Author's note: This chapter contains some rougher-than-usual sex, and some mother-son incest. As always I'd love to hear any feedback or suggestions you might have. Please rate and comment!
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The author does not condone the abuse or any untoward treatment of women. Please treat everyone with respect in the real world. Thank you!
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Guard Robin
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"The Prince approaches!" Robin, the head gatekeeper yelled as he watched the dust cloud raised by the royal army get closer. He could see the shades of red that flashed within the cloud. The prince sure likes red, he thought to himself. As the procession came closer, Robin could see the eldest prince, Ravon Volk, atop his massive chestnut steed, leading his troops. The prince was a large man, perhaps only surpassed in bulk by his uncle, General Kalman, and cut a terrifying figure atop his war stallion. "Open the gates!" Robin shouted, and the massive studded gates of the capital creaked open slowly, allowing entry to the army.
Robin watched attentively as the troops passed through the gates. The prince led the pack, as he always did, and his personal bodyguards followed closely behind. A long line of wagons carrying captured prisoners were next, dirty bodies in rags packed in cages to be sold at the market, or to the Slavers' Guild. My my... They got a lot this time... Robin thought as he watched the huge line of slave wagons as they trundled creakily into the capital. What caught his eye was a lone figure that limped at the head of the wagons. It was a well built Kaskarian, with a blonde mane and ugly red whip marks all over her body. She was shackled at the feet and her hands were cuffed behind her back, and a leash connected a heavy iron collar at her neck to her mounted handlers ahead of her. Her eyes stared blankly at the ground ahead of her, unfocused and glazed, and her jaw hung, her mouth slightly agape. As she came closer, Robin got a good look at her face, and realized with a start that although she had a rugged look to her, she was really quite beautiful. A real prize... Robin thought, could she have been a barbarian princess of some sort?
After the army passed through, one of the guards came up to Robin. "Robin! Did'ya see the size of that haul?" He said gleefully. "That Prince Ravon's really somethin'! Even General Kalman's last campaign didn't bring in this many!"
Robin sighed and nodded towards the backs of the army as they moved into the city and out of view. "I wish I could have joined them... If it wasn't for my damn leg..." He had injured his right leg in a previous campaign, and was put on guard duty. He lived comfortably enough as the head gatekeeper, but he longed for the excitement of battle. Not to mention the fact that as an officer, he could claim one or two slaves for his own as spoils.
The guard gave him a wry smile. "Yeh... Not me, my friend. Ordinary soldiers like me die first, and even if we live 'till the end, we ain't the ones gettin' the booty."
"If you don't take any risks, you'll never get the rewards." Robin responded. "I slogged through many campaigns before I got to where I am."
"I know, I know." The guard nodded sheepishly. "But I ain't got the skills or the ambition. I'm happy being a lowly guard. No excitement or fancy slaves for me, no sirree. The dockside brothels are cheap enough."
Robin sighed again, and turned away. Perhaps it was for the best, he thought of the two pretty little slaves he'd captured personally in the previous campaign that waited for him at his house, and felt a stirring in his loins. Yeah... Can't complain.
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Prince Avery
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Avery stood at the inner gates, watching his eldest brother approach. Prince Ravon came with only a handful of retainers, and had changed into their ceremonial armors. Ravon wore a resplendent set of bright red armor with flared shoulders, and the heavy armor only made him look even bigger than his already considerable build.
Avery never had any semblance of a brotherly relationship with Ravon. The eldest prince had a towering ego ever since he was a child, and went on the war-path as soon as he became of age. Ravon loved war, revelled in it, lived for it. Their uncle Kalman might also be a lover of violence, but Ravon was on another level of his own. He often got himself in trouble with his headstrong charges, but somehow always carried his troops through with his martial prowess.
Avery turned to Mursa and Garo, his newly hired barbarian bodyguards, and said. "When we meet my brother... He is not fond of your peoples, and is probably going to say all sorts of unsavory things. You two must not rise to his provocations. Stay quiet and let me do the talking, please. Do you understand?"
The barbarian couple grunted their acknowledgement as the gate creaked open, and the first prince trotted through atop his great steed, towering over the welcoming party.
"Little brother." The prince said. Ravon had strong, handsome features, a wide, square jaw, and thick, furrowed brows which made him look constantly angry. His eyes, however, were always the features that drew Avery's attention. The young prince shuddered inwardly as he looked into them. They were just as he remembered, a deep, dark black tinged with madness which threatened to consume those who looked into them.
"Brother Ravon," Avery replied formally. "Welcome back, and congratulations on your successful campaign."
Ravon did not reply, but instead stared behind Avery at Mursa and Garo, who met his gaze steadily. "Didn't think you were the type to keep barbarian slaves."
"They're not slaves." Avery cleared his throat. "I've hired them as bodyguards."
"Pity," Ravon said, unblinking. "I'd have loved to borrow that one from you for a night or two." He jutted his chin out, pointing towards Mursa.
Avery could feel the heat of the barbarian couple's anger radiating out from behind him. But thankfully, they did not respond.
"Where's Jacob and our uncle?" Ravon asked, still staring at Mursa as his gaze roved up and down her chiseled physique.
"They are yet to arrive. Scouts tell me they're but a few days away."
Ravon nodded and started to ride off.
"Uh... Brother..." Avery said. "Where are you going? We have a welcome feast prepared for you and your men."
"No need. I'm going to see mother." The huge man said without turning back.
Avery stared at his brother's back, nonplussed. He stood for a few seconds longer, and shrugged. "More for the rest of us."
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Queen Carosa
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"Oh gods yes... Keep fucking me just like that..." The queen moaned as she was being pounded from behind. The queen was a beautiful woman, although she was approaching her middle age. She had soft, brown hair and eyes of the same color. She had a well built physique, with long legs and medium-sized breasts which have not yet begun to sag due to her age. Her stomach was not as flat as it once was, having given birth to three sons and a daughter, but was still toned and sexy.
Her hands clawed at the cushions beneath her as the sounds of flesh thudding against flesh reverberated in the secluded room. "O-Oh yes baby... I missed your big c-cock so much..." She turned her head to look at the hulking figure of her favorite son, Ravon, thrusting into her sopping cunt with wild abandon.
"Yes! Yes mother! I missed you as well. All the Kaskarian pussy in the world can't compare to yours, mother!" Ravon's already maniacal eyes grew even wilder, revelling in the taboo pleasure of his incestuous coupling with the woman who gave birth to him.
"YES!" Screamed Queen Carosa. "Tell me about how you fucked them! H-Hearing about my conquering hero's valiant deeds makes me so wet!"
"After every battle," Ravon panted as he kept thrusting into his mother. "Right before I razed their villages." Ravon leant forward to whisper directly into his mother's ear. "I'd gather the most beautiful of their women, and ravage them right in front of their men."
"L-Lucky cunts... They should feel honored that you would b-bless them with your royal scepter!" The queen yelled, her eyes glazing over from the pleasure of her own son pounding into her from behind.
"Yes, I would fuck them until they screamed my name!" Ravon bragged. "Just like how I'm going to make you scream it!" He started pounding into the queen with increased urgency as he felt himself getting close. He'd not fucked his mother for the better part of a year, and the familiar feeling of her velvety cunt drove him wild.
"O-OH RAVON!!" The queen screamed loudly, her shrill voice amplified by the quietness of their surroundings. "Make me cum! Make me cum on your huge cock! Fuck me like a barbarian whore!"
Ravon groaned loudly as he felt his mother's pussy clamp down on him as she came, and could no longer hold on. "UGH!!" He grunted as he came, flooding his mother's vagina with his seed.
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A few minutes later, Carosa sat against the wall, leaning against her son. She idly traced her fingers down Ravon's broad, muscular chest, and whispered. "I wish I didn't have to drink the cydrea tea every time you came inside me."
"Once I'm King, I'll abolish that law and make you my queen, mother." Ravon said. "And you'll bear my children."
Carosa hesitated, dropped her hand and sighed.
"What is it, mother?"
"Your father, the king..." The Queen said haltingly. "He changed his mind..."
"WHAT?!" Ravon shouted thunderously. "You said you convinced him to pick me as his successor!" He clamped one huge hand around Carosa's throat, and slammed her against the wall. "You said I would be king!"
"P-Please..." Carosa managed to gurgle weakly. "Y-You're hurting me."
The flames in Ravon's eyes subsided slightly, and he loosened his grip, allowing his mother to slip to the ground. "Explain." He said through gritted teeth.
Carosa coughed, catching her breath. "Your father... I-I really tried, my dear. But he keeps saying he cannot decide!"
Ravon bent down slowly, gripped the queen's hair and pulled her head towards him, hard. "You said... You convinced him..."
Carosa stared into the dark abyss that was her son's eyes, the deep, black wells of madness which both excited her and made her afraid. "H-He doesn't have a choice. Avery is far too young and irresponsible, and Jacob is... Well, we all know your father would never pick him. It has to be you!" She stroked her son's face, trying to calm him. "He'll come to his senses. I'll make sure of it."
Ravon looked, and saw the fear upon his mother's face. A fresh wave of lust came upon him, and he lowered her head to his crotch, still holding her hair, and said. "You lied to me... Show me how much you want to make it up to me... How much you love me."
Carosa smiled. "Oh baby... I'd do anything for you..." And lowered her mouth onto her lover's cock.
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Prince Jacob
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Jacob's carriage stopped after they entered the city, and he heard a rapping on the door. "What is it?" Jacob asked as he enjoyed a blowjob from his slave Ava.
The small window of the carriage opened, and one of the prince's retainers peeked in, sparing only a cursory glance at the gorgeous Ava sucking the prince's long cock, and said. "You wanted to know if Prince Ravon already arrived?"
"Well?" Jacob asked impatiently, shoving Ava's head up and down his cock, causing her to make sloppy, wet gurgles as she struggled to take his length.
