King Charming Chapters 3 and 4

King Charming by GeorgeTasker

CHAPTER THREE: MAKING PLANS

Thomas sat in a crudely made wooden chair at the head of the small table that filled the Woodcock family’s kitchen. It had turned out that the man who had wildly attacked him up in the bedroom was indeed Kristy’s father, a woodcutter called Jak. The beautiful woman in the blue dress was in fact Jak’s second wife and Kristy’s stepmother, Heather. Although Heather was no blood relation of Kristy’s, she shared the young laundry girl’s ample bust and good looks, much to Thomas’s delight.

“I insist you return to the castle,” snapped Thomas to Kristy. They had been arguing for past few minutes on whether or not she would return to her work at the castle laundry today. The poor girl was scared out of her mind, but Thomas could care less. He needed information!

“But they’ll kill me!” wailed Kristy.

“Nonsense wench!” growled Thomas, tugging uncomfortably on the collar of the rough-hewn shirt he was wearing, Jak had lent the King a set of clothes to wear. “Nobody knows it was you that helped me escape.” Thomas was beginning to get rather sick of life outside the throne room. At least at the castle everyone did as he ordered and did not question him like this willful girl. Although on the up side she sucked cock just as good as Lady Valeria.

“You forget who our guest is daughter!” snapped her father who had just entered the kitchen. Whilst King Thomas had been arguing with Kristy, Jak had been preparing himself for work. Thomas couldn’t help but notice that the big man still carried his axe with him.

“Sorry father,” Kristy looked down at her feet. She then turned to Thomas and curtseyed to him. “Sorry your highness. I will do as you ask.”

“I have to head out,” said Jak, nodding at his daughter’s decision in approval. “Those tree’s won’t cut themselves.” Jak smiled to himself as he headed for the door, if Kristy performed well for the King then their family would surely reap a great reward.

As Jak left the house, Thomas explained to Kristy what he required of her. “You should return to work as if nothing happened, we don’t want them suspecting a thing,” he told her as the buxom laundry girl nodded in understanding. “Trust no one, anyone could be involved in the attack. And keep your ears open, listen for anything suspicious, any mention of the attack.”

“Okay, I’ll do my best,” Kristy promised.

“If you can find any clues as to who was behind the attempt to kill me then I will be very grateful. I need to know who it is so that I know if it is safe to return to the castle.” Thomas added. “Oh, and get me some clothes,” he said, scratching himself through the rough clothing that the woodcutter had given him to wear.

Kristy gave Thomas one of her curtseys, bowing so low that Thomas couldn’t help but admire the pale tops of her full breasts, swelling up above the deep cut neckline of her gown. The young girl then left for the castle, her stomach fluttering nervously in anticipation of what was to come.

As she departed Thomas turned to Heather Woodcock, Kristy’s mother. “Get me some breakfast woman,” he said, yawning noisily.

“Yes, your highness,” Heather replied agreeably, curtseying in much the same manner as her stepdaughter had.

“Hmm,” murmured Thomas as he thoughtfully admired the way Heather’s ample bosom was also excellently displayed in the partially unlaced bodice of her blue dress. “Like mother like daughter I see,” he added, licking his lips, staring into the overflowing bodice.

**

The Amazon Negotiator waited nervously in the cold hallway as the page went to the King to announce her arrival. She remembered with a little anger her last visit when the arrogant male King had bent her over his desk and taken her from behind. She was one of the bravest of the Amazon warriors and yet the mere man had used her as if she were nothing but an animal to sate his lusts!

Her angry thoughts were interrupted when the pageboy returned. “He will see you now,” the young man told her, his voice trembling slightly at the imposing presence of the warrior woman.

“Good,” the Amazon said with a nod, striding forcefully past the boy. “I know the way,” she added, marching down the hallway as the page scurried behind her, struggling to keep up with her long-legged steps.

The Amazon burst through the doors to the throne room and frowned as her gaze fell upon the ugly visage of General Bairacali seated on the throne. “You are not the King,” she growled, angry to have been fobbed off to an underling.

“The King has asked me to handle the details of the surrender,” snapped Bairacali. In his meeting with the council it had been agreed that the death of the King would remain a secret from the Amazons until the surrender was complete. If at all possible the council did not want to look weak in front of the Amazons and cause a possible revival of the war.

The Amazon Negotiator scowled. “Peace Treaty,” she corrected, still too proud to admit surrender. “The Queen instructed me to deal with the King alone,” she sneered, her arrogance brave given the way Bairacali’s armies had so soundly defeated the Amazons on the battlefield.

“You seem to be forgetting your place,” rumbled Bairacali, remembering the way Thomas had sealed the Treaty by having the Queen of the Amazons suck his cock in front of the entire court. Never mind the fact that the Amazons did not even know of Thomas’s father’s death and still thought they were dealing with the original King.

The Amazon however would not back down. “I will speak to the King and the King alone!” she replied defiantly.

Bairacali took an angry step forward, “Listen to me you bitch!” he growled. “It was MY armies that crushed your feeble defenses, and if you break the treaty then it will be MY army that crushes your meager civilization into dust!”

The Negotiator seemed to pause at this. “I will speak with my Queen,” she said, turning and leaving.

