King Charming Chapters 1 and 2

King Charming by GeorgeTasker

PROLOGUE: KING NOTHING

Thomas trudged through the forest, stumbling on a tree-root and stubbing his bare toe painfully.

“Ah shit!” he swore, limping slightly in pain. His filthy feet were bruised and battered, a number of cuts on his bare soles. “How the fuck did all this happen?” he swore again, shivering slightly. The afternoon was definitely getting colder, and the fact he was walking completely naked through the forest certainly didn’t help things.

It had not always been like this, Thomas contemplated to himself as he hiked onwards, yelping as his bare thigh brushed past a sharp bramble, drawing a thin line of blood. Once, not so long ago, Thomas would never have imagined himself in such a position. Thomas had been King. No, he corrected himself. He was still King.

CHAPTER ONE: HIGH TREASON

A day earlier King Thomas took his seat in the royal throne room, his throne room. On his brow rested a richly bejeweled golden crown, and around him sat his most loyal and trusted advisors. Or so he thought.

“You took quite a risk your highness,” said the ancient Sir Conrad, a gray bearded old General from one of the border counties in Thomas’s kingdom. The nobleman was referring to the bold demands that the King had made of the Amazon Queen when negotiating a peace treaty between their nations.

“Nonetheless the King made a very beneficial settlement,” cut in General Bairacali, head of King Thomas’s armies. “We keep all the lands we have captured and as we speak one hundred Amazon slaves are heading towards the city to ensure the peace treaty holds.”

“What are we going to do with one hundred Amazons?” asked Conrad. “The dungeons are full as it is.”

The King unfastened the front of his robe, he was naked beneath, his thick cock already semi-erect. This would have shocked any normal court, but King Thomas’s advisors were becoming used to such displays from their young ruler. He gestured to the lovely noblewoman beside him, Lady Valeria. The sexy noble immediately went to her knees in front of her King, letting out a soft, resigned sigh as she lifted his cock to her lips and began sucking on him. King Thomas gave a satisfied sigh and patted the top of the beautiful noblewoman’s head as she began to bob up and down in his lap.

“We are going to do whatever we want with them,” snapped the King impatiently. If it weren’t for Valeria’s talented mouth he would never have the tolerance for council meetings such as these. “They are slaves not prisoners. I’m sure General Bairacali wouldn’t mind a pair of fat titted Amazon servants? They will not put any pressure on our dungeons.” The King gave a soft sigh of pleasure as his cock grew to full erection inside Valeria’s wet mouth.

“Do you really think they will not retaliate?” asked the plump Baron Pehlam, another of the King’s advisors.

Valeria’s mouth moved rapidly over the King’s cock, her skilled tongue swirling around the head each time she drew back, before her mouth once again plunged down over his hard shaft, taking him deep into her throat. “It’s possible,” conceded Thomas with a nod as he gently ran a hand through Valeria’s long flowing hair. “But if they do then General Bairacali will crush them once again.”

“Without breaking a sweat,” Bairacali confirmed with a grin, eyeing with a tad of jealousy the rapidly sucking lips of Valeria. The pretty noblewoman slurped noisily at her King’s cock, her cheeks blushing from either embarrassment or effort, the General was not sure which.

“Enough,” said the King at last, grabbing a handful of Valeria’s hair and yanking her head up out of his lap. The lovely Valeria noted once again that he hadn’t come in her mouth, although she should probably be humiliated by the experience she actually felt a little disappointed he hadn’t finished the job as he used to. Was she losing the King’s interest? “I have a meeting with the royal sorceress,” continued the King. “We’ll continue this discussion tomorrow.”

As the assembled nobles all filed out the General took Valeria by her upper arm and pulled her aside.

“I need to talk with you,” he whispered, glancing rather nervously in the direction of the King. Thomas was already on his way out the door however.

“What do you want?” Valeria demanded of the General, her face showing her distaste. She had always detested Bairacali, and had hated him even more after the King had given her to the General for a night as a reward for his success in the war against the Amazons. That night Bairacali had ruthlessly used her to sate his lusts, showing no care for her own needs, merely using her as a receptacle for his seed.

“I have a proposition for you,” he told her, the glint of lust in his eyes easily apparent.

“There’s nothing you can offer me to make me sleep with you again,” Valeria replied almost spitting the words at him, her face a grimace as she remembered that night.

“How would you like to be Queen?” the General asked.

“King Thomas may like the way I suck his cock, but he will never marry me,” Valeria scoffed, wondering what the ugly soldier had in mind.

The General grinned, his eyes unconsciously darting down to glance at Valeria’s deep cleavage. “Who said anything about Thomas?”

Valeria’s eyes widened as she realized what the General was suggesting. “You’re not saying - - ”

“Not here,” snapped Bairacali, suddenly silencing her. “Let’s retire to my room.”

Valeria hesitated for only an instant. The lingering taste of King Thomas’s cock on her tongue was all she needed to make up her mind. The lovely noblewoman took the General’s arm and let him lead her to his chambers so they could talk in private.

“What do you have planned?” Valeria asked as soon as they were alone in Bairacali’s chambers. She felt a little uncomfortable there, remembering the last time she had been here, when King Thomas had ordered her to warm the General’s bed.