"The gatekeepers tell me he arrived two days ago, and general Kalman arrived just yesterday."
Jacob grunted his acknowledgement as he came, spurting his seed directly down Ava's tight throat. "Ahh... Finally, I'll soon be free of this fucking carriage." He groaned. It'd been a long trip, and he'd have gone mad had it not been for the twins and... Various sources of entertainment along the way. Jacob licked his lips as he recalled Karen the farmhand.
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A little while later, Jacob lounged, alone, in the bath of one of the many houses he owned inside the capital. He did not waste all his political and business connections, and owned more land than anyone in the kingdom. This house was one of his favorites. He'd designed the place himself, making sure that it was entirely soundproof and spyproof, with multiple escape routes. He even had the entire construction crew's memories of the building erased by the Mages' Guild. It had cost him a great deal of gold, but he knew it was well worth it.
Normally, his bath would have been filled with slaves frolicking and servicing him, but he'd been having sex nonstop in the carriage trip here, having had nothing else to do. Even as a man with such an insatiable appetite, he felt so sore and fatigued that sex was the last thing on his mind.
He'd sent the twins out into the city to gather some information. He had a feeling that this year's autumn festival would be unlike any other. There was a tension in the air of the capital. He'd caught a glance of some of his older brother's men on his way to his manor, and their looks back were somehow even unfriendlier than usual.
Ada, who wore an eye-catching white leather dress, entered the room as he lay in the bath, lost in his thoughts. The diamond on her collar glinted in the dim candlelit bathing chamber. "Jacob, have you been in that bath the whole time?" She admonished. "Get out of there, it's not good for your skin."
The prince merely waved dismissively. "Just tell me what you've found."
"Your brother's campaign was a massive success... He's managed to capture one of their queens, apparently." She continued, ignoring the scowl on Jacob's face. "Your uncle's campaign should be wrapped up before winter as well. The king's condition has worsened and he's now entirely bedridden. His physicians are not confident that he'll make it through the year."
Jacob nodded. He'd been making preparations for this day. He had close ties to the majority of the high lords of the court, and was confident of their support in a bid for the throne. Ravon might have the most men at first glance, but Jacob's influence would allow him to rally more men over a longer period of time, should he have the need. However, unlike his brute of a brother, Jacob did not wish to resort to force unless absolutely necessary.
"Any hints as to who my father plans to name his successor?"
"No," Ada answered. "But our plan don't change either way, do they?"
Jacob watched the water drip from his fingers idly. "No, but it would make it much easier if my senile father would simply pick me."
Ada smirked. "That would never happen, and you know it."
Jacob grinned, and was about to respond when Ava entered. "My prince," She reported. "There's a new Candran ambassador, and he seems to be already acquainted with the young prince and Minister Orvon."
"A new ambassador?" Jacob scowled. "Damned opportunists... We'll have to watch out for this ambassador. Who knows what Candra plans to gain from the moment of turmoil when my father passes."
"Jacob," Ada's expression turned serious. "You need to get Orvon on our good side. That man threatens us more than your brothers and all the lords of the court combined."
"Yes," Jacob replied. "Not to mention the fact that I'll need him once I become king." Everyone knew that Orvon was the one who kept the kingdom running, even when the king was still healthy. Orvon was also Spymaster, and was one of the reasons why Jacob insisted on spending a fortune to spyproof his manor.
"Keep an eye on my mother as well." Jacob ordered. "She's more dangerous than she appears, and she's always favored Ravvy." He said, using Ravon's childhood nickname with derision. "She'd do anything to help him ascend the throne. I've already caught a few lords that I thought were loyal to me talking to her."
"Yes, sir." Ava and Ada said together.
Jacob ground his teeth. Things were coming to a head, and he was not nearly as prepared as he wanted to be. The Candran ambassador threw in a new unknown variable, and Jacob still had no plans on how to deal with Orvon.
Ada watched the prince carefully, and knew from experience that an irritated Jacob will soon demand "release". The last time he looked this stressed, henearly choked a slave to death. Ada slipped out of her skin-tight dress, and slinked into the bath.
"Relax, my prince." She said with a dusky tone. "Let me make you feel better." She slowly sank under the water, and wrapped her lips around Jacob's flaccid cock. Ava followed her sister's lead, stripped down and sat down in the bath next to Jacob. She caressed the prince's body gently and nibbled and kissed at his ear.
Under the water, Ada held her breath as she sucked the prince's cock vigorously. Soon, she had to come up for air, but found herself being kept down by Jacob's strong hand. She was soon struggling for air, and bubbled and spluttered as she fought against the prince's grip.
Jacob grinned sadistically as he held Ada underwater. "Master..." He heard a worried Ava say next to him.
"Don't fret." He said as he let Ada come up for air.
Ada gasped and coughed as she took in huge gulps of air. Jacob admired her ruined face, the makeup that streaked down from her eyes, and the wet hair that clung onto her face. He leant down and kissed her on the lips, and moved behind her, shoving his now rock-hard erection into her dripping pussy.
"Oh gods..." Ada moaned hoarsely, still recovering from the harsh ordeal underwater. "Pull my hair, master." She groaned urgently, incredibly aroused from the prince's rough treatment.
Jacob smirked as he complied, gripping her hair and pulling her head back roughly. He knew just how to push Ada and reduce her into a submissive fuck toy, and he so enjoyed breaking the normally intelligent and icy Ada into a whimpering cum receptacle.
"Ah... Ah..." Ada gasped as Jacob fucked furiously, unable to even scream as the relentless assault on her cunt overwhelmed her mind with pleasure. As Jacob fucked her, he would shove her head beneath the water at long intervals, and pull her back up by her hair as she approached her limit.
After a short while of intense rutting, Jacob pulled out and pulled Ada's face under his cock, and unloaded his royal seed all over her face with a loud groan. The ropes of cum fell across the loyal slave's ruined face, painted one of her eyes shut, and draped across her open mouth
"Thank you, master." Ada drawled lustily as she licked at the white cum around her lips.
Jacob panted as he sat back in the bath, and watched as Ava approached her sister and licked her face clean. "Leave me now." He said while catching his breath. "I have much thinking to do."
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Minister Orvon
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The day of the festival was finally here. Orvon surveyed the scene around him in the great hall of the palace. The hall was grandiose in size, and had a high, arched ceiling. Gigantic candle chandeliers hung from the roof, and the floor was filled with long tables laid out in neat rows. The area around the throne was raised, and a large white table was laid there. Orvon sat to the right of the empty throne, and could see the entire hall from his position. Falin, the Candran ambassador, sat next to him in the place of honor, and his slave Elsi knelt on the cushion next to him. The rest of the table was occupied by the other ministers of the court. There were a few empty seats reserved for the royal family, who would later, by tradition, make an entrance. The throne itself, however, would stay empty, as the King was much too ill to attend the banquet.
The high lords sat at the tables right underneath the throne, and Orvon kept a wary eye on their faces. The slightest twitch of a muscle, the merest suggestion of a glance, and the most negligible hint of a whisper were all clues to him. These lords were the most powerful of them all, and Orvon would need to be sure of which way they leaned before the king passes.
Behind the high lords sat the other lords and dukes and assorted nobles, in order of rank. Near the front of them sat Lord Elbon, Orvon noticed. Elbon was one of his majesty's most loyal subjects, and had accumulated much wealth for himself. He'd been petitioning Orvon to join the ranks of the high lords, but Orvon had been delaying him for months, just to test the man's patience and loyalty.
At Lord Elbon's table sat a noble couple that Orvon had not seen before. The man was unassuming enough, but the woman was strikingly beautiful, and Orvon made a mental note to find out who they were. As someone who built a reputation of knowing everything, he did not enjoy not knowing anyone who sat amongst the most powerful nobles of the kingdom.
The more important seats in the room had a small cushion next to them for the slaves of powerful lords to kneel on. Each lord could only bring a single slave, in consideration of the space available. They used the occasion to show off their wealth, and brought out their most attractive and obedient slaves, dressed in extravagant silk and sequin dresses, dripping in lavish jewelry and chains made of various precious metals. Most of the slaves were dressed skimpily, but not so bare as to be considered depraved.
Orvon glanced sideways at the slave Elsi who knelt beside her master. Even in a room filled with gorgeous slaves in obscenely lavish dresses, the petite slave of the Candran ambassador shone above the rest. She was in a one piece dress which flowed from top to bottom like liquid gold, and white-gold decorations draped over her from head to toe. Teardrop shaped mother-of-pearl dangled from her headpiece, and she wore a frayed gold collar proudly. Even a man as stoic as Orvon could not help but feel his mind wander as he looked upon the beautiful creature.
A peal of trumpets broke Orvon out of his reverie, and all eyes in the room were drawn towards the entrance to the hall. "His royal highness, second prince of the Kingdom of Salka, the Silver Dragon, Master of a thousand slaves, Prince Jacob Volk!" The court herald shouted in a booming voice as the massive oak doors opened, and prince Jacob strolled in, with his twin slaves, Ava and Ada, in tow. The prince was dressed in a magnificent silver robe, with a dragon embroidered with silver thread down its side, the twins were in similar dresses to match their master. Quite a few of the nobles in attendance cheered as the prince walked past them, and Orvon took a mental note of them.
Jacob took his seat on the opposite side of the throne after exchanging the minimum of pleasantries with Orvon and the ambassador. The twins stood behind him proudly, disregarding the cushion beside the prince's ornate chair.
A few moments later, the herald announced the arrival of General Kalman and Prince Avery. Technically, Kalman Volk was also a prince, being the brother to the king, but he had long eschewed the title, preferring to be recognized alongside his men as a man of the battlefield, and the herald announced him as such. The herald rattled off the impressive achievement of the big man, and Avery, who stood beside him, felt a bit of color creeping up his cheeks. Avery had no titles besides that of a prince, and no achievements to speak of. Even a man as creative and fanciful as the herald could not think of anything to bestow upon the prince, and simply announced him as "the young star of Salka".