Bairacali screamed with fury as the arrogant bitch left his new throne room. “Get Menza!” the General spat to one of the guards as he sat down on the throne, shaking with rage. “I want Thomas found!”

**

King Thomas leant back on his chair and burped loudly. “That hit the spot,” he murmured contentedly as he rubbed his full stomach. He glanced off to his left to where Heather Woodcock was washing up in a small tub of water. “You’re a good cook woman,” he complemented her.

“Thank you, your highness,” she replied, continuing her washing up. “I trust you are satisfied with the meal, I know it’s probably not what you are used to.”

Thomas stood up and stretched, “Nonsense wench, it was perfect.” He moved up behind her, pressing himself against her from behind and reaching around her body. “As to my satisfaction - - ” he murmured, his hands closing over Heather’s ample bosom, squeezing it through her dress.

Heather immediately stiffened as the King pressed himself against her back and started to grope her big breasts. She was a married woman! What was he doing?

“You’re a lovely woman Heather Woodcock,” murmured Thomas as he rubbed his growing erection against her firm buttocks and kneaded her plentiful tits through her gown.

“I don’t know if we should be doing this - - ” Heather protested weakly as Thomas slipped one hand down inside the front of her bodice and scooped out one of her large tits.

“Of course we should, you do want to satisfy my needs don’t you?” breathed Thomas as he squeezed her bare tit in his hand and ground his crotch into her ass.

“Yes, but I’m married,” she murmured. “Jak - - ”

“Jak would not deny his King,” snapped Thomas, pinching her nipple between thumb and forefinger. Heather gasped. “You would not deny your King either, would you Heather?”

“No, of course not - - ” she murmured uncertainly as the King roughly mauled at her tits and humped against her ass.

“Excellent!” said Thomas, he spun her away from the bench where she had been washing up and pushed her over to the table, bending her face forward over the edge. Heather gasped as Thomas lifted up the back skirts of her blue dress, revealing her naked ass. “Very nice!” he whispered, slapping the firm cheeks of Heather’s well shaped posterior with one hand as he unfastened his trousers with the other hand.

Thomas lined his cock up with the entrance to Heather’s cunt and then seized her hips, shoving himself forward and sliding up into her. Heather let out a gasp as his cock suddenly filled her.

“Oh yeah, that’s the stuff!” groaned Thomas in pleasure. He held firmly onto Heather’s shapely hips and started to stroke against her, his rock hard cock sliding neatly in and out of her warm, inviting pussy. It would seem that life outside the castle was just as sweet as life inside.

Suddenly they both froze as the door to the kitchen swung open and Jak Woodcock stepped through, carrying his axe in one hand. His eyes widened at the sight of the young King with his cock buried to the hilt into his own wife’s lovely pussy.

**

“Someone must be hiding him General,” Captain Menza explained to Bairacali. “Otherwise my men would already have found him.”

“Well find out who, damn it!” growled Bairacali angrily. “The King’s absence it turning out to be a problem. We are not safe until I am crowned or Thomas’s body is lying at my feet.”

“We will double our efforts,” Menza assured his commander.

“You had better General,” warned Bairacali, again dangling the carrot of a promotion in front of Menza. “I want the entire city searched door to door. The King must be found!”

“Yes sir!” Menza saluted.

“But keep it quiet, we can’t have word that the King is alive spreading through the city,” Bairacali added. “How did the interrogation of the sorceress go.”

“It was fruitful,” Menza replied, his crotch tingling slightly in the memory of Carmen’s sweet pussy. “But unfortunately she seemed to know nothing of the King’s whereabouts.”

“Damn!” muttered Bairacali darkly.

“Don’t worry General, the King will be found, dead or alive.”

**

“Welcome back Jak, I hope you don’t mind that I’m indulging in your pretty young wife?” Thomas said casually, his cock still stuffed deep into Heather’s pussy.

Jak froze at the doorway a moment, the sight of his wife getting fucked right in front of him still sinking in. The woodcutter swallowed his anger, “Of course not, your highness. You are the King after all, what’s mine is yours.”

“Very good,” Thomas nodded in gratitude. He resumed his thrusts into Heather’s willing pussy as Jak put down his axe and stepped into the small kitchen. Thomas grunted as he thrust against the lovely woman, his balls slapping against her ass as he drove his cock repeatedly deep into her. “I normally would have asked to use her first,” Thomas said to Jak, breathing heavily with the effort of the sound fucking her was giving her. “But it’s been quite a troubling time for me.”

“I understand, your highness,” Jak said with a nod as he sat down at the table on the opposite side from where Thomas was fucking his wife.

Thomas drove Heather harder into the table, panting heavily now as he got closer to orgasm. “I must thank you for your hospitality Jak,” Thomas said with a grunt as Heather’s pussy clutched delightfully at his cock. “When I return to the throne I will make sure you are richly rewarded.”

“Thank you, your highness. I’m just doing my duty,” he said humbly, but inwardly he was smiling.

“Your wife is a great fuck,” Thomas moaned, chatting to Jak over his wife’s back.

