, and her hand slipped down between her firm, creamy thighs and started to stroke her clit.
She was just starting to get into things when the King suddenly gave her nipples a particularly hard pinch. Her eyes opened as she saw Thomas arch his back on the bed and his cock lurched inside her.
"Argh!" groaned Thomas, his lustful grunt actually sounded more like a gurgle. His hands dropped away from her bust, falling to his sides as his eyes rolled back in head.
Brianna rolled her hips, grinding her cunt down hard on his stiff erection in an effort to push him over the edge.
Thomas lay still, his tongue poking out slightly from between his lips, a dribble of saliva running from the corner of his motionless mouth.
Something was wrong. "Thomas?" asked Brianna aloud, stopping riding his dick.
The Queen reached out, touching her husband's mouth. She couldn't feel his breath against her hand.
"Thomas?" she repeated, a little louder and slightly anxious now.
She slapped his chest. No response.
"Thomas!" it was more an alarmed shriek now. Her husband was dead.
Queen Brianna was a deathly pale as she lifted herself up off the corpse's cock, her pussy making a slight squelching noise.
The King was dead!
Long live the Queen!?
***
Bishop Davidian tightened his grip on his assistant's hair and pushed his cock deeper into her throat, causing her to gag slightly. The pretty young priestess, Sister Cathlen, breathed through her nose as the Bishop drove his cock lustfully into her mouth, face fucking her vigorously.
The Bishop was standing in the centre of his office and his lovely assistant was on her knees at his feet. They were both still wearing their priestly robes, although the skirts of Davidian's deep crimson robe was hiked up around his waist, his skinny white legs and thrusting genitals exposed.
