"So," Marcos said turning back to Queen di Sellis and looking around the women assembled. "Who do you think I should kill to set the balance back?"
The Queen beamed and leapt into him hugging his chest his arms. "You're so understanding. You're like a breeze of reassurance that this dark time is finally over."
The odd sensation of flesh contact alerted him that his improperly stowed cock had found its way between them. The sweet smelling Queen clung to him tightly as his cock went to instant full mast demanding attention. The Queen hugged him tighter and rocked into him rubbing his cock into her cleavage.
"Oh yes thank you. What a man you are." She murmured into him and he felt her hands snake around for his cock. "Anything, I will do anything..." She whispered.
The stress of the day and the evening's lunacy made him relax in the awkward situation. The useless tease he fucked earlier got him primed quickly and he quickly lost any concern for what happened. Marcos leaned back closing his eyes as the Queen's body slid down. His cock hit open air suddenly and for a moment, around him the room was completely silent. He felt his cock slide into something warm and wet as gasps went all around the room.
He looked down and saw Mara bobbing daintily on whatever meat she could get. Under her, the Queen's fist pumped, only letting her suck the head and some of his shaft. The Queen had straightened and her dress had fallen to her waist. She looked unaware of her exposure as she fixated on him. Next to him, Kaarthen watched the activities grinning like the worst sort of pervert.
"Slow down," the Queen breathed and squirmed out of her gown. Her svelte pale body was petite and pale. Her breasts were like small teardrops with dark pink nipples, and her waist was slender. She had a flat stomach that belied her brief period of pregnancy, and a small blond bob of thin pubic hair covered her womanhood.
She snaked down onto his body and straddled him. She studied his face and ran her fingers through his hair. Her eyes glittered as she looked down all over at him.
"Will my son have your divine eyes?" She asked quietly dropping down onto his cock.
Unlike the scag from earlier, she was as tight as Mara and wet enough that it didn't matter. When she was almost halfway down his length, she dropped her head next to his but kept pushing. Marcos could hear her breath in his ear as they worked together. The scent of strawberry wine on her breath tickled him.
He was too backed up with cum to care that the matrons of Sellis' upper society watched them fuck. The Queen barely started moving before he came finally. He almost blacked out with an intense orgasm as she rose and dropped into him. She rode him through it and bit his shoulder as she came, and was rewarded with another release of a fresh cum load. His cum filled and leaked out of her. Behind them Mara leaned in and worked diligently sucking and licking off excess. Mara used a technique she learned from aiding Kaarthen and her flickering tongue lashed the Queen's rosebud making her jump and twitch. Her jerky movements and clenching pussy released more cum for Mara as the Queen came in fits and starts.
She rolled over with Marcos and he got on top to drill into her. They kissed as he held her knees open and back. He licked her face and neck cleaning off her sweat like a loving mate trying to keep her conscious. Her legs and arms snaked around him and tightened until he again pumped a load into her. The spurts never seemed to stop and the sensation of hot cum flowing into her shooting up against her cervix was exactly what her body craved to get off a big one once more. Under him, she chewed a hole into a pillow trying to stay quiet as she thrashed and flopped.
"Mom?!?" The prince cried from the back of the room.
Instantly, the maidens closed in and redirected the prince telling him his mother was napping.
The startled matrons straightened skirts and brushed back hair. Marcos was rolled off the Queen onto his back but he found another willing hole for his cock as Mara shoved it all down her throat after crawling onto his chest. Kaarthen lay down next to him and fished out slices of wet mango for him, which helped ease the hangover developing.
"I want you to stay with me in the Palace. We have much more to discuss." The Queen whispered after getting dressed. Quietly the women around them left and went to sit in the larger room.
They joined later, and found that nothing had changed. Marcos noted the King leering at him as he moved to sit in the couches with the women. Mara sat in his lap and Kaarthen sat on his left in the couch. In the couch across the Queen entertained the prince. Marcos learned a lot about the boy from watching them. In particular, he noted the Queen still treated him as if he was four.
After the prince left, she addressed Marcos and Kaarthen conspiratorially. "Look at the fool. He tried to kill my baby because he knows I want him dead." The Queen looked at the King laughing in the back of the room with undisguised hatred. Around her, the other women quietly listened and drank tea.
She turned and with an appraising look, she ran her eyes over him again. "You may not be able to kill him in a challenge, but he has people around him that must be dealt with." She continued.
"Like Partez Rocert?" Marcos ventured.
"Him? Yes. That is his uncle. The fool is lulled by him into believing and signing anything." She said leaning back. "I fear an entire family is behind the guild however. Which one is unknown since they are all intermarried."
Several women squirmed almost imperceptibly at her tone. "These women help me. Let me introduce Duchess Clarin Perstavy, Noblewoman Fellia Grann, and Noblewoman Gerris Blacksail. You'll meet the others in time but these three are living in the Palace apartments."
The Duchess was a short, round, darkly tan, black haired, middle-aged woman. She was chubby with several rings on her short fingers and had massive breasts hidden under her voluminous purple robes.
The noble woman from the House of Grann was the opposite and seemed nearly identical to the Queen. Her slender frame had less curves and seemed lanky. Her pale face was thick lipped with a small nose and light hazel eyes. Her dress was fashionably low-cut and long sleeved. The color was a flesh-like tan with sparkling gold bodice. She sat aloof and at times seemed nervous or fidgeted like she was troubled. Marcos noticed how she looked over frequently at a man Marcos figured to be her husband. He stood observing the king from the crowd watching the Queen's crux game. Marcos resolved to drop by and see if he couldn't dig up information on the noble women since nothing was as it seemed in this place.
The last noble woman was somewhere in between the first two in shape. Her face was oval with a prominent chin, mirthful glittering blue shadowed eyes, full lush red lips, and a confident grin set on her face. Her frame was statuesque with generous breasts and ample hips. Her off white dress was as low cut as the Queen's was, with an added touch of a long slit up the side.
"A pleasure ladies." Marcos nodded. Next to him, Kaarthen said something similar.
The Queen continued. "You'll need to keep an eye out for his assassins. The King is the ditch digger in the guild's operation. They already have the control they want through him. If I killed him I would be deposed immediately."