“Tonight my assassin will kill the King, I will invoke Martial Law and take control of the kingdom. With the support of the council I will take the crown in the King’s absence,” the General told her.

Valeria’s eyes widened slightly. “Tonight? Why trust me with this?” she asked him dubiously.

“You hate the King even more than I want the crown, he humiliates you in front of the council every day. Even in front of the court and even in front of servants,” the General replied. “Plus I need support on the council to get the crown and both Pehlam and Sir Conrad are spineless.”

Valeria nodded slowly, “This is treason,” she murmured, stating the obvious.

The General remained silent, watching the lovely noblewoman carefully.

Valeria frowned. “What do I get out of this?”

The General chuckled, he had her now. “I am the one taking all the risk. But nevertheless when I am King you will be my Queen.”

Valeria’s heart soared, Queen? She smiled broadly, “Queen Valeria? I like the sound of that.” Of course it would mean she would have to give herself to the lustful General, but at least she would not be treated like some slut or a piece of meat as she was currently.

“So we have a deal?” Bairacali asked eagerly.

“Yes I will convince the council to support your claim when the King is dead,” Valeria agreed.

“And you will become my Queen?” pressed the General, stepping close to Valeria, his hands resting on her hips and drawing her closer.

“Yes, I will be your Queen,” she replied, cut off as Bairacali suddenly pressed his lips forcefully against her mouth in a crushing kiss. The General’s tongue roughly forced its way into the beautiful noble’s mouth.

“Excellent!” he said as he broke off the kiss. “We should celebrate, seal the deal.”

Here it comes, Valeria thought to herself. “Yes,” she said with a nod, steeling herself as Bairacali’s rough hands climbed from her hips and seized her full breasts through her gown, squeezing them roughly. She gasped slightly as he crudely groped her tits. “The King is with the sorceress tonight, is it wise to attack tonight?” Valeria asked as she was shoved onto the bed.

Bairacali stood at the end of the bed, unbuckling his belt as he loomed over Valeria. “My assassin knows how to deal with the sorceress,” the General explained as he dropped his pants, revealing his already erect cock.

“Brilliant,” Lady Valeria complemented him as he climbed onto the bed and pushed up her dress to her hips, moving between her creamy thighs with little foreplay.

“Tomorrow you will be a Queen,” murmured Bairacali as he thrust his rock hard cock painfully into Valeria’s unprepared vagina, she let out a gasp as she lay back on the bed and let the General spend himself inside her. Thankfully sucking the King off during the meeting just before had aroused her somewhat so she wasn’t completely dry. “Ahh I had almost forgotten how sweet your cunt was Lady Valeria,” Bairacali breathed as he humped her.

**

Meanwhile in the royal bedchamber Carmen the White, royal sorceress to King Thomas sat astride her sovereign, her gown of pure white hiked up to her hips as she rode the King’s regal member. Thomas groaned, holding his sorceress’s hips as she worked a very special kind of magic, rolling her hips and grinding herself down on his rock hard cock which Lady Valeria had done such a good job of warming up for him.

“You know that my magic is weakened through such carnal activities,” Carmen cautioned her King as she tossed her long flowing snowy white hair, arching her back as she rode him.

“Who gives a fuck, you’re a great lay,” grunted Thomas in reply, running his hands up from her slim hips to cup and squeeze the magic user’s sizeable breasts through her white gown. He groped the sorceress’s lovely tits and rammed his hips up off the bed, thrusting up to meet her surging loins.

Thomas gripped the front of Carmen’s gown and yanked it open, her ample breasts spilling free, jiggling wildly. With a grunt of lust the young King seized the pale orbs, squeezing them tightly in his fists as his cock thrust even deeper up into the lovely magician. His greedy fingers captured Carmen’s nipples and he gave them a firm pinch, causing the enchantress to gasp sharply.

“One day you may need my magic, your highness,” Carmen breathed, but before the King could reply she leant forward, offering her full breasts to his ravenous mouth and cutting off any answer. Thomas moaned as he ardently licked and sucked at the sorceress’s wonderful tits for a several minutes, all the while the rapturous rolling of her groin over his cock never ceasing.

Thomas then lifted Carmen up off his cock and sat up, leaning over towards her and passionately kissing her pale lips. The King’s tongue slipped deep into the sorceress’s mouth as he gripped her snowy white hair and yanked her head back. He then broke off the kiss and moved off the bed, dragging Carmen behind him with a handful of her hair. Carmen gasped as the rough monarch pulled her across the room, as much as she enjoyed his attentions the young royal sometimes got a little carried away with his lust.

“I wish to gaze upon my realm,” he breathed as he pushed Carmen against the ledge of his bedroom window, bending her over so that her head was outside and her buttocks perfectly presented towards him. The sorceress gasped slightly as the King pushed her gown back up to her hips and lined himself up with her cunt. His bedroom was at the top of the eastern tower of the castle and looked out across the city, it was quite a dizzying height.

Thomas gave a grunt as he thrust himself back up inside her, his balls slapping against her as he started to hump her from behind. “Oh yeah!” he gasped, driving deep. “It’s a pity we’re up so high,” he murmured as he reached around with one hand to grasp as squeeze one of Carmen’s ample boobs. “Your spectacular tits are probably too far away for anyone else to admire.”

