Ch. 14
John consummated his marriage again and again that first night. The morning after, John woke slowly, and as he roused, he began to remember bits and pieces. He noticed Queen Xia had left his bed before he woke up.
Slowly, the Shame and excitement of his night before bubbled up. He could not recall much from the wedding other than it was a great lot of people but a lot of drinking. Slowly, his mind pieced more and more events from late last night.
Queen Xia had tried to assassinate him in bed. Instead of killing her on the spot or arresting her, he fucked the shit out of her. He was overwhelmed by how excited the prospect of violence had made him. And her as well. The rougher he seemed to get, the more willing and more wet she became. He realized now that it was foolish to pass out next to her. He would've been even more worried, but they had both awakened a few times that night to keep fucking.
She could've waited him out and finished her job. But probably not after the thorough fucking he had given her. He lost count of how many times he came inside of her impossibly tight cunt. She must've felt the same deep, lustful connection he had; otherwise, he likely wouldn't be alive.
He was getting hard just thinking about it. The contours of her flesh. Different than Viola and Sharon's pussy. The tightness, the incredible wetness. He loved the way he felt so domineering. The power he felt from making her bend to his will. Her own distinct taste was a sweet, bitter nectar he had enjoyed.
He still felt foolish, and as he had breakfast with Sharon and Viola, they asked him for details, but he sheepishly replied that the deed had been done and gave very vague details.
"Well, even if you don't want to tell us everything, I can tell you are satisfied, and I'm sure there is no doubt she was wracked with pleasure and you gave her enough cum to give her 10 babies," Viola said jokingly.
"Well, I think it might have been twice that amount." Queen Xia said, surprising everyone at the table. John turned red. An awkward situation; he hadn't even been able to talk to Queen Xia and address what had happened the night before.
Viola had also turned red and quickly said, "Your Highness, I apologize for being crude... I didn't mean..."
"No, no need to apologize, and please, don't stand. I've already had breakfast, and I'm on my way to meet with the council. John, be sure to finish up so you can join us. We have a lot of work to get to." As she walked away, Queen Xia turned and said, "We should all four meet soon; we need to discuss our schedule; we need to make sure the King performs his duties and stays physically satisfied."
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John unfortunately had no time for honeymoons. He soon found out just how immense the weight and responsibility of the crown was. Rebuilding the kingdom, getting mercenaries to pack up, and finding ways to house the refugees from cities completely leveled. Warring bands that defected from the Khan and insisted on staying in power. And some in the kingdom were quite upset about the truce struck. He quickly realized the precise feeling of having a sword of Damocles over his head. He also concluded he could not blame the late King for simply withdrawing from duty and drinking his days away.
It was amazing to have any free time, but he did manage to carve out time in the following weeks to meet with the other concubines and consorts. The previous King had a type. Although John preferred the large curves of Sharon and Viola, he enjoyed the view of the many fine women in the old harem, which had smaller builds and prominently Asian features. He asked the queen and her attendant all about them, their background, family history, and temperament.
He spoke with the accountants and realized that an exorbitant amount of money went to maintaining concubines and all their servants. Even with all the minor ladies that left after the King's death, the spending was astronomical. John decided to lead by example and cut as much spending as possible, starting with the majority of the extravagances of the late King. He was used to a humble life, and he found himself more than adequately satisfied with the three amazing women in his life.
He gave all the ladies a choice: they could go back to their families or journey to a local nunnery and take vows. The third option is that they could stay, but they would lose their ranking. If they choose to stay, they must stay as help staff. A good number went home, but some chose the habit. Very few did choose to serve as they either had no family or no desire for life at a convent. Besides, some decided if they stayed as servants, they would be close to John, hoping he would take interest and perhaps add them to his harem.
He only allowed four to stay in their station and privilege. Two were very close friends of Queen Xia. And the other two concubines had children from the previous King. One with a young son. The other with a slightly older son and a newborn girl.
He let them know they could keep their station and not be beholden to John as lovers. If they desired, he would court them at a later time to see if they wanted to join his harem, but he made it clear he was not looking for anything now, especially if they didn't want to. He assured the mothers that their children and their status would be protected, and they could live in comfort in the palace if they chose. John was also open to allowing the children to maintain their status in the line of succession if, for whatever reason, John and his family were wiped out.