Jak merely nodded as he watched his wife getting slammed by the King, the woodcutter’s own cock was stiffening slightly at the sight and he made a mental note to take his wife on the kitchen table after the King had left, it certainly looked like fun.

“Oh yes!” gasped Thomas, suddenly arching his back and burying his cock deep. He gave a deep, rumbling groan as his cock spasmed inside Heather, shooting deep within her. The King’s eyes rolled back as he humped against Heather’s ass, fucking the cum out of his cock and into her pussy. Heather moaned herself as Thomas came, she could feel the royal penis twitching and surging inside her. “Ahh, that’s it!” grunted Thomas, bucking against Heather and shunting the whole table towards Jak as he shot the last of his load into the woodcutter’s lovely wife.

“Now I’m satisfied,” Thomas told Heather as he pulled out of her and gave her ass another slap.

**

Kristy’s hands were shaking as she folded the large white sheets. She had managed to steal a set of the King’s clothes from the clean laundry pile and stash them amongst some sheets in the corner of the laundry room, and moments later the guards had done another search of the laundry. Kristy had been scared out of her mind, but fortunately they were not looking for something so small and the stolen clothes were not discovered.

Now as she folded the sheet the soldiers that had searched the laundry were chatting directly outside the window. Despite her fear of discovery, Kristy listened carefully as they talked amongst themselves.

“I thought the King had been killed?” the taller of the two guardsman said to the other.

“As far as we’re concerned he has been Lugo,” replied the other.

“Then why did Captain Menza tell us to find the King?” the guard called Lugo asked, from the way he spoke Kristy guessed that he wasn’t too bright.

“I don’t know,” the other guard said. “But our orders were to bring the King back in secret, and in chains. And I know better than to question Captain Menza’s orders.”

“Ain’t that the truth!” Lugo agreed. “But won’t we get in trouble for chaining up the King?”

“We just follow orders,” the smarter guard replied. “Come on, let’s head back to the barracks, the Serge said the war with the Amazons might be starting up again so we need to be ready to move at a moment’s notice.”

Kristy’s eyes widened slightly at this, it had been a huge day of celebration when it had been announced that King Thomas had arranged for the Amazon surrender. If the war was back on again then that was big news. Kristy dropped the half folded sheet and crept out of the laundry, following quietly behind the two guards so that she could hopefully learn more.

The guards went straight across the castle courtyard to the barracks building. Kristy made sure she kept a good distance between herself and them and tried to look as casual as possible. Once they had vanished inside the barracks she quickly ran around to the side of the building and tip toed up to the nearest window, hoping to overhear more information she could bring back to King Thomas.

As she reached the side window she heard one of the guards saying something about the General’s coronation. Kristy had only just squatted down to listen when a hand clamped roughly down on her shoulder.

“You’re not supposed to be here!” growled the gruff voice of one of the guardsmen, the one called Lugo.

Kristy gasped in shock, almost screaming in fright as she gawked up at the lanky soldier.

“Well wench?” demanded Lugo, “Speak your business or I’ll have you locked up.” His eyes squinted slightly as he gazed down at her. “You’re the busty lass from the laundry aren’t you?” he said in recognition.

“Yes,” Kristy managed to quietly whisper as she found her voice. Now she was doomed. They would find out about the King and she was sure she would be hung.

“You’re not supposed to be over here by the barracks, what are you up to woman?” Lugo grilled her.

“I - - ahh - - ” Kristy stammered fearfully.

“Were you following me?” Lugo’s eyes narrowed further.

“Yes,” Kristy admitted.

“What are you playing at wench?” growled Lugo.

“I - - umm - - I couldn’t help myself.”

“What? What are you saying?” the tall guard glared suspiciously down at her.

“I couldn’t help it,” Kristy repeated, it was the first excuse that popped into her head.

“You were spying on me?”

“Yes, it’s just - - I like you - - ” Kristy said at last, praying the dumb guard would buy her story.

“You like me?” Lugo said in astonishment, that had been the last thing he’d expected. Pretty girls like Kristy had never paid much attention to the lanky soldier.

Kristy bit her lip in mock desire. “I’ve heard what they say,” Kristy told him.

“What who says?” Lugo asked in confusion.

“About your - - you know,” Kristy’s eyes playfully glanced downwards.

Lugo didn’t catch her meaning. “What? My what?”

“You know,” Kristy repeated with a blush, she gingerly reached out and stroked the inside of the guard’s leg with one hand. “Your manhood.”

“My manhood?” Lugo said in surprise. “What - - what do they say?” his eyes narrowing dangerously as he suspected the buxom girl was making fun of him.

“They say a man as tall of you is - - is in proportion,” said Kristy with a wicked smile. She ran her soft hand up the inside of Lugo’s thigh, right to the juncture of his legs and dangerously close to his crotch.

Lugo almost choked in surprise. “Oh you think I’ve got a big cock?” he blurted out.

“Mmm,” moaned Kristy as seductively as she could, her hand slid higher and rubbed across the guard’s crotch. Lugo groaned slightly as the busty laundry girl’s hand cupped his crotch and squeezed firmly. “So are the rumors true?” Kristy asked, her voice husky.

“Why don’t you take a look for yourself?” Lugo offered, grinning lecherously down at her.