Carmen’s breath quickened, there was something very erotic to be hanging out such a high window and being fucked at the same time.

Suddenly the door to the royal bedchamber burst open. Thomas pulled out of Carmen in surprise, turning to see who had dared interrupt him.

The limp body of the King’s bodyguard slumped through the burst open doorway, a throwing knife imbedded in his forehead.

“Assassin!” yelled the King, hoping to summon any nearby guards.

”Run!” yelled Carmen, stepping in front of her King, her gown still gaping wide open as the attacker entered the room.

“Oh fuck!” swore the King, looking left and right for a getaway. Thomas’s heart leapt into his throat as he saw his assailant for the first time. The killer was dressed from head to toe in a deep, blood red robe and carried a wide bladed scimitar. It was a Jubanti, one of the deadly tribe of expert assassins from the Northlands, feared throughout the realm and known to never fail to execute their mark.

Thomas looked desperately around for an escape as his semi-naked sorceress stepped towards the Jubanti to defend her King. The only exit from the room was blocked by the assassin, so Thomas, seeing no alternative started to clamber out of the window, hoping to cling to the ledge outside whilst Carmen the White dealt with the assassin or his guards arrived.

The Jubanti hesitated a moment, sizing up the white haired beauty that was between him and his target. Carmen’s hands slowly started to trace an almost hypnotic pattern in the air and her lips started to move. The Jubanti’s eyes widened as he suddenly seemed to realize just who the sorceress was. As the assassin slashed out with his scimitar there was a loud bang and a sudden bright white light. A small shockwave rocked the entire tower and Carmen was thrown backwards to the floor. There was a scream from outside the window.

Seconds later four guardsmen burst into the room to see Carmen lying on the floor in front of a burnt husk of human bones. Captain Menza, head of the castle guards was at their front, he took one look at the scorched bones and leveled the point of his sword at the dazed sorceress.

“Arrest her,” he growled, “And get the General.”

**

Thomas stepped out of the bedroom window, onto the very thin stone ledge that ran around the frame.

“Shit!” he swore as a sudden gust of wind rocketed him, almost throwing him off the ledge. The King gingerly peered down and immediately wished he hadn’t, he was about forty feet above the city, standing on a small, crumbling stone ledge.

Inside the bedchamber the assassin and sorceress were facing off, and Thomas edged sideways, trying to get as far out of the reach of the killer as he could. He just hoped that the guards had heard the commotion and were on their way up.

Suddenly there was a massive bang and a bright light exploded out of the bedroom window. The entire tower rocked in the blast and Thomas was thrown off.

“Ohhhhh fuuuuuck!” he cried as the ledge was torn out from under his feet. His stomach leapt into his throat as he fell towards the city below at an alarming rate. The buildings below swiftly rose up to meet his falling body and he crashed painfully through a thatched roof, then everything went white.

**

“It wasn’t me. That’s not the King!” protested Carmen the White as two guards manacled her hands behind her back.

“I suppose the King just disappeared then?” scoffed Captain Menza.

“No, he’s outside the window,” replied Carmen fearfully. She didn’t even notice the guard on her right leering at her large breasts, which were still exposed.

“Oh right,” Menza replied sarcastically. He kicked the burnt pile of bones with the toe of his boot, “and I suppose this pile of bones is the page boy?”

“No, you don’t understand, he’s an assassin. I saved the King!” argued the sorceress, with her hands chained she was unable to use her magic to free herself.

Menza laughed at her excuse. “Take her to the dungeons!” he ordered.

As the guards dragged away the protesting sorceress Menza turned and glanced out the window, there was no obvious sign of anyone on the ledge or the rooftops below, but Menza had a bad feeling in the pit of his stomach.

“Get a squad together and search the buildings below,” Menza ordered the remaining guard.

“For the assassin?” asked the guard, surprised that his Captain had believed the sorceress’s feeble sounding excuse.

“For the King,” Menza corrected.

**

It took Thomas almost a full minute to realize that he wasn’t dead. He shrugged aside the whiteness, which turned out to be a linen sheet and found himself staring into the most impressive cleavage he’d seen in weeks. The mouth-watering cleavage and plump bosoms turned out to belong to a very pretty young brunette dressed in a servant’s gown. She gasped in shock at the sight of Thomas.

Thomas’s hand shot out, clamping over her mouth and stifling her scream just as it started to burst from her lungs.

“Silence wench!” he snapped at the wide-eyed laundry girl. “I’m the King!” He gave her a moment to calm down before finally releasing his hand from her mouth.

“King Thomas?” she gasped in amazement.

“Yes, now remain silent girl!” he ordered, glancing around nervously, worried that the assassin would try to kill him.

It seemed to suddenly sink in just who he was, as the laundry girl began to curtsey and bow. “I’m sorry your highness, I didn’t recognize you,” the girl hastily apologized.

“Shhh!” said Thomas at once, his mind racing. “We have to escape the castle, they may still be following me.” Thomas’s head snapped around at the sound of the guards beginning their search of the buildings below the tower window. At the moment he didn’t know who to trust and decided the best course of action was to get the fuck out of the castle until he could determine who was behind this attack and if it was safe to return.

