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Sunday, May 20, 2012

Queen Charming Chapter 2

Queen Charming by GeorgeTasker

CHAPTER TWO

Queen Brianna was certain that there was a conspiracy afoot now. Not only had her husband, the King been murdered, but now she was sure that there was a cover-up to conceal who killed him and why. And Brianna was determined that she would get to the bottom of it!

The Queen stormed through the hallways of the castle, straight down to the barracks and into the office of the Captain of the Guard.

"Captain Ramsay, I demand some answers!" Brianna snapped as she slammed the door shut behind her.

Ramsay was a young officer in his early thirties, about the same age as the Queen herself. He was a good looking soldier who'd quickly risen through the ranks to take on command of the King's personal protectors.

"Your majesty!" Ramsay gave a flourish and a low bow. "What can I do for?"

Brianna's eyes narrowed as she noticed the handsome young guard captain's gaze wander down over her voluptuous body, lingering on her ample bust and impressive cleavage.

"I am informed that one of your soldiers died today?" said Brianna, her initial anger somewhat dampened as she remembered she still had to be a little careful about her own personal little investigation. The last thing she wanted was for word of her enquiries getting back to her father.

Captain Ramsay's line of sight flickered from her face to her bosom and back again. "Yes, that is correct your majesty."

Brianna hesitated a moment, deciding how best to play this out. Her eyes flicked coyly up and down Ramsay, he was a good looking man. Brianna took a deep breath, the carefully practised action causing her large breasts to swell up, her cleavage threatening to pop out from the top of her bodice. The Queen gave a small smirk as she saw the Captain's eyes immediately drawn to the display.

"I need information Captain," said Brianna, her voice slightly husky. She stepped closer, reaching out and gently touching the soldier's arm. "I want a full investigation into the guard's death. An in depth investigation."

"I see," replied Ramsay, sounding a little uncertain. "My sergeant tells me that Mat died of natural causes."

Brianna gently stroked Ramsay's strong jaw line, feeling the scratch of his stubble against her soft hand. "If you get me what I want to know then I will be very grateful Captain," she breathed, moving closer still. The generous curves of her body were almost touching the Captain now.

Ramsay swallowed. "Of course your majesty," he said with a nod.

Queen Brianna leant forward, her face right next to Ramsay and the ample swell of her bosom touching his chest. "I will very, very grateful," she murmured, her soft lips gently brushing his earlobe.

***

That evening, Queen Brianna dined alone with her consort, Baron Manfred of Firestone. The dinner conversation was sparse and boring as they had very little in common.

Admittedly, Brianna was distracted. Thoughts of her secret investigation into Thomas's murder were flying around in her head, and every time she looked up at her elderly husband, she couldn't help but shudder, her father’s strict instructions to get pregnant as quickly as possible almost making her want to flee the city.

"You know, not long after I was first married to Thomas, he jumped me during dinner," said Brianna.

"Excuse me?" exclaimed Manfred in surprise, almost choking on the chicken wing he'd been daintily nibbling on.

"He took me right on the table," she added.

"This table?" blurted Manfred, not sure how to respond to the Queen's bizarre admission.

"No," the buxom blonde replied with a frustrated sigh. "It was been replaced years ago, but my point still remains."

"Your point?" asked Manfred witlessly.

"You do find me attractive right?" asked Brianna.

"Of course," said Manfred hurriedly. "You're beautiful. And your breasts are absolutely magnificent."

"Then fuck me!" she snapped. "Rip my clothes off and take me. Right now!"

"Oh - - err - - right," stammered Manfred, looking as nervous as hell. He stood up uncertainly and approached Brianna's end of the table. He was still holding his half eaten chicken wing in one hand, the grease dribbling down to his wrist.

Brianna remained sitting, wanting to give her spineless husband a chance to take control.

"Right," he coughed. "I'll - - take you right now on the table." He frowned down at the piece of chicken in his hand. Manfred swallowed and then hurried dropped it on the table next to Brianna's plate.

He reached out and grabbed Brianna's right breast, giving it a squeeze. Manfred then noticed that his hand was still covered in grease from the chicken and he'd just made a mess of the Queen's gown.

"Oh - - er - - sorry," he apologised, immediately letting go of Brianna's big tit and wiping his hand on the back of his trousers.

"Oh come on Manfred!" exclaimed Brianna in frustration. "Bend me over the table and screw me!"

"Yes - - of course," he agreed meekly. "Let the - - er - - fucking begin!"

Manfred awkwardly guided Brianna to her feet and started to bend her forward over the edge of the table.

"Wait, I - - " Brianna protested as she saw that she was about to get pushed into a bowl of gravy.

"Shut up wench!" snapped Manfred, attempting to assert his dominance. He pushed his wife forward, her chest descending directly into the gravy, soaking the bodice of her dress.

"Shit! The food!" snapped Brianna angrily.

"Oh!" yelped Manfred in surprise, letting go of her.

"Fucking hell!" complained Brianna as she turned slightly, displaying the brown goop that had drenched the front of her dress.

"Sorry," apologised Manfred immediately.

Brianna had to bite back her anger as she realised their lovemaking was once again heading into disaster territory. "Forget it. Let's just get on with this."