Kristy shot the tall guard a wicked grin and then reached for the lacings of his trousers with both hands. She trembled slightly as she untied Lugo’s pants, pulling them open to see his cock spring free.

“Wow,” whispered Kristy breathlessly. Her quickly thought up story had turned out to be true, Lugo was massively endowed! Apparently the well-hung guardsman had enjoyed Kristy’s previous attentions as he was already stiff as a board, his thick cock rock hard and trembling. The wide-eyed laundry girl took the guard’s massive cock in her comparatively tiny hands and stroked up and down the rigid length of him. Other than King Thomas, and now Lugo, Kristy had not handled many cocks in her eighteen years, but of those few, Lugo’s was by far the biggest. Both of Kristy’s hands were not enough to cover the length of Lugo’s thick shaft, he was almost twice as big as the King!

“So what do you think?” Lugo asked, sporting a silly grin. Despite his lack of success with the ladies, he was very proud of his big dick. “Are the rumors exaggerated?”

“Oh no,” whispered Kristy, subconsciously leaning in for a closer look at the hot length of Lugo’s mighty cock. “If anything they were understated.”

Lugo gave a low moan as Kristy’s wonderfully tender hands caressed his organ. He could feel her hot breath on him as she leant close to examine him. Kristy was completely absorbed in the impressive tool in her hands, so she didn’t notice Lugo drop a big meaty palm onto the top of her head at first. The buxom laundry maid had her full red lips mere inches from the glistening tip of Lugo’s gigantic cock, her hot breath teasing him maddeningly. Unable to resist the temptation, Lugo gave a sudden grunt of lust as he thrust his hips forward, stabbing the head of his cock against Kristy’s slightly parted lips. At the same time the hand on the top of her head, pulled her in against his crotch, causing the fat head of his erection to push past Kristy’s full lips and lodge into her mouth.

Kristy gagged slightly at the sudden invasion, but was unable to stop Lugo pulling down harder on her head, his hard cock sliding across her wet tongue and pushing against the back of her mouth.

“Oh yeah that’s good!” groaned Lugo loudly.

“Mmphf!” Kristy protested, her voice muffled by the considerable mouthful of cock.

Lugo held the pretty laundry girls head in both his hands now and he lustfully thrust his huge cock into her mouth, stretching her lips wide about its girth. The guard moaned in pleasure as he started to saw his insistent manhood in and out of the girl’s mouth, driving deep with each rough thrust of his lips.

Kristy realized that the guard would not be put off, her best hope was to suck for all she was worth and get the lanky solider off as quickly as she could. At least he had not arrested her as a spy, she thought to herself as she struggled to breath around the soldier’s immense cock.

Lugo’s groans of lust got louder as he felt Kristy’s tongue start to slide around the underside of his cock as it drove repeatedly into her mouth. He was thrusting too hard and fast for her to match his movements, but she started to suck on the end of him each time he drew back for a thrust. Kristy moaned around the guard’s cock as he fucked her mouth, each time he plunged into her oral cavity his hairy balls slapped into the laundry maid’s chin.

The guard suddenly gave a grunt as his tall body arched and stiffened, his cock exploding straight into Kristy’s throat. The busty maid didn’t even need to swallow as Lugo clutched her head into his crotch and shot his load. The head of his cock was buried right inside her throat so that as his thick, sticky cum spurted it went straight down her throat into her stomach. Lugo moaned wildly as shot after shot of cum roped from the tip of his cock.

When he was finally done he collapsed back against the side wall of the barracks, his big cock popping out of Kristy’s abused mouth with a loud smacking sound.

“That was great baby,” groaned Lugo, wearing a silly grin.

Kristy was too busy catching her breath to reply. She glanced at his big cock, which hung half way to his knees, hardly able to believe she’d had the entire thing stuffed into her pretty little mouth. She hoped the King would be suitably grateful.

CHAPTER FOUR: IN THE HANDS OF THE ENEMY

Captain Menza touched the head of his throbbing erection to the puckered hole between the sorceress’s creamy white buttocks.

“No!” she gasped weakly in protest. “Not there, please!”

The soldier grinned cruelly, his cock trembling in anticipation, he was harder than he had ever been.

“Where did the King go sorceress?” he demanded, pressing forward slightly with his hips and causing the tip of his cock to press firmly against the magic users asshole. God it looks tight in there, Menza thought to himself as he dug his fingertips into the firm flesh of Carmen’s buttocks.

“I told you, I don’t know!” groaned Carmen as she felt him push ever further forward, the head of his cock, opening her back passage slightly. “Even if I did know I wouldn’t tell an asshole like you!” she spat with sudden rebellion.

“You’re the one who should be worried about her asshole,” countered Menza. He shifted his grip on her hips and pushed further forward. The Captain let out a deep moan as his cock entered the sorceress’s wonderful tight ass. “And I’m going to enjoy it very much!”

Carmen cried out in pain as the Captain’s cock thrust deep into her ass.

**

After her run in with Lugo and his big cock, Kristy had hurried back to the laundry and gathered up the clothes she had stolen for Thomas. She then fled the castle and hurried home as fast as she could, she had much to tell the King.