He peered around the castle laundry, the buxom young servant was the only person there at this late hour. Thomas saw that he had crashed through the roof of the laundry and landed in a wheeled cart filled with clean sheets. The Gods were definitely watching out for him.

“I’ll hide in this cart,” Thomas decided. “You wheel me out of here, and whatever happens, stop for no one!”

“I can’t!” protested the laundry girl. “I’m not allowed to take the laundry outside the gates, I’ll get into trouble.”

Thomas sighed and grabbed the girl’s wrist. “What’s your name?” he asked.

The girl swallowed, “Kristy, your highness. Kristy Woodcock.”

Thomas smiled, trying to look as reassuring as possible. “Listen to me Kristy, I am your King, do you understand that?”

“Yes, your highness,” she replied, with a small curtsey.

“And you must obey your King, correct?”

“Yes, your highness.”

“Now do you really think you will get in trouble for doing as your King commands?” he asked her.

“No,” she replied in a meek tone of voice.

“Good,” said Thomas. “Now that we have that cleared up, let’s get the hell out of here!”

Thomas ducked down under the sheets, pulling them over him as Kristy started to wheel the cart out of the laundry. Just as Kristy pushed the cart through the doorway and out into the courtyard she was stopped by two guards.

“What are you doing?” demanded one of the guards.

Kristy’s voice was almost shaking in fear. “I’m taking the laundry out.”

“Where?” demanded the guard, his eyes narrowing as he peered at the very nervous young woman. Under the sheets Thomas tensed slightly, they could be in trouble.

“The stains are stubborn, I am taking them to the alchemist to clean,” the pretty laundry maid replied, Thomas smiled at her quick thinking.

The guard snorted at the reply. “Probably more of the King’s fornicating,” he scoffed. “Off with you.” The guard slapped Kristy on her shapely posterior, sending her on her way. Under the sheets the King bit down his anger at the guards crude comment.

“Who is it you’re searching for?” asked Kristy, and Thomas could almost have jumped up and kissed her, now he might get some useful information.

“Never you mind, off about your business,” growled the guard.

Kristy decided not to push the point.

**

Bairacali wiped his spent cock on Lady Valeria’s shapely buttocks, giving one of the firm mounds a playful slap as he reached for his robe. The General took his time getting dressed, pausing to again slap Valeria’s nice ass as he headed out of his bedchamber and made his way to the King’s quarters where, as planned Captain Menza was waiting for him.

“You’re late,” remarked the Captain.

“I had some - - some business to attend to,” the General replied with a sly grin as he remembered the sound fucking he had given Valeria.

“The King is dead,” Menza told him. “He fell from the tower during the attack.”

Bairacali nodded emotionlessly. “The assassin escaped?”

“No,” replied Menza with a smile. “Carmen the White hsd been captured and locked in the dungeon.”

Bairacali’s grin matched his Captain’s. “Excellent, even better than I expected. You have outdone yourself General Menza.”

Menza smiled, the fact Bairacali had used the title General was not lost on him.

“The body has been recovered?” Bairacali asked.

“Not yet,” admitted Menza, “But the men are scouring the buildings below the tower, it will be found soon. Shall I declare Marshall Law?” he asked.

General Bairacali frowned slightly at the news. “Yes, we will continue as planned. Assemble the council in the throne room,” he ordered. “And let me know as soon as the body is found!”

“Yes sir!” Menza snapped to attention and saluted his commander. General Menza. He liked the sound of that!

CHAPTER TWO: ON THE OUTSIDE

“We’re out!” Kristy hissed to the pile of sheets in her laundry cart.

“Excellent!” came King Thomas’s reply. “Now keep quiet, you need to take me somewhere safe so I can decide what to do about all this.”

“Where?” Kristy asked.

There was a sigh of impatience from the cart full of sheets. “I don’t give a fuck. Just get me away from the castle and off the streets.”

The buxom laundry girl floundered for a moment, where was she going to take him? It seemed as though every guard in the castle was searching for the King. What on earth had happened and why was the King fleeing like a common fugitive?

Not seeing any alternative Kristy started pushing the laundry cart along the bumpy city street, heading for her home, it was the only safe place she knew. As they made their way through the city to the poorer side of town there were occasional curses and mutterings from the cart, but other than the King didn’t say anything.

“We’re here,” she said at last as she pushed the cart up to the side of a rather small, run down house. Thomas popped his head out from under the sheets for the first time since the castle.

“Where?” he demanded.

“My house,” Kristy replied timidly.

The King mumbled something in reply and clambered out of the cart, Kristy blushed as she realized for the first time that he was naked.

“Oh my!” she gasped as he pulled a sheet from the cart and wrapped it around his waist.

“Not much to look at, is it?” he demanded.

“Shh,” warned Kristy. “Keep your voice down or you’ll wake father.”

Thomas opened his mouth, about to angrily remind her that she couldn’t tell the King what to do and then thought better of it. “Hmm, perhaps you’re right. Less people that know about this the better.”

“Thank you.”