John also managed to spend time with the royal historians. He found out a lot about his mother and his father, King Wenzel. The Pope had told him his origin story, but historians filled in smaller details, such as how his father had repented from having sent John to death. Although an amazing king and leader, he suffered bouts of various maladies. He never spoke of the lost child, but those close to the King knew it was a sore spot. John's father had one queen but also had ladies in the court with whom he sometimes slept with. He had a favorite who had borne him a son who grew up to be the late King Charlemagne.
He found out about his mother's background. He had already seen royal portraits of her, and at the palace, you could tell his father had loved his mom. Many different court paintings of her adorned various hallways. He made sure to move a gorgeous painting of her standing in a beautiful meadow right outside his master bedroom. Her beatific visage was the first thing that greeted him when he left his private quarters.
His mother still had some living family. Her father, John's maternal grandfather, was Lord of a small castle far northwest of where his mother was from. The castle was not too far from the small town in which John had grown up. His grandfather was too old to travel but had sent word congratulating him and letting him know that he was to send some of his children, his mother's siblings, to visit and pay respect for him. He let John know of his steadfast allegiance to his crown. And should the summers be too hot, he would always have a home in the north where summers were mild.
John felt a pang of longing. Sharon was more than enough for him, but he still wondered what his mother would be like. He took comfort in knowing that he would get to meet his mother's siblings and get to ask all kinds of questions about her.
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King John and Queen Xia were to meet with Viola and Sharon at dinner time. They were able to speak privately with each other before. They stepped into the King's office and closed the door. Without any words, they immediately began making out. John grabbed her little frame and pinned her hard against the wall. She softly groaned as he bit her neck. She grabbed him close. She could feel his engorged member shoved against her with force.
She led one of his strong hands under her gown. She pulled his hand into her pussy. She gasped as John groped her over-ripened fruit. She gushed her pungent juice, soaking his fingers and tightening the grip.
She was gasping now with her mouth open, facing upward. John spit in her mouth, and she wailed and swallowed his spit. "Fuck me." She pleaded.
She led his other hand to close around her throat. With one hand on her pussy and the other against her neck, he applied pressure. She moaned and shuddered. The pain startled her as much as it turned her on. She fought back an orgasm, but it was no use as she could not inhale. Her face became dark red. John spit in her face again. He let up, and she started coughing. "More, please, your Grace, please destroy me."
He slapped her pussy and rubbed her mound sweltering with desire. John then forcefully turned her around and shoved her into the wall with his weight. He pressed the side of her face into the wall. She stuck her tongue out. He bit her tongue. She yelped. He bit her lip hard. She quivered.
He ripped off her gown in one swipe. He spanked her ass and commanded her to open her ass. She used both of her hands to spread her ass cheeks and tried to arch her back. John, still pinning her to the wall, crouched low. He saw his coveted treasure. Her perfect pink tight pussy was drenched. He spanked her again hard. She pulled her cheeks further. Her asshole pulsated, winking violently at him. He took his taste. He dug his teeth into the soft flesh, and his tongue explored her inside. She moaned loudly.
After a few seconds of rough eating, John stood up and kissed her. His kiss tasted like her asshole, and she loved and loathed him. He swiftly pulled out his dick from his pants. He spit on his palm and stroked his dick. She pulled her cheeks apart again, and he rubbed his cock on the entrance of her dripping pussy. She tried to back her pussy up onto his dick. But he stayed at the entrance. In a low moan, she began to beg.
The moment he slammed his cock hard into her, her ears rang her vision blurred. She squirted hard onto his cock. "Ohhh, stick it back in, please, please."
She would've crumpled to the ground if not for John pinning her to the wall still. He stuck his dick back in and returned to kissing her hard. She yelped as he pounded into her. When she completely crumpled over, no longer in control of her legs, he spun her around and shoved his cock into her face. She began to lick her wet mess from his cock and his balls. She tasted her own tangy saltyness mixed with his pungent precum. Her pussy gushed again. She pulled him closer. His cock reached into the back of her mouth and into her throat.
John began to thrust slowly but surely. She had a hard time breathing, but each time she choked on his cock, dull sparks lit her head on fire, and she gushed again and again, creating a large puddle on the floor.
He picked her up as if she was made of cloth. He slammed her back against the wall, and she wrapped her legs around him. He began to slam back into her gushing pussy.
The high-pitched sounds she made grew louder and wilder as he pounded away. When she thought she would pass out from ecstasy, her pussy flooded with his hot sticky seed. Squirt after squirt filled her up and gushed out, mixed with her juices. He laid her down and cuddled her. Still weak, she began to cry.
"Is everything alright, my queen?"