When Kristy burst through the door and entered her home she was met with a rather surprising sight.

King Thomas sat in a comfortable chair taking a sip from a large mug of foaming ale. At his feet knelt Kristy’s stepmother Heather, who was busy sucking dutifully on the King’s cock, her head rapidly bobbing over the royals lap. Perhaps most surprising of all was Kristy’s father Jak, who was busy rushing around the kitchen in the fumbling attempt to cook dinner, seemingly unconcerned that his wife was on her knees giving Thomas a blowjob right in front of him.

“Kristy my dear,” Thomas greeted the stunned girl loudly. “Welcome home.” He reached for the top of Heather’s head, she had lifted her face up from Thomas’s lap to look in the direction of her stepdaughter. Thomas pulled her mouth back to his cock and gave a satisfied little moan as she took it back inside her mouth and resuming suckling on the erect organ.

“Hello everyone - - ” Kristy dubiously greeted the odd scene.

“Why don’t you kneel down here and help your mother out?” Thomas suggested to the buxom laundry maid, taking another sip from his ale.

Kristy looked down to where Heather’s head was rapidly moving over King Thomas’s cock and her jaw twinged in sympathy, still sore from being stretched around the massive girth of Lugo’s shaft. “I have news from the castle,” she announced, trying to avoid more cocksucking if she possibly could.

This seemed to get Thomas’s attention. “What have you learnt?” he asked eagerly. “Who was behind the attacks on me? Is it safe to return?”

“The guards search for you, your highness,” Kristy told him. “I overheard two of them speaking outside the laundry. Apparently the fact you are still alive is to be kept a secret, everyone thinks you are dead. But the guards were ordered by Captain Menza to have you found and brought back in chains.”

Thomas’s eyes widened at this. “In chains eh?” he growled, sitting up in his chair and slamming his mug of ale onto the table. “Menza you said?”

“Yes your highness,” Kristy replied meekly, her eyes downcast.

“Damn it!” yelled Thomas angrily, he reached down and grabbed a handful of Heather’s hair, yanking her mouth up off his cock. “Fuck, fuck, fuck!” he growled, shoving the obedient woman aside as he stood up and started pacing. “If Menza is involved then so is Bairacali most likely. This is not good news!”

“Yes,” Kristy confirmed, “I heard mention of the General’s coronation.” She blushed slightly as her thoughts briefly went to her run in with the soldier Lugo.

Thomas started storming back and forth in the small kitchen swearing, his penis still poked from the front of his pants, the still erect organ bobbing as he walked. “With my armies against me it would not be wise to return to the castle. Bairacali will burn in hell for this!”

“The soldier’s also said that the war with the Amazons has started again,” Kristy said.

Thomas paused his pacing a moment as she said this. He frowned to himself and then resumed his angry stalking of the kitchen. “Very curious,” he murmured. “I wonder why the surrender fell to pieces. Perhaps that moron Bairacali fucked it up. But if my own armies have become my enemy and the Amazons are once again the enemy of Bairacali then perhaps I have a possible ally.”

“No!” gasped Jak from the side of the kitchen. He had stopped preparing dinner when Kristy had arrived home. “Surely you don’t intend to approach the Amazons!”

Thomas glared at the woodcutter. “I have little choice,” he snapped. “If I show my face at the castle I will be captured by Bairacali’s men, without an army at my back the situation is hopeless!” If he wasn’t the King it would almost look comical, the angry young man standing in the middle of the kitchen with his angry red cock poking out of his pants as he ranted and raved.

“But it’s too dangerous!” warned Jak. “The Amazons will surely kill you! You cannot run straight into the hands of the enemy.” If the King was killed then Jak and his family would never see their reward.

Thomas chuckled, “I am already in the hands of the enemy. In my very own city!” Jak chose not to reply as Thomas paced back and forth his mind racing. “Yes! I will form an alliance with the Amazons and then come back and crush Bairacali!” He turned to the worried looking woodcutter. “Tomorrow morning you will smuggle me out of town and I will journey to meet with the Amazon Queen. It will indeed be dangerous, but it is my only hope!”

“Yes, your highness,” Jak bowed his head in acquiescence, he sensed it would not be wise to argue with the King.

The King sat back down in his chair. “Heather, Kristy get over her and pleasure me while I plan my return to the throne!” he ordered, snapping his fingers at the two buxom women and pointing at his unsatisfied manhood.

**

“Anything in the cart?” asked the solider Lugo, who was on duty at the city gates the following day. His mind wasn’t exactly with him today, busy thinking about the wonderfully talented mouth of that laundry maid yesterday, and he was only performing his duty half-hearted.

“Just the crown jewels,” the woodcutter replied with a laugh.

Lugo chuckled at the man’s joke and waved him on through the gates without checking the back of his cart. The guard’s orders were to search everything that came through the gates, but he was too busy wondering if he would see young Kristy again.

“We’re through,” Jak hissed towards the back of the cart as he drove the horses along the road out of the city. The woodcutter had spent an uncomfortable night in his daughter’s small bed the previous night, while Thomas had shared the master bed with both Heather and Kristy. Jak would actually be rather glad to see the back of the King.