“Well? What are you waiting for? Let’s go in, it’s freezing out here!” Thomas snapped, his lack of clothing causing a shiver to run down his spine.

“Of course,” Kristy quickly ushered King Thomas into the small woodcutter’s shack that served as her family’s home and led him as quietly as she could up the stairs to her small bedroom.

“This will have to do I guess,” said Thomas, wrinkling up his nose at the squalid room and rather uncomfortable looking bed in one corner. He gave a noisy yawn, it had been quite a night. “I’ll take the bed,” he decided, heading straight for it. “You can sleep on the floor.”

“Yes, your highness,” Kristy quickly agreed as the King slumped onto her bed and almost immediately started to snore. It was indeed, quite a night. Kristy sighed and looked regretfully at the hard wooden floor, she could hardly argue however, he was the King after all.

**

A rather bleary-eyed council assembled in the throne room at about the same time as the King was climbing into the laundry maid’s bed.

Sir Conrad looked particularly grouchy to have been disturbed at this early hour. “What’s all this about Bairacali?” the old veteran demanded.

“The King has been assassinated,” General Bairacali replied, getting straight to the point. He was dressed in his armor for added effect and Captain Menza stood behind his right shoulder, likewise fully armed and armored.

“You’re not serious?” gasped Sir Conrad in shock.

“Regretfully, I am,” Bairacali confirmed. “I have had the city placed under Marshall Law and as we speak my soldiers are scouring the city streets for any further signs of uprising.”

“Who did such a monstrous thing?” Lady Valeria asked in mock outrage, it actually felt rather strange for the noblewoman to be able to speak during a council meeting, her mouth was usually stuffed with royalty.

“The sorceress Carmen the White has been placed in the dungeon’s by Captain Menza, she was found standing over the body of the King,” Bairacali replied solemnly.

“I always distrusted that evil witch,” muttered Baron Pehlam.

“To lose our liege so soon after his father’s death is indeed a tragedy,” said Bairacali, trying his best to hide his excitement.

“The King has no heir,” said Valeria, speaking the lines that Bairacali had fed her and steering the discussions direction. “What are we to do?”

“The city is under the command of the army,” said Bairacali. “At this point stability is of the utmost importance.”

Sir Conrad frowned at this, “You seek to take the crown?” he asked Bairacali, his tone containing a note of challenge.

“It is for the good of the realm,” said Bairacali. “Need I remind the council that we are still at war with the Amazons until the ransom is paid by the Amazon Queen as agreed with by Thomas.”

“There is no other choice for the crown,” said Valeria quickly, getting in before either Conrad or Pehlam could protest.

“The mourning period must be upheld,” said Sir Conrad, deciding not to challenge the General’s claim at this point.

“Mourning period?” asked Bairacali in surprise, young Thomas had ascended the throne immediately following his father’s death.

“Sir Conrad is correct,” said Baron Pehlam. “It is the end of a royal line. The city will be in five days of mourning before we can hold the coronation.”

“The other noble’s may not accept you General, you are not of a noble family,” warned Sir Conrad, still not trusting Bairacali.

“That is why I will take Lady Valeria as my Queen!” said Bairacali proudly.

**

King Thomas awoke far too early for his liking to the sounds of the laundry maid Kristy changing out of her maid’s gown. He couldn’t help but admire her long slim legs and delicately rounded posterior as she bent over to pick up a clean dress.

“You’re quite beautiful Kristy,” Thomas remarked aloud.

Kristy gasped in surprise and spun around, holding the clean dress up over her bare chest, she’d been sure the King was fast asleep and had taken the opportunity to change her clothes. “I thought you were asleep.”

Thomas shook his head. “Your bed is horrible and lumpy, I don’t know how you put up with it.”

“I don’t have a choice,” Kristy replied, slightly angry. She’d spent all night on the hard floor and he was the one complaining? She bit back her irritation, he was the King after all.

“Never mind that, help me with this,” he told her, pushing aside her blanket to reveal his fully erect penis, jutting up proudly from between his legs.

Kristy’s eyes went wide in surprise, “Wh - - what?” she was lost for words.

“What’s the matter wench, haven’t you ever seen a man’s cock before?” growled the King.

“Yes, but - - ” she still didn’t really know where to put herself. Kristy tore her eyes away from the realm’s crown jewels, blushing furiously.

“Well then what’s the problem?” demanded Thomas. “It’s morning wood. Get rid of it girl. Your name is Woodcock isn’t it?”

“Yes,” Kristy said, frowning and still not meeting the King’s eye. She didn’t know what her surname had to do with the King’s penis. “What do you want me to do?”

Thomas sighed, she was not very worldly, “Climb up here and put it in your pretty mouth until it goes soft.”

Kristy paled immediately. “You mean you want - - ”

“Yes, yes. A blowjob. Be quick about it,” Thomas snapped his fingers and pointed at the rock hard organ sticking up from his lap.

“I - - I can’t - - ” stammered Kristy, her gaze drawn back down to the King’s bare manhood.

“Yes, you can,” Thomas was starting to get angry. No one refused the King! Especially not a mere serving girl no matter how naïve she was. “Now suck!”