The general approached Orvon and embraced him in a bear hug. "Old friend!" He boomed. "How have you been these years?"
Orvon smiled, enduring the long crushing hug that was the signature of the big man. "I'm quite well. But not as well as you, it seems." He winced. "Sorry for not greeting you upon your return to the city. I've been rather busy."
Kalman looked at the bags under Orvon's eyes and knew that "rather busy" was a massive understatement. "No worries, old friend. You're the one keeping the kingdom together, after all." He paused. "Has my brother been awake yet?"
The entire royal family had already visited the king many times upon their return, and the king had been in a deep sleep the entire time. "No," Orvon shook his head. "And he isn't likely to be any time soon, according to his physicians."
Kalman sighed. "Did he tell you what his plans were?"
Orvon glanced at the curious eyes of Avery and the calculating eyes of his brother, and replied. "No, and let us discuss this some other time. Tonight is a joyous occasion. Eat, drink, and relax. Especially you, general. You must have missed the fare of the capital out there in the barbarian lands."
Kalman laughed. "Indeed!" He clapped Orvon on the shoulders, and led his young petite slave to his seat. He did not bid her to kneel, but instead lifted her up, squealing, onto his lap, and played with her smallish tits as they all awaited for the arrival of the other members of the royal family.
Finally, trumpets sounded once again, and in walked the eldest prince Ravon, with Queen Carosa Illiam Volk at his side. The crowd first cheered, but soon the cheers changed into whispers and gasps as they saw the female slave that Ravon towed behind him. The woman was the rumored barbarian queen Ravon had captured on his campaign against the Kaskarian tribes. She was led by a heavy chain that was attached to her thick, black iron collar. She was entirely naked. Her skin was dry and dirty, and her silver-white hair was lustreless and unkempt. Her long hair was tied back into a ponytail, which was in turn tied by a string to a shiny steel hook that penetrated her anus. The string was short and taut, forcing her to lean her head far back. Her hands were cuffed behind her back and a ball gag had been placed in her mouth, and her feet were tied together by a loose chain just long enough for her to walk in short, tight steps. The gasps from the crowd was partly due to the display of the slave, but also were directed towards the red whip marks that criss-crossed her entire back.
Most of the crowd murmured their disapproval of the obscene display of a roughly treated slave at such a grand occasion as the royal autumn festival banquet, although the nobles firmly in support of Prince Ravon still cheered somewhat hesitantly as the prince dragged the slave, half-stumbling and delirious, up to his seat.
"What is the meaning of this..." Growled General Kalman as the prince approached the table in front of the throne.
"What's the problem, uncle?" The prince rumbled back. "She was the queen of a Kaskarian tribe, and now she's my spoils of war. A symbol of the Kaskar region's eventual submission to our kingdom. Is this not the perfect occasion to show her to our subjects as a symbol of our Salkan might?"
Orvon observed the crowd quietly as the prince bickered with his uncle. From his estimations, the minister could only ensure the loyalty of barely over a third of the more powerful lords in attendance. Which was still more, although only slightly, than those who would bend the knee to Jacob. Less still were the supporters of Ravon, which did not come as a surprise, considering his volatile temperament and the fact that he was dumb as a footstool. What worried Orvon was the number of supporters the queen had. Her own family was ancient, dating back to the God Wars era. They mostly kept to themselves, but still had connections throughout the land, including ties to the Mages' and the Slavers' Guilds. Orvon knew that she'd always favored her firstborn, and that worried him.
He watched as the prince finally took his seat after forcing the former barbarian queen down on her knees, and stood up to announce the start of the festival. "My finest Lords and Ladies! Welcome to the autumn festival." He waited for the applause to die down. "Tonight we honor those who fought valiantly on the battlefield against the western barbarians, and foreign friends who have come to renew the spirit of friendship between our kingdoms. We also honor the royal family, who guides us through these uncertain times. But most of all, we honor the ordinary people, the noble farmers who harvest their bounties at this time of the year. They are the ones who make all this possible, the ones who put the food on our tables. Sadly, our King cannot be with us tonight due to his illness, but no doubt he would wish us to be merry and enjoy the feast. Now, without further ado, let the feast begin!"
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Countess Eliana
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Eliana hummed as she sipped her wine. The royal banquet was certainly a caliber above any other she'd ever attended. The food and drink were all delicious, and she glowed with the attention she'd been getting from her company at the table. Her husband, on the other hand, had been getting surlier as the evening went on. He'd been trying to engage with some of the other nobles in business discussions, but they all seemed to be far more interested in engaging in conversation with his gorgeous wife.
Eliana wore a tight black and red dress with a long slit down the side that gave occasional glimpses of her long, lithe legs as she walked, all the way up to the side of her creamy hips.
Her husband sat to her left at the table, and Lord Elbon to her right. The lord had been sneaking his hand under her dress to grope at her smooth legs and crotch the whole night. Eliana did not resist his advances, and even spread her legs a few times to allow the lord better access. Her husband was none the wiser, but Lord Elbon's wife had been staring daggers at Elbon and Eliana the whole night. Eliana didn't care. Elbon was only a stepping stone, she wasn't satisfied with simply moving from being a trophy wife to a trophy mistress of a more powerful man.
The lord leaned into her and whispered. "I don't know what your plan here is tonight, but let me give you a piece of advice." He rubbed her thigh as he spoke. "Whatever you do, make sure you stay in the good graces of Minister Orvon."
Eliana smiled and nodded, but knew that she'd have no chance with the minister. Beauty and sex were her only assets, and she'd long known of the minister's stoic reputation. He had never married, and was the only man in the royal court who did not keep any slaves. Sometimes she wondered whether he had any sex at all. She scanned the royal table, and her eyes settled on Prince Jacob. Out of the three princes, he seemed the most pliable. The youngest prince held no real power, and the eldest prince was, by all accounts, an imbecile, and his crazed eyes did not speak of a man she'd want to approach. Not to mention the vulgar display he put on during his entrance.
She'd heard of Prince Jacob's reputation, of course. His sexual appetite was legendary, and she felt she could use his penchant for married noble-ladies to her advantage. The only thing that gave her pause was his reputation for cruelty... I've come too far to give up now. She thought, gritting her teeth. She knew this was the only chance she had to approach the highest echelons of nobility, and she was going to make the most of it.
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Prince Jacob
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Jacob was in a sour mood. He'd watched his older brother's entrance through gritted teeth and slitted eyes. Ravon may be an idiot, but his prowess in battle was undeniable, and Jacob knew that Ravon paraded out the barbarian woman to rub it in his face. Jacob himself had led a few campaigns, but had never achieved the same success as his brother. The twins who stood behind him felt his irritation, and massaged his shoulders as the banquet went on.
Jacob scanned the hall, and spotted an unfamiliar face sitting next to Lord Elbon near the front of the room. The woman was absolutely stunning, the most beautiful creature Jacob had ever laid eyes on. He stared at her, and wondered who she was to Elbon. The woman suddenly lifted her eyes and looked directly into his. She smiled as she caught his eye, took a sip from her wine cup, and licked her lips slowly.
Jacob straightened his back and leaned forward. He returned her smile and stood up, beckoning her to follow with the slightest nudge of his chin. The twins made to follow him, but he waved them back, bidding them to stay.
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Countess Eliana
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Eliana's heart raced as she excused herself from the table. He did mean for me to follow... Right? She thought to herself. She left through one of the side doors, and caught a glance of the prince disappearing down a side corridor. She quickly shuffled after him, after making sure no one was within sight.
She followed the prince down a series of convoluted corridors until the prince entered a small room and closed the door behind him. Eliana walked up to the room, and only hesitated slightly before knocking on the door.
"Come in." She heard the prince's voice, muffled behind the thick door.
She twisted the handle and entered, biting her lip in nervousness. Inside the room, Jacob sat on a large sofa with his legs crossed.
"Well, well... Who do we have here." The prince drawled lazily.
"Eliana Vero Eryon, at your service, your royal highness." Eliana curtsied to the best of her ability in her tight dress.
"You're married?" Jacob asked hungrily.
"Yes, your highness." Eliana smirked. "My husband and I were invited to the banquet by Lord Elbon."
"A beautiful woman like you... Following a man like me into a secluded room... What would your poor husband think?" The prince taunted her.
"Well..." The beautiful countess lowered her tone, and walked slowly towards the prince. "I suppose he would think that I am..." She placed her hand on the prince's knee, and knelt before him. "A slut."
Jacob sighed as she released his cock from his pants. His rod was already iron hard from arousal. He was certainly used to women throwing themselves at him, but none so wanton, and none nearly as beautiful.
"Mmmmm..." Eliana moaned as she wrapped her lips around the prince's cock. "You're so hard, my prince."
Jacob moaned as he put a hand behind the countess' head, and pushed her down until she gagged. "Oh yes you little whore." He groaned. "Look what you've done."
"Gg... Gak... Ghhhh." Eliana gagged as she struggled to take the entirety of the prince's impressive length inside her throat, and tears began to leak out of the corner of her eyes.
The prince shoved her head up and down his shaft a few more times before he couldn't take it anymore. He grabbed the countess and roughly placed her, still kneeling, face down on the sofa. "Today's your lucky day, you horny little slut." He hissed. "I really need to let off some steam after my brother's stupid little show... I'm going to fuck you until you can't walk back to your husband anymore."
Eliana whimpered, half in fear and half in arousal. Men like Lord Elbon had been rough with her before, but she wasn't sure that she would be prepared for Prince Jacob's assault, given his reputation.
The prince slid her dress aside by the long slit down the side, and slid his hand between the countess' legs. He was pleased to find that she was already damp. He nudged open her lower lips with a couple of fingers and slid them in, eliciting a whimpering response from the hot woman in front of him.
"Ohh..." Eliana moaned. "Put it in me, my prince." Her heart raced with anticipation and a tinge of fear.