He drove the cart well outside the city to the edge of the northern-most forest before stopping and climbing down. “We’re here,” he whispered, pulling the cover off the back of the cart.

Thomas was lying on his back on a couple of sacks, wearing the richly embroidered robe that Kristy had brought back from the castle. Its gold leaf design and thick fabric were not exactly the most practical, but Thomas had refused Jak’s offer of traveling clothes. “If I am to negotiate as King with the Amazons, then I must look the part,” he had insisted.

“Excellent,” said Thomas, climbing off the cart. He picked up a small traveling sack that Heather had prepared for him, containing a blanket and enough food for the two day journey to the city of the Amazons.

“Keep safe your highness,” Jak said with a low bow.

Thomas smiled at the woodcutter. “Thank you for your hospitality Jak, without you and your family this horrible time would have been unbearable. I promise that when I return to the throne your generosity will be greatly rewarded.”

“I was merely doing my duty,” replied Jak, outwardly humble, but on in the inside he was rubbing his hands together with glee.

Thomas slapped him on the shoulder. “I must be off,” he said to the woodcutter. “You’re a lucky man Jak, that wife of yours has a very talented mouth.”

Jak smiled and blushed a little as the King departed. The woodcutter reached down and scratched his crotch, perhaps he should go home and remind himself of Heather’s talented mouth?

Thomas trudged into the forest, a small shiver running down his spine. Now that he was actually traveling alone towards the Amazon city his plan did not seem so great. For the first time ever King Thomas actually felt scared and unprotected. He cursed himself for not grabbing one of Jak’s axes to take along with him for protection. Still, with the impending war hopefully most of the bandits had fled the forests.

Thomas made good time, picking his way along the path through the forest until just before dusk. He made his camp in a small, grassy clearing, throwing his blanket on the ground and sitting down for a meal of bread and fruit that Heather had packed for him. As he munched on the rather plain food a gust of cold wind blew through the clearing sending a shiver through Thomas and he wished he had Heather’s curvy body to keep him warm tonight, or even Lady Valeria, he definitely missed the beautiful noblewoman’s willing mouth.

**

Lady Valeria had found herself experiencing another unpleasant case of déjà vu back in the castle. General Bairacali had summoned both her and Captain Menza to his quarters for a strategy meeting to discuss the revolt of the Amazons. Excited at the prospect of helping the two skilled warriors come up with a masterful stratagem, and finally having some real involvement in the kingdom, Valeria had rushed quickly to meet with the two soldiers.

Much to her dismay, she had no sooner arrived when Bairacali was unfastening his pants and offering his limp cock towards her reluctant mouth for some stimulation.

“It’ll help me think,” the General explained as Valeria unenthusiastically parted her lips and took his soft penis into her mouth, very aware of the lustful eyes of Captain Menza watching her submit to Bairacali. Little did she know the Captain had just emptied himself into Carmen the White’s lovely ass.

“That’s it, suck the King’s cock,” murmured Bairacali, stroking the top of Valeria’s head patronizingly as she started to slurp on his slowly growing cock. “Now where do we stand with the Amazon threat?” he asked, turning to his Captain.

“Unfortunately following King Thomas’s deal with the Amazons we withdrew much of our armies out of the lands of the Amazons,” Menza said to Bairacali. “The vast majority of the army is now back in the city, meaning that if the Amazons gather their armies before us then we will find ourselves on the defensive.”

Bairacali nodded at this, a small smile on his face showing that he was very much enjoying the blowjob Valeria was giving him. “Unfortunate,” he agreed, running his fingers through Valeria’s hair. The submissive noblewoman bobbed her head rapidly over the General’s lap as she felt him cock growing inside her mouth, quickly filling it. She hated being forced to suck cock in front of others, especially non-nobles such as the Captain.

“But we still have far superior numbers,” Menza assured him. “So whatever the Amazons throw at us will be without any true threat to the Kingdom.”

“Good, and I assume there is still no sign of the King?”

“No.”

“It is of no matter, once we crush the Amazons for a second time I will negotiate my own peace treaty with them,” Bairacali said with a smile, his cock now fully erect inside Valeria’s warm mouth. “And I will get the Amazons lovely Queen on her knees servicing me like a common whore just like Thomas did.”

Valeria fumed slightly at the whore remark, that was just how she felt at that moment.

**

Thomas awoke with a yelp as something sharp was pricked into the soft skin of his throat. His eyes snapped open and he found himself looking straight at the tip of a longsword.

“Wha - - ?” he mumbled in surprise, his mind still slightly befuddled from sleep. It had been a very cold and lonely night, Thomas had struggled to get any sleep at all and now, just as he had dropped off he’d been disturbed.

“Aren’t you a little richly dressed to be alone in the woods?” said the deep voice of the man holding the sword.

Thomas blinked in the bright morning light and focused on the man standing threateningly above him. He was dressed in rough, well-worn armor and had a battle scarred face covered with a bushy brown beard. His eyes were a cold blue and the expression he wore was grim, giving Thomas the impression that the man would accept no nonsense.

“I - - I’m the King, how dare you threaten me!”

The man raised one eyebrow. “The King huh? Where’s your army then King?” he spat on the ground beside Thomas. “I’m afraid that I’m going to have to relieve you of all your money King Nothing.”