The King’s sharp command made Kristy jump in surprise and she dropped the gown that was covering her nakedness, revealing a delightfully shapely body. Her eyes wide she climbed slowly up onto the end of the bed at Thomas’s feet and then reached out gingerly for the royal penis.

**

The council meeting took several hours to finally agree on making General Bairacali the King, but by the end of the arduous conference Bairacali and Valeria successfully steamrolled Conrad and Pehlam into agreeing with his claim. After the five day mourning period Bairacali would be crowned King.

As soon as Pehlam and Conrad were gone Bairacali sat down on the King’s throne, looking rather pleased with himself as he tried the chair out for size.

“Has the body been found yet?” Bairacali asked Captain Menza.

“Not yet.”

“Fuck!” he swore. “Find it!”

“Yes General.” With that Menza quickly left the throne room, leaving Bairacali alone with Lady Valeria.

“What body?” Valeria asked Bairacali with a suspicious frown.

“Nothing!” snapped Bairacali quickly.

“You’re not getting ahead of yourself I hope?” Valeria said, eyeing up the way Bairacali sat in the throne.

“Just you worry about the council,” growled Bairacali. He shuffled slightly in the throne, rubbing his hands along the arms of the ornate chair. “It’s surprisingly comfortable,” he noted. “I could definitely get used to this seat. Come here,” he ordered Valeria.

The lovely noblewoman smiled and approached the General.

“Kneel!” he commanded, pointing to his feet.

Valeria’s jaw stiffened slightly in irritation as she knelt at the General’s feet and watched as he unfastened the front of his pants. Kneeling at the feet of the throne gave the beautiful noblewoman a rather unpleasant feeling of déjà vu.

“Suck!” instructed Bairacali.

Valeria bit back her anger as Bairacali grabbed her by the top of her head and drew her mouth down into his lap. His cock was only semi-erect, somewhat spent from the vigorous fucking he had given her several hours earlier. Yielding to the lecherous General’s wishes Valeria’s lips parted and she sucked the tip of his rubbery cock into her warm mouth.

“Ah yes,” breathed Bairacali as Lady Valeria gently started to suckle on his cock, her mouth bathing him in warm saliva. “This is the life,” he murmured, stroking the top of Valeria’s head as she swirled her tongue around the slowly growing head of his cock.

Lady Valeria lifted Bairacali’s cock in her soft hand, gently stroking it as she ran her tongue down the underside of the hardening shaft all the way to the base. She twirled the tip of her tongue around the root of his cock and then teasingly lapped at his balls. All the blowjobs she had given Thomas during his short reign as King had definitely improved her talents and now it seemed that Bairacali was to be the beneficiary of those skills in the late King’s absence.

As she sucked first one hairy testicle, then the other right into her wet mouth she rubbed his almost fully erect cock against her soft cheek and the General moaned happily. Valeria then moved her mouth back up the hard length of his penis and her tongue carefully licked its way around the throbbing mushroomed head.

“Oh yeah, that’s it!” groaned Bairacali as Valeria swiped her tongue up the slit on the tip of the General’s cock, tasting his rapidly accumulating pre-cum. She then abruptly sucked the whole length of Bairacali’s cock into her mouth, driving her mouth all the way down his shaft and lodging his cock right into her throat. Bairacali arched his back in the throne and groaned loudly at the sudden lustful assault. “Oh God!” he gasped. Valeria drew back to the head of his cock and started to bob her head in short shallow movements, her lips forming a tight seal around the treasonous General’s manhood and their motion generating incredible friction through his cock.

“That’s it, suck the King’s cock!” gasped Bairacali, reaching down and taking hold of Valeria’s head in both strong hands, pushing her further down into his lap and sliding his cock across her hot tongue and deep into her mouth once again. He gave a throaty grunt of lust as he jammed Valeria’s face down repeatedly into his lap, his cock slamming into her mouth as he roughly fucked her face, his hairy balls slapping her chin.

Lady Valeria struggled to keep up with his lustful strokes, his cock pushing right into her throat on each thrust. This was not exactly what she had in mind when Bairacali had mentioned the title of Queen for her, but at least she was not being publicly humiliated as she had been by that prick Thomas.

“I think I’m going to get used to being King,” Bairacali said, releasing Valeria’s head and letting her take over the motions of her mouth on his cock, she did not slow down the pace, wanting to get things over with as fast as possible. Bairacali leant back in his new throne, an expression of ecstasy on his face.

He gave a sudden roar and his hands clamped back down on the top of Valeria’s head, hugging her face into his groin as his cock exploded in her mouth. The beautiful noblewoman struggled to stop from choking as her pretty mouth was abruptly flooded with the General’s cum. The burly soldier jolted his hips as he pumped his bride-to-be full of his seed.

“Long live the King,” he gasped with a wicked smile as he thrust his cock once more into Valeria’s throat, milking out the last of his load.

**

The real King was also getting a particularly pleasurable blowjob, although perhaps not from such a practiced cocksucker. The busty young laundry maid’s head bobbed slowly up and down over his lap as she worked his cock with her warm lips and tongue. What she lacked in experience she certainly made up for in eagerness to please.