Jacob obliged, sliding his long cock easily into her slick entrance. "Not bad..." He groaned. "You're a lot tighter than most of the whores I've fucked." He slid his hand down her back, admiring the taut musculature which rippled beneath her creamy skin.
Eliana moaned as the prince began to fuck her hard and deep. She felt a hand on the back of her head, grinding her face into the sofa cushions. The pressure on her head added to her arousal and her moans became louder and louder as the thudding sound of flesh upon flesh in the room became more and more frantic.
"Oh yes, your highness! Fuck this unworthy slut!" Eliana yelled, making sure to stimulate the prince verbally. "Punish this whore's unfaithful cunt!" From her experience, men in power could not get enough of a noblewoman degrading herself before them. She was right. The prince was enjoying every second of fucking the dirty countess. Never before had a noblewoman acted like such a wanton slut before him.
"Ugh yeah you fucking dirty bitch..." Jacob grunted as he spanked her asscheeks. "Do you let your husband do this to you?"
"O-Of course not, your highness." Eliana whimpered. "He's a weak man who can no longer satisfy me." She said, and the prince smirked and gave her a few more hard spanks, drawing muffled yelps from the countess.
After a few minutes more of the prince's rough pounding, Eliana could no longer contain herself. She let out a prolonged, muffled shriek into the cushions, and came. The prince felt a gush of hot liquid against his legs and grinned. "A squirter, eh? You really are full of surprises..."
The countess mewled in post-orgasmic bliss, and then felt the prince rubbing her fluids around her asshole with his cock-head. "Oh... Yes my prince. Take my virgin ass..." She lied. "Do whatever you want to me..." She pushed on. "Make me yours, o prince. I'd leave my husband for you in a heartbeat..."
"So that's what you're after eh?" The prince suddenly grabbed the countess and turned her around. "You fucking slut." He slapped her suddenly. Hard. The cracking sound of the hit reverberated in the room. Eliana yelped in pain as she fell back onto the sofa, her face reddened, already starting to bruise.
"Did you think it was going to be so easy?" Jacob sneered, choking her with one hand. "Do you think I haven't had women throw themselves at me, desperate to become a princess?" He squeezed harder. "I'll admit, you are definitely the most exquisite piece of meat I've ever fucked, but that's all you'll ever be..."
"Gh... P-Please..." Eliana managed to gasp through the Prince's hold on her throat.
Jacob relented, dropping her onto the sofa. "I haven't cum yet, bitch." He growled. The prince bent her legs back, placing them on his shoulders, and shoved his cock into her ass.
"OH GODS!!" Eliana screamed from the sudden, unwelcome intrusion. The prince ignored her whimpers and fucked her ass, hard.
Eliana's mind burned with the pain of the prince's pounding of her raw asshole, and gritted her teeth. She had trained herself extensively in the upcoming days to the banquet, knowing that the prince would most likely want to fuck her ass, but she was wholly unprepared for the destruction of her hole that she was receiving now.
After a long while of enduring the pain, Eliana finally got used to the prince's cock in her ass, and began to feel the now-familiar pleasure of anal sex. Moans of pleasure began to be mixed into her shrieks of pain.
"Ugh... You like being fucked in your rear, don't you. You fucking whore!" Jacob was truly enjoying fucking the countess. He looked deep into her fear-filled eyes, and felt his climax approaching.
"Oh yeah you whore..." Jacob pulled out at the last second and spurted his royal seed all over the countess's upper body, splashing her face and dress.
---
Eliana sniffed and raised herself up off the sofa. She had lain there for a long while after the prince left. Fuck. She thought. What am I supposed to do now. She felt miserable. Her dress was rumpled and covered in cum from the prince's assault, and her face was a ruined mess. She winced as she touched the place where Jacob had hit her. She felt like crying, but couldn't help but admit she'd cum over and over as the prince forcibly took her ass. Gods, maybe I truly am a whore.
She rose unsteadily to her feet, and cleaned herself at the vanity table next to the sofa to the best of her ability. Luckily, there happened to be some makeup inside a dusty box in one of the drawers, and she was able to cover up the bruise slightly and re-apply her eye colors. The stains on the dress still showed after she wiped the cum away, but were faded enough that one would not notice unless they really paid attention.
She left the room and walked around the corridors listlessly for a while, trying to make her way back to the banquet hall before realizing that she was lost. Damn this place! It's like a fucking maze. She thought to herself. Just as she was beginning to feel frustrated, she heard a voice down one of the side passages.
"Ohh son... You have such strong hands..." It was a woman's voice, accompanied by soft moans.
"I can't wait anymore, mother. I need to fuck you." A man said with a gruff voice.
"Yes... Come with me. Oh gods I need to feel you inside me!" The woman whimpered.
Eliana's mind was burning with curiosity. She took off her heels and followed the voices and footsteps cautiously, and turned a corner just in time to see a door close. She waited for a minute, then approached the room and put her ear against the door.
"Oh gods yes Ravon!! Fuck me! Fuck your mother! Pound my needy cunt!" Eliana could clearly hear the muffled yelps of the queen even through the thick wooden door.
Oh by the great Sal! The queen is fucking her firstborn! The countess could not believe her ears. She took a few steps back and steadied herself. She hid herself away into an alcove and waited patiently for the pair to finish, and started to think of a plan in the meantime...
---
After the royal mother and son finished with a screaming orgasm from the queen, Eliana followed the two back to the banquet with extreme caution, memorizing the route carefully along the way. As she walked back to her table, her husband strode up to her angrily and grabbed her arm. "Where the hell have you been." He whispered furiously, and narrowed his eyes. "What in the hells happened to your face?"
Eliana shrugged her husband hand away, and said dismissively. "I fell against a sconce."
"Don't give me that shit!" The count said through gritted teeth, perhaps a bit too loudly as some nobles nearby raised an eyebrow or two their way. "You think I don't know you've been fucking Lord Elbon? And god knows who else!" He whispered after glancing around self-consciously.
"Then divorce me." The countess simply said, looking down on her husband as she did so, as she was a fair bit taller in her heels. She strode back to her seat next to Lord Elbon, leaving her husband stunned, his mouth agape.
Lord Elbon scanned her up and down as she sat down, leaned to her and said. "I take it your introduction to Prince Jacob did not go well?"
Eliana simply smiled and did not reply. She took a long swig of her wine, and heard the lord add. "I told you. If you want to make it here, you can't go wrong with Orvon." He said as he snuck a hand under her dress and ran his fingers up her thigh. "Stick with me, and I'll make sure to get you on the minister's good side. He's not getting younger you know. Sooner or later he's going to need a wife."
Eliana swatted the lord's hand away. "No thank you, my lord. Thank you for all your 'help', but I won't be requiring any more of your assistance." She said coldly.
The change on the handsome lord's face was immediate. The winsome but sleazy smile on his face turned ugly as he curled his lips and sneered. "You ungrateful whore... Who in the hells do you think you are..." He whispered harshly. "Go back to your slut of a friend's parties, a fuckdoll is all you will ever be." The lord stood up. "Let's go." He said to his wife, who had a wide grin on her face as she sneered at Eliana, and left with their slave in tow.
Eliana breathed deeply. Her husband seemed to have gone as well, and her mind raced nervously as she concentrated on her plan. She was truly betting it all on her next gambit, and just the thought of dealing with the prince again made her queasy with fear. It's going to work... It must. She repeated to herself.
She spent the rest of the evening staring at Prince Jacob, waiting for him to make a move. She finally got her chance as the prince stood up, presumably to use the lavatory. She quickly rose to follow.
Just as she went through the door that Jacob had just used to leave the hall, she was suddenly grabbed by her throat and pinned against the wall. "Why are you following me, bitch. Have you not learned your lesson?" The prince snarled as he choked the countess with a vice-like grip.
"P-Please. I-I have information." She managed to gasp.
The prince sneered contemptuously. "What could you possibly tell me that's useful?"
"P-Please... I-I can't breathe!" Eliana heaved.
Jacob relaxed his grip. "Speak." He said.
"I won't say anything until we swear a blood-oath." Eliana said hoarsely as she gulped at the air like a fish out of water.
"Pfft. What a waste of time." Jacob shook his head as he prepared to walk away.
"It could give you the throne." Eliana said, calling after the prince.
Jacob stopped and turned around. "You expect me to believe you?"
Eliana stared unblinkingly at the prince. "I am telling the truth. What I know would deliver the throne to you on a plate. You only need take it."
Normally, Jacob would not have given such an outrageous claim a second thought, but something in the countess' eyes gave him pause. "And what do you want in return?"
Eliana's eyes glinted in the swaying torchlight of the dimly lit hallway. She slinked up to the prince and put her arms around his shoulders.
"I want to be queen."
==
Prince Jacob
==
Jacob sat in his chair, deep in thought. The countess had left the banquet, but her words left a deep impression. She seemed different from all the women in the past who tried to get closer to him, and it wasn't just because of her looks. What kind of information could she possibly offer me? He thought to himself. A blood-oath was no joking matter. Powerful magics are involved in a blood-oath ceremony, and the parties of the oath must abide by it, lest they suffer the consequences. When jacob was young, he had seen a man who had broken his oath. He shuddered as he recalled the grisly details of the man's demise. The details of the oath that the countess had proposed did not seem unreasonable, however. He'd have to take her as his queen, and promise to do her no harm, but only if the information she provides leads to him ascending the throne.
Taking a woman like her as my queen might not be such a bad idea... He thought. He certainly needed one if he became king, and Eliana seemed a better choice than most. She might not be of noble blood, but Jacob was never one to care for such things. The countess seemed like someone who had a fierce spirit and was relentless in her pursuits. Not bad qualities for a queen to have...
Fine. He decided. We'll do it her way.
Just then, the doors burst open and a servant ran inside and shouted. "The king is awake! The king is awake! He's asked for the royal family and Minister Orvon!"