Thomas paled, the man was a bandit. “I - - I don’t have any money,” he stammered, a sinking feeling filling his gut.

“A likely story,” scoffed the bandit. “First you say you are a King, now you say you are a pauper.”

“Please,” begged Thomas, “I have nothing of value.”

“You expect me to believe that? Why the robe you wear is worth more than my house alone. Now enough games, hand over your purse and I’ll be on my way,” demanded the bandit, pressing the tip of his sword to Thomas’s throat once again. The King gasped and tried to hunch away from the blade.

“Search my bag, I have nothing!” insisted Thomas.

The bandit gave a sigh of disgust. “Very well. But if I find even a copper penny then I’ll have your head,” he warned severely.

The bandit kept the tip of his longsword aimed towards the King as he squatted down beside Thomas’s sack of food. He picked it up with one hand and flipped it over, shaking the entire contents out on the ground. Thomas winced slightly as the bandit kicked amongst the small pile of food with his muddy boot.

“Well your royal highness,” said the bandit mockingly. “It would seem that at least one part of your story is true, you are indeed penniless.”

“Yes, yes!” Thomas nodded quickly, perhaps he might survive this after all.

“If that is the case then I would have wasted my time,” said the bandit, still not lowering the point of his sword. “And I hate wasting my time.”

“Please, let me go,” implored Thomas.

“I’ll have those rich clothes of yours boy,” ordered the bandit.

“But - - I have nothing else to wear.”

“Not my problem kid,” growled the bandit with little patience.

Deciding that nudity was better than death, Thomas quickly undressed and threw the richly decorated robe at the bandit’s feet. He now wished that he had taken up Jak’s offer of traveling clothes. It was a cool morning and the King suppressed a shiver as his bare flesh was exposed to the elements.

The bandit scooped up the robe and tossed it over his shoulder, at last lowering his weapon. The bandit then grabbed Thomas’s sack and blanket before giving a fair imitation of a mock, courtly bow. “Good day your Royal Highness and thanks for the clothes.”

With that he was off, quickly disappearing into the trees. Thomas fought the urge to yell at the bandit that he would be back with an army, fearing the bandit might return. The naked King gave a sigh as he climbed to his feet. He grabbed one of the less muddy apples from the pile of spilled food and resumed his journey towards the Amazons.

“What a couple of days,” groaned Thomas. As he headed off, he had a long journey ahead.

**

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.

**

Tired, cold, hurt and exposed, Thomas made his way through the forest as darkness began to descend. He knew he had to make it to the Amazons tonight, without clothes or shelter he had no hope of surviving the night. He stumbled along in a daze, hardly aware of his surroundings.

Suddenly there was a crash and several spear tips thrust out through the bushes on both sides of Thomas. He squealed in fright, expecting more bandits.

“Who goes there?” demanded a voice from the bushes, it was a female’s voice, an Amazon.

Thomas held his hands up, showing he was unarmed, not that he had anywhere to hide a weapon anyway. “I come in peace, I am the King of the lands of men and I come to see your Queen.”

From the bush the Amazon stood up, she was tall and powerfully built, dressed like all the other Amazons in a leather halter and skirt, although this Amazon was quite flat-chested and barely needed the halter top to contain her small breasts. “You are the King?” she said with a laugh, eyeing up the naked man before her. Her eyes flicked down to Thomas’s crotch and her grin widened.

Thomas glanced down to where she was looking and saw that his penis was limp and tiny, shrunken to about an inch in length. “Hey! It’s cold out here!” he protested.

The other Amazon warrior’s emerged from the bushes, all their spears leveled at the naked man.

“You are not the King, we will kill you,” the lead Amazon said.

“Wait!” said one of the Amazons from behind Thomas. “I know this man.”

Thomas turned and was somewhat surprised to see that he recognized the Amazon as well. She was the striking negotiator that had come to the castle to arrange the peace treaty, Thomas had bent her over his desk and given her a sound fucking.

“The man speaks the truth, he is the King,” the negotiator told the others, Thomas detected a hint of animosity in her voice, she was apparently not happy to see him.

“Take him to the Queen,” ordered the flat-chested leader of the Amazon hunting party.

Two of the Amazon stepped forward and grabbed Thomas, dragging him through the forest as the flat-chested Amazon led the way back towards their city. The Amazon city looked more like a village to Thomas as he was hauled along between the two towering women. The Amazons lived in a mixed collection of huts and tents, and Thomas was taken towards the center of the city where he was taken into the largest of the huts, which appeared to belong to the Queen of the Amazons.

He was ushered inside and forced to kneel before a large chair on a raised dais at the rear of the hut. Seated on the chair, her long, sleek legs crossed, was the Queen of the Amazons. She was even more beautiful than Thomas had remembered, the golden hair that framed her finely featured face seemed to shine in the dim torchlight and her piercing icy blue eyes seemed to cut right into Thomas’s soul. The Queen wore the same brown leather halter and skirt that the rest of her tribe wore.

“It would seem the tables are turned somewhat,” the Queen remarked, smiling slightly as she gazed down at the man kneeling naked in front of her.