“That’s very good Kristy,” he murmured to the pretty young servant, patting her gently on the head as she slurped noisily at his cock. As Kristy slid her wet mouth up and down the King’s hard shaft, her tongue swirling delightfully, Thomas reached under her and cupped one of her heavy, ample tits. He gave the large orb a tender squeeze, marveling at its sheer size and weight. The vast melon was also firm and youthfully resilient he noted as he squeezed and jiggled it in his palm.

Kristy gave a soft moan as the King fondled her big tits, moving his hand over to her other jug and giving it the same lustful treatment. Saliva dribbled down her chin as she moved her mouth faster over Thomas’s cock, bathing him in wetness. It was definitely one of the sloppiest blowjob’s he’d ever had, not that he was complaining.

“I’ve got an idea,” Thomas murmured a few minutes later, the ample lubrication on his cock and the gigantic tit in his hand providing the perfect inspiration.

Kristy gasped in surprise as King Thomas pulled her head up off his dripping wet cock and grabbed a big tit in each hand.

“You have incredible breasts,” he murmured in admiration as he squeezed and probed at the soft orbs. Kristy gasped as he gave her nipples a twist, and then pulled her in towards him by the hardened buds. Thomas pressed his rock hard cock between the immense mounds he was busy groping and pushed them together, forming a tight sheath around his cock. “Time to fuck these puppies,” he breathed.

Leaning back on the hard bed, Thomas pressed Kristy’s big tits together around his cock and started to hump his hips up off the bed. His well-lubricated penis slid smoothly up and down the length of the laundry maid’s deep cleavage, rapidly fucking her big tits. “Oh yes!” Thomas groaned. “That’s good.”

The King lay back on the bed and Kristy’s hands took over the task of squashing her big soft tits together around the royal penis. The buxom laundry girl bounced her tits rapidly over Thomas’s cock, maddeningly stroking him towards orgasm. Each time his cock heaved up from the top of her cleavage, Kristy bent her head down and swirled her tongue around the head, arousing Thomas even more.

“That’s it!” groaned Thomas, her tits fucking faster over his cock. The young servant definitely had an incredible rack. Thomas felt the cum surging in his balls, with a grunt he reached out and grabbed the top of Kristy’s head, yanking her mouth down onto his cock. She gagged slightly at the sudden intrusion and Thomas thrashed on the bed, his cock exploding deep into her mouth, his cum flooding her throat. The King cried out loudly as he feed his load into the busty girl’s obedient mouth.

Suddenly the bedroom door burst open. Thomas’s turned towards the entrance in annoyance, still holding Kristy’s face down into his lap as his cock twitched and pulsed over her tongue. Standing in the doorway with a look of absolute rage on his face was a large, black bearded man holding a very dangerous looking axe.

“Oh bugger,” remarked Thomas as the man gave an angry roar and lifted his axe.

**

Captain Menza, soon to be promoted to General, strode past the jailer who hurried leapt up from his seat and gave a rushed salute. Menza gave him a casual wave, sending him back to his chair as he made his way down the first cellblock to the large steel door at the end reserved for particularly dangerous prisoners.

Menza thrust the door open and stepped into the small cell beyond. Chained against the far wall was the (former) royal sorceress, Carmen the White, her gown still gaping wide, revealing her full and firm breasts. From their redness and a few scratch marks it looks as though the jailer had helped himself to a grope.

“Set me free you son of a bitch!” yelled Carmen as soon as the soldier entered. “I’m innocent!”

“Quiet now, my lovely sorceress,” Menza said, his voice low and soft. He strode across the cell towards her, his hands crossed behind his back. The Captain did not even bother to argue her guilt. He stepped right up in front of her and ran a gloved hand gently across her smooth cheek. “Where is the King? What happened in the bedchamber with the assassin last night?” he asked her.

Carmen spat angrily on his face. “You bastard!” she swore accusingly. “You know about the assassin!”

“Yes, yes,” Menza muttered briskly, not bothering to wipe her spittle from his cheek. The hand on her face gripped her roughly, squeezing at her jaw. “The burnt bones belonged to the assassin I assume?”

“That’s right you motherfucker!” growled Carmen, thrashing in her chains as the vice like grip of the Captain squeezed her face harder. “And you’ll end up the same if you don’t let me go!”

Menza slapped her sharply across the side of her face, swinging her round on her chains. He then jerked her back to face him and seized her face again. “We both know that you are helpless with your hands bound sorceress,” he sneered. His grip softened slightly and he almost tenderly stroked the back of one fingertip across her chin and lips. “Completely helpless,” he added, running his hand down her throat.

Carmen turned her head furiously away from him, her body tensing as the Captain’s hand made its way down to her exposed chest. “Get your hands off me!” she shrieked, wrenching against her chains as Menza gently cupped one full bare breast in his gloved hand.

**

Kristy Woodcock coughed and spluttered on the unexpected mouthful of cum, trying desperately to find her voice so that she could call off her angry father.

King Thomas yelped in surprise, rolling backwards off the side of the bed as the enraged man charged towards him with his axe held high.

“This isn’t what you think!” Thomas shouted, trying to reason with the man, obviously the laundry girl’s father.

“I’m gonna have your head boy!” growled the man, swinging downwards with his axe towards where Thomas was crouched on the far side of the bed.