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Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. Names, places and characters are products of my imagination and used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual people and events are purely coincidental. All characters are over the age of consent.
The author does not condone the abuse or any untoward treatment of women. Please treat everyone with respect in the real world. Thank you!
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==
Guard Robin
==
"The Prince approaches!" Robin, the head gatekeeper yelled as he watched the dust cloud raised by the royal army get closer. He could see the shades of red that flashed within the cloud. The prince sure likes red, he thought to himself. As the procession came closer, Robin could see the eldest prince, Ravon Volk, atop his massive chestnut steed, leading his troops. The prince was a large man, perhaps only surpassed in bulk by his uncle, General Kalman, and cut a terrifying figure atop his war stallion. "Open the gates!" Robin shouted, and the massive studded gates of the capital creaked open slowly, allowing entry to the army.
Robin watched attentively as the troops passed through the gates. The prince led the pack, as he always did, and his personal bodyguards followed closely behind. A long line of wagons carrying captured prisoners were next, dirty bodies in rags packed in cages to be sold at the market, or to the Slavers' Guild. My my... They got a lot this time... Robin thought as he watched the huge line of slave wagons as they trundled creakily into the capital. What caught his eye was a lone figure that limped at the head of the wagons. It was a well built Kaskarian, with a blonde mane and ugly red whip marks all over her body. She was shackled at the feet and her hands were cuffed behind her back, and a leash connected a heavy iron collar at her neck to her mounted handlers ahead of her. Her eyes stared blankly at the ground ahead of her, unfocused and glazed, and her jaw hung, her mouth slightly agape. As she came closer, Robin got a good look at her face, and realized with a start that although she had a rugged look to her, she was really quite beautiful. A real prize... Robin thought, could she have been a barbarian princess of some sort?
After the army passed through, one of the guards came up to Robin. "Robin! Did'ya see the size of that haul?" He said gleefully. "That Prince Ravon's really somethin'! Even General Kalman's last campaign didn't bring in this many!"
Robin sighed and nodded towards the backs of the army as they moved into the city and out of view. "I wish I could have joined them... If it wasn't for my damn leg..." He had injured his right leg in a previous campaign, and was put on guard duty. He lived comfortably enough as the head gatekeeper, but he longed for the excitement of battle. Not to mention the fact that as an officer, he could claim one or two slaves for his own as spoils.
The guard gave him a wry smile. "Yeh... Not me, my friend. Ordinary soldiers like me die first, and even if we live 'till the end, we ain't the ones gettin' the booty."
"If you don't take any risks, you'll never get the rewards." Robin responded. "I slogged through many campaigns before I got to where I am."
"I know, I know." The guard nodded sheepishly. "But I ain't got the skills or the ambition. I'm happy being a lowly guard. No excitement or fancy slaves for me, no sirree. The dockside brothels are cheap enough."
Robin sighed again, and turned away. Perhaps it was for the best, he thought of the two pretty little slaves he'd captured personally in the previous campaign that waited for him at his house, and felt a stirring in his loins. Yeah... Can't complain.
==
Prince Avery
==
Avery stood at the inner gates, watching his eldest brother approach. Prince Ravon came with only a handful of retainers, and had changed into their ceremonial armors. Ravon wore a resplendent set of bright red armor with flared shoulders, and the heavy armor only made him look even bigger than his already considerable build.
Avery never had any semblance of a brotherly relationship with Ravon. The eldest prince had a towering ego ever since he was a child, and went on the war-path as soon as he became of age. Ravon loved war, revelled in it, lived for it. Their uncle Kalman might also be a lover of violence, but Ravon was on another level of his own. He often got himself in trouble with his headstrong charges, but somehow always carried his troops through with his martial prowess.
Avery turned to Mursa and Garo, his newly hired barbarian bodyguards, and said. "When we meet my brother... He is not fond of your peoples, and is probably going to say all sorts of unsavory things. You two must not rise to his provocations. Stay quiet and let me do the talking, please. Do you understand?"
The barbarian couple grunted their acknowledgement as the gate creaked open, and the first prince trotted through atop his great steed, towering over the welcoming party.
"Little brother." The prince said. Ravon had strong, handsome features, a wide, square jaw, and thick, furrowed brows which made him look constantly angry. His eyes, however, were always the features that drew Avery's attention. The young prince shuddered inwardly as he looked into them. They were just as he remembered, a deep, dark black tinged with madness which threatened to consume those who looked into them.
"Brother Ravon," Avery replied formally. "Welcome back, and congratulations on your successful campaign."
Ravon did not reply, but instead stared behind Avery at Mursa and Garo, who met his gaze steadily. "Didn't think you were the type to keep barbarian slaves."
"They're not slaves." Avery cleared his throat. "I've hired them as bodyguards."
"Pity," Ravon said, unblinking. "I'd have loved to borrow that one from you for a night or two." He jutted his chin out, pointing towards Mursa.
Avery could feel the heat of the barbarian couple's anger radiating out from behind him. But thankfully, they did not respond.
"Where's Jacob and our uncle?" Ravon asked, still staring at Mursa as his gaze roved up and down her chiseled physique.
"They are yet to arrive. Scouts tell me they're but a few days away."
Ravon nodded and started to ride off.
"Uh... Brother..." Avery said. "Where are you going? We have a welcome feast prepared for you and your men."
"No need. I'm going to see mother." The huge man said without turning back.
Avery stared at his brother's back, nonplussed. He stood for a few seconds longer, and shrugged. "More for the rest of us."
==
Queen Carosa
==
"Oh gods yes... Keep fucking me just like that..." The queen moaned as she was being pounded from behind. The queen was a beautiful woman, although she was approaching her middle age. She had soft, brown hair and eyes of the same color. She had a well built physique, with long legs and medium-sized breasts which have not yet begun to sag due to her age. Her stomach was not as flat as it once was, having given birth to three sons and a daughter, but was still toned and sexy.
Her hands clawed at the cushions beneath her as the sounds of flesh thudding against flesh reverberated in the secluded room. "O-Oh yes baby... I missed your big c-cock so much..." She turned her head to look at the hulking figure of her favorite son, Ravon, thrusting into her sopping cunt with wild abandon.
"Yes! Yes mother! I missed you as well. All the Kaskarian pussy in the world can't compare to yours, mother!" Ravon's already maniacal eyes grew even wilder, revelling in the taboo pleasure of his incestuous coupling with the woman who gave birth to him.
"YES!" Screamed Queen Carosa. "Tell me about how you fucked them! H-Hearing about my conquering hero's valiant deeds makes me so wet!"
"After every battle," Ravon panted as he kept thrusting into his mother. "Right before I razed their villages." Ravon leant forward to whisper directly into his mother's ear. "I'd gather the most beautiful of their women, and ravage them right in front of their men."
"L-Lucky cunts... They should feel honored that you would b-bless them with your royal scepter!" The queen yelled, her eyes glazing over from the pleasure of her own son pounding into her from behind.
"Yes, I would fuck them until they screamed my name!" Ravon bragged. "Just like how I'm going to make you scream it!" He started pounding into the queen with increased urgency as he felt himself getting close. He'd not fucked his mother for the better part of a year, and the familiar feeling of her velvety cunt drove him wild.
"O-OH RAVON!!" The queen screamed loudly, her shrill voice amplified by the quietness of their surroundings. "Make me cum! Make me cum on your huge cock! Fuck me like a barbarian whore!"
Ravon groaned loudly as he felt his mother's pussy clamp down on him as she came, and could no longer hold on. "UGH!!" He grunted as he came, flooding his mother's vagina with his seed.
---
A few minutes later, Carosa sat against the wall, leaning against her son. She idly traced her fingers down Ravon's broad, muscular chest, and whispered. "I wish I didn't have to drink the cydrea tea every time you came inside me."
"Once I'm King, I'll abolish that law and make you my queen, mother." Ravon said. "And you'll bear my children."
Carosa hesitated, dropped her hand and sighed.
"What is it, mother?"
"Your father, the king..." The Queen said haltingly. "He changed his mind..."
"WHAT?!" Ravon shouted thunderously. "You said you convinced him to pick me as his successor!" He clamped one huge hand around Carosa's throat, and slammed her against the wall. "You said I would be king!"
"P-Please..." Carosa managed to gurgle weakly. "Y-You're hurting me."
The flames in Ravon's eyes subsided slightly, and he loosened his grip, allowing his mother to slip to the ground. "Explain." He said through gritted teeth.
Carosa coughed, catching her breath. "Your father... I-I really tried, my dear. But he keeps saying he cannot decide!"
Ravon bent down slowly, gripped the queen's hair and pulled her head towards him, hard. "You said... You convinced him..."
Carosa stared into the dark abyss that was her son's eyes, the deep, black wells of madness which both excited her and made her afraid. "H-He doesn't have a choice. Avery is far too young and irresponsible, and Jacob is... Well, we all know your father would never pick him. It has to be you!" She stroked her son's face, trying to calm him. "He'll come to his senses. I'll make sure of it."
Ravon looked, and saw the fear upon his mother's face. A fresh wave of lust came upon him, and he lowered her head to his crotch, still holding her hair, and said. "You lied to me... Show me how much you want to make it up to me... How much you love me."
Carosa smiled. "Oh baby... I'd do anything for you..." And lowered her mouth onto her lover's cock.
==
Prince Jacob
==
Jacob's carriage stopped after they entered the city, and he heard a rapping on the door. "What is it?" Jacob asked as he enjoyed a blowjob from his slave Ava.
The small window of the carriage opened, and one of the prince's retainers peeked in, sparing only a cursory glance at the gorgeous Ava sucking the prince's long cock, and said. "You wanted to know if Prince Ravon already arrived?"
"Well?" Jacob asked impatiently, shoving Ava's head up and down his cock, causing her to make sloppy, wet gurgles as she struggled to take his length.
"The gatekeepers tell me he arrived two days ago, and general Kalman arrived just yesterday."