Thomas did his best to swallow his pride, knowing that she spoke the truth and that this time the boot was on the other foot so to speak. “It would seem we have a common enemy Queen.”

She raised one eyebrow at this, “Oh?”

Deciding that honesty was the best policy at this point, Thomas went on to explain about the attempt on his life and the ensuing journey he made here to the Amazon city. “So you see,” he said at last. “It would seem that I need you as much as you need me.”

“We need you?” the Queen scoffed. “Unlikely a weak, naked boy would be of much use to me. What could you possibly offer me. From what you say it is this General that holds all the power of the men.”

“I understand the peace treaty is no more?” said Thomas, praying that Kristy had been right in what she’d overheard.

The Queen glared blackly at the Amazon negotiator who currently stood at the back of the meeting hall behind Thomas. “Yes, that is true.”

“Your armies still stand no chance against Bairacali,” said Thomas, he saw the Queen start to protest the fact but held up his hand. “I know you are proud Queen, but history will repeat itself without my help. I can help you kill Bairacali.”

The Queen laughed, “How will one sword aid my armies?”

“Not my sword Queen. I know how to get into the castle undetected. All I need is a small force of your warriors, whilst you lay siege to the city and distract Bairacali, I will enter through the secret entrance into the castle and kill Bairacali,” Thomas said passionately, his eyes afire with revenge.

The Queen considered this a moment, she uncrossed and crossed her legs, briefly giving Thomas an unconscious flash of her bare pussy. “Hmm, what you say has merit. But once Bairacali is defeated you will be back in power.”

“We will renegotiate the peace treaty, with more favorable terms for your people,” said Thomas.

“With your army at your back you will once again deal unfairly,” accused the Queen.

“Then we will negotiate now,” offered Thomas.

The Queen smiled at this. “You will give us back all of our lands, return our gold and there will be no slaves changing hands, especially not any of my warriors.”

Thomas’s jaw stiffened slightly. “You can have half of your lands back and half of your gold. And we will take the male slaves.”

“I could have you killed right now,” the Queen murmured threateningly.

Thomas sighed, the tables had indeed turned. “Very well,” he reluctantly agreed.

The Queen smiled broadly, her beautiful face lighting up. “Excellent!” she uncrossed her long legs and swung one over the arm of her chair. Thomas’s eyes widened slightly as he was afforded a great view of her naked pussy. “Now we will seal the deal,” said the Queen.

“Excuse me?” Thomas murmured in surprise, tearing his gaze out from under her skirt.

“You will eat my pussy and we will seal the deal in the same manner our last agreement was settled,” the beautiful Amazon licked her lips and smiled down wicked at the naked King of the men.

Thomas almost laughed aloud at the irony of the situation as he crawled forward towards the feet of the Amazon Queen. I suppose I brought this on myself, he decided as he reached her chair and looked up between the Queen’s spectacular thighs. Her pussy was slightly moist and glistened in the torchlight, perhaps this would not be so bad, Thomas decided and he placed a hand on each of the Queen’s knees and leant in towards her.

The Queen gave a deep moan of satisfaction as King Thomas buried his face between her parted thighs. Revenge was so sweet. She groaned and reached down, running her fingers through Thomas’s hair as his tongue snaked out and slide up the length of her slit. Thomas mumbled slightly into her snatch, his tongue flicking back and forth over the moist lips of her pussy and upward to toy with her clit.

She didn’t taste too bad Thomas decided as he sucked the bud of the Queen’s clit into his mouth and ground his chain against her pussy at the same time, his stubble tickling her and extracting a deep throaty groan from her. Thomas’s tongue flicked at the Queen’s clit repeatedly till she undulating on her throne, then he slid lower, once again licking the length of her slit before finally pushing his tongue right up into her pussy as deep as it could reach.

“Oh yes!” gasped the Queen aloud, reaching down to grab Thomas’s head and pull him harder into her crotch, grinding herself into his face. Thomas struggled a little to breath, his whole face smothered between the Queen’s creamy thighs. At least when he face fucked a girl she could breathe through her nose Thomas thought to himself as he struggled with the face full of Amazon pussy.

Deciding the best approach was to get her off as quickly as possible, Thomas began to rapidly stab his tongue in and out of the Queen’s cunt, rubbing his nose back and forth over her clit at the same time. The Queen groaned loudly, pulling at Thomas’s hair as she rode his face, the other Amazons in the hut were a little surprised that a mere man could cause such a reaction, normally they were only used for procreation, not pleasure. However it was not so much Thomas’s oral skills that had the Queen turned on, in truth most of the Amazons were better. It was the feeling of power to have the royal on his knees servicing her that turned her on, the exact feeling that Thomas had experienced when the Queen had come to his court to seal their original treaty.

With a sudden scream the Amazon Queen came, her whole body thrashing on her throne as she yanked Thomas’s face into her crotch. Thomas held onto her legs and just did his best to ride her orgasm out. She last for a full minute, tugging and pulling on his head as he struggled to breathe. When she finally finished cumming, Thomas pulled his head up from between her thighs, gasping for air. His face was sticky with her cum and he could still taste her on his tongue.

“It seems we have a deal,” murmured the Queen, panting slightly from the exertion.