Thomas gave a startled yelp and dived under the bed, the sharp axe crashing deep into the floorboards where he had been just moments before. “Shit!” swore Thomas, he was the King, and he wasn’t supposed to die this way. He didn’t have long to feel sorry for himself however, the man rushed around the bed and yanked his axe out of the floorboards.

Thomas rolled out the opposite side of the bed, trying to keep the piece of furniture between him and the axe-wielding maniac.

“Wait father!” cried out Kristy, who had finally managed to swallow the last of Thomas’s sticky load.

“Shut up girl!” growled the man, advancing on Thomas once more. “You’ve done enough.”

“Stop! He’s the King!” pleaded Kristy desperately.

Kristy’s father stopped in his tracks. “The King?” he repeated, looking doubtful at the naked young man cowering beside his daughter’s bed.

“It’s true!” insisted Thomas cautiously.

The man looked at his daughter, trying to ignore the drops of the man’s cum on her chin. “The King?” he repeated.

“Yes!” Kristy hurriedly nodded.

Her father’s eyes went wide as it sunk in, they were serious. He dropped the axe with a clunk onto the floor. He had just tried to kill the King! Kristy’s father dropped to the floor. “Please don’t have me executed your highness!” he begged. “I didn’t know - - I - - ”

“What’s going on here?” said a woman’s voice from the door.

Thomas turned to see an absolutely gorgeous older woman standing in the doorway, she looked as though she was in her early thirties and was dressed in a flowing blue dress with a white bodice that appeared to cram a pair of considerable boobs into her dress that immediately caught the King’s lecherous eye. The woman had a frown on her pretty face as she saw her naked daughter on the bed and her husband cowered before a naked young man.

**

Menza took a firm breast in each hand and squeezed them roughly, enjoying the way the sorceress’s ample mound filled his palms. “If the bones belong to the assassin where did the King go? Did you magic him away?” Menza asked, kneading the large orbs crudely.

“Release me at once! This is an outrage!” shrieked Carmen as Menza leant in and swiped his tongue over one of her nipples.

“Where did the King go?” Menza repeated, giving her big tits a particularly hard squeeze.

Carmen sucked in a sharp breath as her breasts were painfully clutched in the soldier’s coarse hands. “I’ve already told you! He went out the window!”

Menza slapped Carmen’s big tits, causing her to cry out in pain as the large jugs whacked against each other and jiggled wildly. “Don’t play me for a fool!” growled Menza, once again harshly grabbing at her tits. “The tower is forty feet high.” He then leant in and gobbled at her tits once again, sucking first the right, then the left nipple into his hungry mouth. At the same time he leant his body in against hers, rubbing his bulging crotch into her warm thigh.

“I don’t know!” protested Carmen, giving up trying to get the vulgar Captain’s hands off her body. “He must have hid on the ledge or something and then fallen.”

Menza gave a growl and spun Carmen around so that she was pressed face first against the wall. He pressed in against her back, his hard crotch shoving itself against her firm buttocks. Carmen gasped as her already sore breasts were rubbed against the harsh, stone wall. “If he fell from the tower then why didn’t we find his body bitch?”

“What are you doing?” demanded Carmen as she felt Menza tugging up the back of her dirty white dress, uncovering her shapely buttocks. Carmen then cried out as the Captain’s gloved hand smacked down on one of her buttocks, the cell ringing with the sound of the stinging slap.

Menza didn’t bother to answer the sorceress’s question, he started to unbuckle his trousers and leaned in to lick the side of her face. “We’re gonna have some fun you stupid whore,” he sneered into her ear. Menza shoved down his pants and pressed himself up behind the lovely bound sorceress, his hot, hard cock rubbing across her cool smooth buttocks.

“Keep your hands off me you pig,” protested Carmen as Menza’s hand circled around her body and cupped her full right breast, squeezing it as he ground his hard cock against her bare ass.

Keeping a tight hold on her tit with one hand, Menza reached down and lined his cock up with the sorceress’s pussy using his other hand. “No!” groaned Carmen as the excited soldier thrust up inside her, his cock driving roughly into her. The sorceress gasped as Menza’s cock suddenly filled her.

“Oh yeah!” grunted Menza, his breathing heavy as he reached his other hand around to capture her left breast, a full orb filling each of his palms as he started to thrust himself against her shapely buttocks, his cock sliding deep. Carmen moaned weakly as the Captain bucked vigorously against her, using her body to satisfy his lust. His gloved hands clawed at her big tits, squeezing and pinching them as he fucked the royal magician for all he was worth. Each thrust from Menza caused Carmen’s whole body to shunt against the wall and a groan or moan of protest to fall from her lips.

Menza pounded at her for a good ten minutes, the small cell filled with the sound of her rattling chains and the slapping of his hips against her buttocks.

“Oh fuck, here it comes!” gasped Menza, driving his cock right into Carmen’s pussy. He gave a strangled grunt as his cock burst, his seed flooding the sorceress’s unwilling cunt. Menza’s fingertips dug deep into her large boobs, squeezing them hard as his cock pulsed and surged inside her.

“Oh yeah, that hit the spot,” Menza grunted at last, thrusting himself against her again, squeezing the last few drops of his load into her.