Jacob grunted his acknowledgement as he came, spurting his seed directly down Ava's tight throat. "Ahh... Finally, I'll soon be free of this fucking carriage." He groaned. It'd been a long trip, and he'd have gone mad had it not been for the twins and... Various sources of entertainment along the way. Jacob licked his lips as he recalled Karen the farmhand.
---
A little while later, Jacob lounged, alone, in the bath of one of the many houses he owned inside the capital. He did not waste all his political and business connections, and owned more land than anyone in the kingdom. This house was one of his favorites. He'd designed the place himself, making sure that it was entirely soundproof and spyproof, with multiple escape routes. He even had the entire construction crew's memories of the building erased by the Mages' Guild. It had cost him a great deal of gold, but he knew it was well worth it.
Normally, his bath would have been filled with slaves frolicking and servicing him, but he'd been having sex nonstop in the carriage trip here, having had nothing else to do. Even as a man with such an insatiable appetite, he felt so sore and fatigued that sex was the last thing on his mind.
He'd sent the twins out into the city to gather some information. He had a feeling that this year's autumn festival would be unlike any other. There was a tension in the air of the capital. He'd caught a glance of some of his older brother's men on his way to his manor, and their looks back were somehow even unfriendlier than usual.
Ada, who wore an eye-catching white leather dress, entered the room as he lay in the bath, lost in his thoughts. The diamond on her collar glinted in the dim candlelit bathing chamber. "Jacob, have you been in that bath the whole time?" She admonished. "Get out of there, it's not good for your skin."
The prince merely waved dismissively. "Just tell me what you've found."
"Your brother's campaign was a massive success... He's managed to capture one of their queens, apparently." She continued, ignoring the scowl on Jacob's face. "Your uncle's campaign should be wrapped up before winter as well. The king's condition has worsened and he's now entirely bedridden. His physicians are not confident that he'll make it through the year."
Jacob nodded. He'd been making preparations for this day. He had close ties to the majority of the high lords of the court, and was confident of their support in a bid for the throne. Ravon might have the most men at first glance, but Jacob's influence would allow him to rally more men over a longer period of time, should he have the need. However, unlike his brute of a brother, Jacob did not wish to resort to force unless absolutely necessary.
"Any hints as to who my father plans to name his successor?"
"No," Ada answered. "But our plan don't change either way, do they?"
Jacob watched the water drip from his fingers idly. "No, but it would make it much easier if my senile father would simply pick me."
Ada smirked. "That would never happen, and you know it."
Jacob grinned, and was about to respond when Ava entered. "My prince," She reported. "There's a new Candran ambassador, and he seems to be already acquainted with the young prince and Minister Orvon."
"A new ambassador?" Jacob scowled. "Damned opportunists... We'll have to watch out for this ambassador. Who knows what Candra plans to gain from the moment of turmoil when my father passes."
"Jacob," Ada's expression turned serious. "You need to get Orvon on our good side. That man threatens us more than your brothers and all the lords of the court combined."
"Yes," Jacob replied. "Not to mention the fact that I'll need him once I become king." Everyone knew that Orvon was the one who kept the kingdom running, even when the king was still healthy. Orvon was also Spymaster, and was one of the reasons why Jacob insisted on spending a fortune to spyproof his manor.
"Keep an eye on my mother as well." Jacob ordered. "She's more dangerous than she appears, and she's always favored Ravvy." He said, using Ravon's childhood nickname with derision. "She'd do anything to help him ascend the throne. I've already caught a few lords that I thought were loyal to me talking to her."
"Yes, sir." Ava and Ada said together.
Jacob ground his teeth. Things were coming to a head, and he was not nearly as prepared as he wanted to be. The Candran ambassador threw in a new unknown variable, and Jacob still had no plans on how to deal with Orvon.
Ada watched the prince carefully, and knew from experience that an irritated Jacob will soon demand "release". The last time he looked this stressed, henearly choked a slave to death. Ada slipped out of her skin-tight dress, and slinked into the bath.
"Relax, my prince." She said with a dusky tone. "Let me make you feel better." She slowly sank under the water, and wrapped her lips around Jacob's flaccid cock. Ava followed her sister's lead, stripped down and sat down in the bath next to Jacob. She caressed the prince's body gently and nibbled and kissed at his ear.
Under the water, Ada held her breath as she sucked the prince's cock vigorously. Soon, she had to come up for air, but found herself being kept down by Jacob's strong hand. She was soon struggling for air, and bubbled and spluttered as she fought against the prince's grip.
Jacob grinned sadistically as he held Ada underwater. "Master..." He heard a worried Ava say next to him.
"Don't fret." He said as he let Ada come up for air.
Ada gasped and coughed as she took in huge gulps of air. Jacob admired her ruined face, the makeup that streaked down from her eyes, and the wet hair that clung onto her face. He leant down and kissed her on the lips, and moved behind her, shoving his now rock-hard erection into her dripping pussy.
"Oh gods..." Ada moaned hoarsely, still recovering from the harsh ordeal underwater. "Pull my hair, master." She groaned urgently, incredibly aroused from the prince's rough treatment.
Jacob smirked as he complied, gripping her hair and pulling her head back roughly. He knew just how to push Ada and reduce her into a submissive fuck toy, and he so enjoyed breaking the normally intelligent and icy Ada into a whimpering cum receptacle.
"Ah... Ah..." Ada gasped as Jacob fucked furiously, unable to even scream as the relentless assault on her cunt overwhelmed her mind with pleasure. As Jacob fucked her, he would shove her head beneath the water at long intervals, and pull her back up by her hair as she approached her limit.
After a short while of intense rutting, Jacob pulled out and pulled Ada's face under his cock, and unloaded his royal seed all over her face with a loud groan. The ropes of cum fell across the loyal slave's ruined face, painted one of her eyes shut, and draped across her open mouth
"Thank you, master." Ada drawled lustily as she licked at the white cum around her lips.
Jacob panted as he sat back in the bath, and watched as Ava approached her sister and licked her face clean. "Leave me now." He said while catching his breath. "I have much thinking to do."
==
Minister Orvon
==
The day of the festival was finally here. Orvon surveyed the scene around him in the great hall of the palace. The hall was grandiose in size, and had a high, arched ceiling. Gigantic candle chandeliers hung from the roof, and the floor was filled with long tables laid out in neat rows. The area around the throne was raised, and a large white table was laid there. Orvon sat to the right of the empty throne, and could see the entire hall from his position. Falin, the Candran ambassador, sat next to him in the place of honor, and his slave Elsi knelt on the cushion next to him. The rest of the table was occupied by the other ministers of the court. There were a few empty seats reserved for the royal family, who would later, by tradition, make an entrance. The throne itself, however, would stay empty, as the King was much too ill to attend the banquet.
The high lords sat at the tables right underneath the throne, and Orvon kept a wary eye on their faces. The slightest twitch of a muscle, the merest suggestion of a glance, and the most negligible hint of a whisper were all clues to him. These lords were the most powerful of them all, and Orvon would need to be sure of which way they leaned before the king passes.
Behind the high lords sat the other lords and dukes and assorted nobles, in order of rank. Near the front of them sat Lord Elbon, Orvon noticed. Elbon was one of his majesty's most loyal subjects, and had accumulated much wealth for himself. He'd been petitioning Orvon to join the ranks of the high lords, but Orvon had been delaying him for months, just to test the man's patience and loyalty.
At Lord Elbon's table sat a noble couple that Orvon had not seen before. The man was unassuming enough, but the woman was strikingly beautiful, and Orvon made a mental note to find out who they were. As someone who built a reputation of knowing everything, he did not enjoy not knowing anyone who sat amongst the most powerful nobles of the kingdom.
The more important seats in the room had a small cushion next to them for the slaves of powerful lords to kneel on. Each lord could only bring a single slave, in consideration of the space available. They used the occasion to show off their wealth, and brought out their most attractive and obedient slaves, dressed in extravagant silk and sequin dresses, dripping in lavish jewelry and chains made of various precious metals. Most of the slaves were dressed skimpily, but not so bare as to be considered depraved.
Orvon glanced sideways at the slave Elsi who knelt beside her master. Even in a room filled with gorgeous slaves in obscenely lavish dresses, the petite slave of the Candran ambassador shone above the rest. She was in a one piece dress which flowed from top to bottom like liquid gold, and white-gold decorations draped over her from head to toe. Teardrop shaped mother-of-pearl dangled from her headpiece, and she wore a frayed gold collar proudly. Even a man as stoic as Orvon could not help but feel his mind wander as he looked upon the beautiful creature.
A peal of trumpets broke Orvon out of his reverie, and all eyes in the room were drawn towards the entrance to the hall. "His royal highness, second prince of the Kingdom of Salka, the Silver Dragon, Master of a thousand slaves, Prince Jacob Volk!" The court herald shouted in a booming voice as the massive oak doors opened, and prince Jacob strolled in, with his twin slaves, Ava and Ada, in tow. The prince was dressed in a magnificent silver robe, with a dragon embroidered with silver thread down its side, the twins were in similar dresses to match their master. Quite a few of the nobles in attendance cheered as the prince walked past them, and Orvon took a mental note of them.
Jacob took his seat on the opposite side of the throne after exchanging the minimum of pleasantries with Orvon and the ambassador. The twins stood behind him proudly, disregarding the cushion beside the prince's ornate chair.
A few moments later, the herald announced the arrival of General Kalman and Prince Avery. Technically, Kalman Volk was also a prince, being the brother to the king, but he had long eschewed the title, preferring to be recognized alongside his men as a man of the battlefield, and the herald announced him as such. The herald rattled off the impressive achievement of the big man, and Avery, who stood beside him, felt a bit of color creeping up his cheeks. Avery had no titles besides that of a prince, and no achievements to speak of. Even a man as creative and fanciful as the herald could not think of anything to bestow upon the prince, and simply announced him as "the young star of Salka".
The general approached Orvon and embraced him in a bear hug. "Old friend!" He boomed. "How have you been these years?"
Orvon smiled, enduring the long crushing hug that was the signature of the big man. "I'm quite well. But not as well as you, it seems." He winced. "Sorry for not greeting you upon your return to the city. I've been rather busy."
Kalman looked at the bags under Orvon's eyes and knew that "rather busy" was a massive understatement. "No worries, old friend. You're the one keeping the kingdom together, after all." He paused. "Has my brother been awake yet?"
The entire royal family had already visited the king many times upon their return, and the king had been in a deep sleep the entire time. "No," Orvon shook his head. "And he isn't likely to be any time soon, according to his physicians."
Kalman sighed. "Did he tell you what his plans were?"
Orvon glanced at the curious eyes of Avery and the calculating eyes of his brother, and replied. "No, and let us discuss this some other time. Tonight is a joyous occasion. Eat, drink, and relax. Especially you, general. You must have missed the fare of the capital out there in the barbarian lands."
Kalman laughed. "Indeed!" He clapped Orvon on the shoulders, and led his young petite slave to his seat. He did not bid her to kneel, but instead lifted her up, squealing, onto his lap, and played with her smallish tits as they all awaited for the arrival of the other members of the royal family.
Finally, trumpets sounded once again, and in walked the eldest prince Ravon, with Queen Carosa Illiam Volk at his side. The crowd first cheered, but soon the cheers changed into whispers and gasps as they saw the female slave that Ravon towed behind him. The woman was the rumored barbarian queen Ravon had captured on his campaign against the Kaskarian tribes. She was led by a heavy chain that was attached to her thick, black iron collar. She was entirely naked. Her skin was dry and dirty, and her silver-white hair was lustreless and unkempt. Her long hair was tied back into a ponytail, which was in turn tied by a string to a shiny steel hook that penetrated her anus. The string was short and taut, forcing her to lean her head far back. Her hands were cuffed behind her back and a ball gag had been placed in her mouth, and her feet were tied together by a loose chain just long enough for her to walk in short, tight steps. The gasps from the crowd was partly due to the display of the slave, but also were directed towards the red whip marks that criss-crossed her entire back.
Most of the crowd murmured their disapproval of the obscene display of a roughly treated slave at such a grand occasion as the royal autumn festival banquet, although the nobles firmly in support of Prince Ravon still cheered somewhat hesitantly as the prince dragged the slave, half-stumbling and delirious, up to his seat.
"What is the meaning of this..." Growled General Kalman as the prince approached the table in front of the throne.
"What's the problem, uncle?" The prince rumbled back. "She was the queen of a Kaskarian tribe, and now she's my spoils of war. A symbol of the Kaskar region's eventual submission to our kingdom. Is this not the perfect occasion to show her to our subjects as a symbol of our Salkan might?"
Orvon observed the crowd quietly as the prince bickered with his uncle. From his estimations, the minister could only ensure the loyalty of barely over a third of the more powerful lords in attendance. Which was still more, although only slightly, than those who would bend the knee to Jacob. Less still were the supporters of Ravon, which did not come as a surprise, considering his volatile temperament and the fact that he was dumb as a footstool. What worried Orvon was the number of supporters the queen had. Her own family was ancient, dating back to the God Wars era. They mostly kept to themselves, but still had connections throughout the land, including ties to the Mages' and the Slavers' Guilds. Orvon knew that she'd always favored her firstborn, and that worried him.
He watched as the prince finally took his seat after forcing the former barbarian queen down on her knees, and stood up to announce the start of the festival. "My finest Lords and Ladies! Welcome to the autumn festival." He waited for the applause to die down. "Tonight we honor those who fought valiantly on the battlefield against the western barbarians, and foreign friends who have come to renew the spirit of friendship between our kingdoms. We also honor the royal family, who guides us through these uncertain times. But most of all, we honor the ordinary people, the noble farmers who harvest their bounties at this time of the year. They are the ones who make all this possible, the ones who put the food on our tables. Sadly, our King cannot be with us tonight due to his illness, but no doubt he would wish us to be merry and enjoy the feast. Now, without further ado, let the feast begin!"
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Countess Eliana
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Eliana hummed as she sipped her wine. The royal banquet was certainly a caliber above any other she'd ever attended. The food and drink were all delicious, and she glowed with the attention she'd been getting from her company at the table. Her husband, on the other hand, had been getting surlier as the evening went on. He'd been trying to engage with some of the other nobles in business discussions, but they all seemed to be far more interested in engaging in conversation with his gorgeous wife.
Eliana wore a tight black and red dress with a long slit down the side that gave occasional glimpses of her long, lithe legs as she walked, all the way up to the side of her creamy hips.
Her husband sat to her left at the table, and Lord Elbon to her right. The lord had been sneaking his hand under her dress to grope at her smooth legs and crotch the whole night. Eliana did not resist his advances, and even spread her legs a few times to allow the lord better access. Her husband was none the wiser, but Lord Elbon's wife had been staring daggers at Elbon and Eliana the whole night. Eliana didn't care. Elbon was only a stepping stone, she wasn't satisfied with simply moving from being a trophy wife to a trophy mistress of a more powerful man.
The lord leaned into her and whispered. "I don't know what your plan here is tonight, but let me give you a piece of advice." He rubbed her thigh as he spoke. "Whatever you do, make sure you stay in the good graces of Minister Orvon."
Eliana smiled and nodded, but knew that she'd have no chance with the minister. Beauty and sex were her only assets, and she'd long known of the minister's stoic reputation. He had never married, and was the only man in the royal court who did not keep any slaves. Sometimes she wondered whether he had any sex at all. She scanned the royal table, and her eyes settled on Prince Jacob. Out of the three princes, he seemed the most pliable. The youngest prince held no real power, and the eldest prince was, by all accounts, an imbecile, and his crazed eyes did not speak of a man she'd want to approach. Not to mention the vulgar display he put on during his entrance.
She'd heard of Prince Jacob's reputation, of course. His sexual appetite was legendary, and she felt she could use his penchant for married noble-ladies to her advantage. The only thing that gave her pause was his reputation for cruelty... I've come too far to give up now. She thought, gritting her teeth. She knew this was the only chance she had to approach the highest echelons of nobility, and she was going to make the most of it.
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Prince Jacob
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Jacob was in a sour mood. He'd watched his older brother's entrance through gritted teeth and slitted eyes. Ravon may be an idiot, but his prowess in battle was undeniable, and Jacob knew that Ravon paraded out the barbarian woman to rub it in his face. Jacob himself had led a few campaigns, but had never achieved the same success as his brother. The twins who stood behind him felt his irritation, and massaged his shoulders as the banquet went on.
Jacob scanned the hall, and spotted an unfamiliar face sitting next to Lord Elbon near the front of the room. The woman was absolutely stunning, the most beautiful creature Jacob had ever laid eyes on. He stared at her, and wondered who she was to Elbon. The woman suddenly lifted her eyes and looked directly into his. She smiled as she caught his eye, took a sip from her wine cup, and licked her lips slowly.
Jacob straightened his back and leaned forward. He returned her smile and stood up, beckoning her to follow with the slightest nudge of his chin. The twins made to follow him, but he waved them back, bidding them to stay.
==
Countess Eliana
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Eliana's heart raced as she excused herself from the table. He did mean for me to follow... Right? She thought to herself. She left through one of the side doors, and caught a glance of the prince disappearing down a side corridor. She quickly shuffled after him, after making sure no one was within sight.
She followed the prince down a series of convoluted corridors until the prince entered a small room and closed the door behind him. Eliana walked up to the room, and only hesitated slightly before knocking on the door.
"Come in." She heard the prince's voice, muffled behind the thick door.
She twisted the handle and entered, biting her lip in nervousness. Inside the room, Jacob sat on a large sofa with his legs crossed.
"Well, well... Who do we have here." The prince drawled lazily.
"Eliana Vero Eryon, at your service, your royal highness." Eliana curtsied to the best of her ability in her tight dress.
"You're married?" Jacob asked hungrily.
"Yes, your highness." Eliana smirked. "My husband and I were invited to the banquet by Lord Elbon."
"A beautiful woman like you... Following a man like me into a secluded room... What would your poor husband think?" The prince taunted her.
"Well..." The beautiful countess lowered her tone, and walked slowly towards the prince. "I suppose he would think that I am..." She placed her hand on the prince's knee, and knelt before him. "A slut."
Jacob sighed as she released his cock from his pants. His rod was already iron hard from arousal. He was certainly used to women throwing themselves at him, but none so wanton, and none nearly as beautiful.
"Mmmmm..." Eliana moaned as she wrapped her lips around the prince's cock. "You're so hard, my prince."
Jacob moaned as he put a hand behind the countess' head, and pushed her down until she gagged. "Oh yes you little whore." He groaned. "Look what you've done."
"Gg... Gak... Ghhhh." Eliana gagged as she struggled to take the entirety of the prince's impressive length inside her throat, and tears began to leak out of the corner of her eyes.
The prince shoved her head up and down his shaft a few more times before he couldn't take it anymore. He grabbed the countess and roughly placed her, still kneeling, face down on the sofa. "Today's your lucky day, you horny little slut." He hissed. "I really need to let off some steam after my brother's stupid little show... I'm going to fuck you until you can't walk back to your husband anymore."
Eliana whimpered, half in fear and half in arousal. Men like Lord Elbon had been rough with her before, but she wasn't sure that she would be prepared for Prince Jacob's assault, given his reputation.
The prince slid her dress aside by the long slit down the side, and slid his hand between the countess' legs. He was pleased to find that she was already damp. He nudged open her lower lips with a couple of fingers and slid them in, eliciting a whimpering response from the hot woman in front of him.
"Ohh..." Eliana moaned. "Put it in me, my prince." Her heart raced with anticipation and a tinge of fear.
Jacob obliged, sliding his long cock easily into her slick entrance. "Not bad..." He groaned. "You're a lot tighter than most of the whores I've fucked." He slid his hand down her back, admiring the taut musculature which rippled beneath her creamy skin.
Eliana moaned as the prince began to fuck her hard and deep. She felt a hand on the back of her head, grinding her face into the sofa cushions. The pressure on her head added to her arousal and her moans became louder and louder as the thudding sound of flesh upon flesh in the room became more and more frantic.
"Oh yes, your highness! Fuck this unworthy slut!" Eliana yelled, making sure to stimulate the prince verbally. "Punish this whore's unfaithful cunt!" From her experience, men in power could not get enough of a noblewoman degrading herself before them. She was right. The prince was enjoying every second of fucking the dirty countess. Never before had a noblewoman acted like such a wanton slut before him.
"Ugh yeah you fucking dirty bitch..." Jacob grunted as he spanked her asscheeks. "Do you let your husband do this to you?"
"O-Of course not, your highness." Eliana whimpered. "He's a weak man who can no longer satisfy me." She said, and the prince smirked and gave her a few more hard spanks, drawing muffled yelps from the countess.
After a few minutes more of the prince's rough pounding, Eliana could no longer contain herself. She let out a prolonged, muffled shriek into the cushions, and came. The prince felt a gush of hot liquid against his legs and grinned. "A squirter, eh? You really are full of surprises..."
The countess mewled in post-orgasmic bliss, and then felt the prince rubbing her fluids around her asshole with his cock-head. "Oh... Yes my prince. Take my virgin ass..." She lied. "Do whatever you want to me..." She pushed on. "Make me yours, o prince. I'd leave my husband for you in a heartbeat..."
"So that's what you're after eh?" The prince suddenly grabbed the countess and turned her around. "You fucking slut." He slapped her suddenly. Hard. The cracking sound of the hit reverberated in the room. Eliana yelped in pain as she fell back onto the sofa, her face reddened, already starting to bruise.
"Did you think it was going to be so easy?" Jacob sneered, choking her with one hand. "Do you think I haven't had women throw themselves at me, desperate to become a princess?" He squeezed harder. "I'll admit, you are definitely the most exquisite piece of meat I've ever fucked, but that's all you'll ever be..."
"Gh... P-Please..." Eliana managed to gasp through the Prince's hold on her throat.
Jacob relented, dropping her onto the sofa. "I haven't cum yet, bitch." He growled. The prince bent her legs back, placing them on his shoulders, and shoved his cock into her ass.
"OH GODS!!" Eliana screamed from the sudden, unwelcome intrusion. The prince ignored her whimpers and fucked her ass, hard.
Eliana's mind burned with the pain of the prince's pounding of her raw asshole, and gritted her teeth. She had trained herself extensively in the upcoming days to the banquet, knowing that the prince would most likely want to fuck her ass, but she was wholly unprepared for the destruction of her hole that she was receiving now.
After a long while of enduring the pain, Eliana finally got used to the prince's cock in her ass, and began to feel the now-familiar pleasure of anal sex. Moans of pleasure began to be mixed into her shrieks of pain.
"Ugh... You like being fucked in your rear, don't you. You fucking whore!" Jacob was truly enjoying fucking the countess. He looked deep into her fear-filled eyes, and felt his climax approaching.
"Oh yeah you whore..." Jacob pulled out at the last second and spurted his royal seed all over the countess's upper body, splashing her face and dress.
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Eliana sniffed and raised herself up off the sofa. She had lain there for a long while after the prince left. Fuck. She thought. What am I supposed to do now. She felt miserable. Her dress was rumpled and covered in cum from the prince's assault, and her face was a ruined mess. She winced as she touched the place where Jacob had hit her. She felt like crying, but couldn't help but admit she'd cum over and over as the prince forcibly took her ass. Gods, maybe I truly am a whore.
She rose unsteadily to her feet, and cleaned herself at the vanity table next to the sofa to the best of her ability. Luckily, there happened to be some makeup inside a dusty box in one of the drawers, and she was able to cover up the bruise slightly and re-apply her eye colors. The stains on the dress still showed after she wiped the cum away, but were faded enough that one would not notice unless they really paid attention.
She left the room and walked around the corridors listlessly for a while, trying to make her way back to the banquet hall before realizing that she was lost. Damn this place! It's like a fucking maze. She thought to herself. Just as she was beginning to feel frustrated, she heard a voice down one of the side passages.
"Ohh son... You have such strong hands..." It was a woman's voice, accompanied by soft moans.
"I can't wait anymore, mother. I need to fuck you." A man said with a gruff voice.
"Yes... Come with me. Oh gods I need to feel you inside me!" The woman whimpered.
Eliana's mind was burning with curiosity. She took off her heels and followed the voices and footsteps cautiously, and turned a corner just in time to see a door close. She waited for a minute, then approached the room and put her ear against the door.
"Oh gods yes Ravon!! Fuck me! Fuck your mother! Pound my needy cunt!" Eliana could clearly hear the muffled yelps of the queen even through the thick wooden door.
Oh by the great Sal! The queen is fucking her firstborn! The countess could not believe her ears. She took a few steps back and steadied herself. She hid herself away into an alcove and waited patiently for the pair to finish, and started to think of a plan in the meantime...
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After the royal mother and son finished with a screaming orgasm from the queen, Eliana followed the two back to the banquet with extreme caution, memorizing the route carefully along the way. As she walked back to her table, her husband strode up to her angrily and grabbed her arm. "Where the hell have you been." He whispered furiously, and narrowed his eyes. "What in the hells happened to your face?"
Eliana shrugged her husband hand away, and said dismissively. "I fell against a sconce."
"Don't give me that shit!" The count said through gritted teeth, perhaps a bit too loudly as some nobles nearby raised an eyebrow or two their way. "You think I don't know you've been fucking Lord Elbon? And god knows who else!" He whispered after glancing around self-consciously.
"Then divorce me." The countess simply said, looking down on her husband as she did so, as she was a fair bit taller in her heels. She strode back to her seat next to Lord Elbon, leaving her husband stunned, his mouth agape.
Lord Elbon scanned her up and down as she sat down, leaned to her and said. "I take it your introduction to Prince Jacob did not go well?"
Eliana simply smiled and did not reply. She took a long swig of her wine, and heard the lord add. "I told you. If you want to make it here, you can't go wrong with Orvon." He said as he snuck a hand under her dress and ran his fingers up her thigh. "Stick with me, and I'll make sure to get you on the minister's good side. He's not getting younger you know. Sooner or later he's going to need a wife."
Eliana swatted the lord's hand away. "No thank you, my lord. Thank you for all your 'help', but I won't be requiring any more of your assistance." She said coldly.
The change on the handsome lord's face was immediate. The winsome but sleazy smile on his face turned ugly as he curled his lips and sneered. "You ungrateful whore... Who in the hells do you think you are..." He whispered harshly. "Go back to your slut of a friend's parties, a fuckdoll is all you will ever be." The lord stood up. "Let's go." He said to his wife, who had a wide grin on her face as she sneered at Eliana, and left with their slave in tow.
Eliana breathed deeply. Her husband seemed to have gone as well, and her mind raced nervously as she concentrated on her plan. She was truly betting it all on her next gambit, and just the thought of dealing with the prince again made her queasy with fear. It's going to work... It must. She repeated to herself.
She spent the rest of the evening staring at Prince Jacob, waiting for him to make a move. She finally got her chance as the prince stood up, presumably to use the lavatory. She quickly rose to follow.
Just as she went through the door that Jacob had just used to leave the hall, she was suddenly grabbed by her throat and pinned against the wall. "Why are you following me, bitch. Have you not learned your lesson?" The prince snarled as he choked the countess with a vice-like grip.
"P-Please. I-I have information." She managed to gasp.
The prince sneered contemptuously. "What could you possibly tell me that's useful?"
"P-Please... I-I can't breathe!" Eliana heaved.
Jacob relaxed his grip. "Speak." He said.
"I won't say anything until we swear a blood-oath." Eliana said hoarsely as she gulped at the air like a fish out of water.
"Pfft. What a waste of time." Jacob shook his head as he prepared to walk away.
"It could give you the throne." Eliana said, calling after the prince.
Jacob stopped and turned around. "You expect me to believe you?"
Eliana stared unblinkingly at the prince. "I am telling the truth. What I know would deliver the throne to you on a plate. You only need take it."
Normally, Jacob would not have given such an outrageous claim a second thought, but something in the countess' eyes gave him pause. "And what do you want in return?"
Eliana's eyes glinted in the swaying torchlight of the dimly lit hallway. She slinked up to the prince and put her arms around his shoulders.
"I want to be queen."
==
Prince Jacob
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Jacob sat in his chair, deep in thought. The countess had left the banquet, but her words left a deep impression. She seemed different from all the women in the past who tried to get closer to him, and it wasn't just because of her looks. What kind of information could she possibly offer me? He thought to himself. A blood-oath was no joking matter. Powerful magics are involved in a blood-oath ceremony, and the parties of the oath must abide by it, lest they suffer the consequences. When jacob was young, he had seen a man who had broken his oath. He shuddered as he recalled the grisly details of the man's demise. The details of the oath that the countess had proposed did not seem unreasonable, however. He'd have to take her as his queen, and promise to do her no harm, but only if the information she provides leads to him ascending the throne.
Taking a woman like her as my queen might not be such a bad idea... He thought. He certainly needed one if he became king, and Eliana seemed a better choice than most. She might not be of noble blood, but Jacob was never one to care for such things. The countess seemed like someone who had a fierce spirit and was relentless in her pursuits. Not bad qualities for a queen to have...
Fine. He decided. We'll do it her way.
Just then, the doors burst open and a servant ran inside and shouted. "The king is awake! The king is awake! He's asked for the royal family and Minister Orvon!"