Manfred reached out and scooped some gravy out of her cleavage with one finger. He brought it to his mouth and licked it clean. "Delicious!" he announced.

Brianna shook her head in dismay and turned around, pushing away the gravy bowl and bending forward over the table, this time of her own volition. "Take me Manfred!" she cried dramatically, trying to get back into the spirit of things.

"Prepare to be mounted wench!" announced Manfred, starting to tug up the back of her dress. It seemed his idea of wearing the pants in their relationship involved calling her wench.

Manfred pulled the back of her dress right up to her hips, exposing her deliciously round and bare ass. He immediately grabbed her right buttock and gave it a squeeze.

Brianna heard some rustling and fumbling behind her, presumably it was her husband removing his trousers. Then she felt his hands of her ass once again. There were a few clumsy squeezes, followed by a finger crudely inserted into her pussy, causing her to gasp aloud in surprise. She felt something squidgy rub against her pussy and the back of her thigh.

"Hmm - - " murmured Manfred.

Brianna craned her head back over her shoulder to see what the hold-up was, only to see Manfred move around the side of the table to stand by her head, his soft cock held in one hand, right in front of her face.

Before Brianna could complain, the old man guided his flaccid penis towards her mouth, rubbing the slimy tip across her closed lips. "Just for a few minutes, please," begged her hopeless husband.

Brianna closed her eyes and opened her mouth, letting Manfred's limp dick slide in between her lips. She closed her mouth around his rubbery shaft and began to obligingly suck.

Manfred gave a small, happy whimper, one hand dropping onto the back of Brianna's head and holding her in place. It was a rather awkward position, lying over the edge of the table, her body pressed down and her head turned to the side, her cheek still resting on the surface of the table and held firmly in place by her husband.

"That's it wench, suck that cock!" moaned Manfred as he began to move his lips, sliding his cock back and forth between her lips, the shaft quickly swelling and hardening from her skilful suction.

It took about thirty seconds for Manfred to go from flaccid to fully erect, his cock jutting upwards against the inside of Brianna's cheek. He was not ready to leave her mouth however. Manfred tightened his grip, pinning Brianna's head down against the table as he started to pump his skinny hips faster, thrusting his cock deeper into the beautiful blonde's mouth.

"Oh yeah!" groaned Manfred as he fucked Brianna's mouth, driving his erection deep between her lips.

After about a minute he drew out and Brianna's heart rose, was he finally going to actually fuck her pussy?

Manfred held his erection by the base and slapped the Queen's cheek with the end of his cock. He then rubbed her cheek with the tip of his penis, leaving a smear of pre-cum that glistened in the candlelight from the chandelier above them.

Manfred's gaze flicked down to the back end of his wife, where her dress was still bunched up around her waist, her bare ass sticking up in the air. He gave a small moan as his gaze returned to her face and her full, pouty lips.

"Can't help it," he whined as he tightened his grip on Brianna's head and shoved his cock back into her mouth.

Brianna gagged slightly at the unexpected re-entry, her eyes going wide.

Manfred pulled her head across closer to the edge of the table and started to fuck her mouth, thrusting for all he was worth.

The elderly nobleman grunted as he humped his beautiful young wife's face, repeatedly plunging his cock deep between her lips and into her throat. His eyes were closed and his back arched as he fed his erection into her reluctantly sucking mouth.

Brianna realised she wasn't going to get his cock out of her mouth until he squirted, so she did her best to suck and lick on his madly thrusting manhood.

"Ah yeah!" groaned Manfred, pumping faster and faster. "You love sucking that cock, don't you wench?"

He gave a final cry as he clutched Brianna's face against his crotch, his scrawny buttocks clenching as his cock spurted.

"Uh!" Manfred grunted as his balls churned and unloaded, his thick jizz shooting deep into Brianna's mouth and down her throat.

Once again Queen Brianna swallowed her husband's seed. It wasn't going to get her knocked up inside her belly, she knew that for a fact.

***

It wasn't until two days later that Queen Brianna finally heard back from Captain Ramsay. Unfortunately the Captain didn't come to her, she had to track him down, finally locating him in the armoury doing an inventory of the castle's weapon and armour stocks.

"Ah, Captain Ramsay, I finally track you down," said the Queen as she entered the armoury and found Ramsay bent over a barrel counting the arrows inside.

Ramsay spun around in surprise. "Oh, your majesty," he gave her a quick bow. "Ah, what can I do for you?"

He didn't seem to be very pleased to see her, no doubt the investigation was not progressing as Brianna had hoped. Perhaps Ramsay lacked the proper motivation.

The Queen immediately moved across the room, standing close to the anxious soldier. She reached out and took hold of his right hand, squeezing it through the leather gauntlet he was wearing. "Captain Ramsay, I've been looking everywhere for you."

"Oh. Um, stock take," he replied, gesturing rather lamely with his free hand. He swallowed as Brianna's other hand stroked his bare wrist, just above where his glove ended.

"We haven't spoken since our discussion on your deceased guardsman," she the Queen carefully. She reached out and gently touched her palm to the Captain's chest, feeling the muscle beneath his tunic.

"Yes, well," Ramsay stammered a little. "Ah, investigations have been somewhat slow - - "

"What have you got?" snapped Brianna impatiently.

"Well not a lot," admitted the Captain. "Although I have discovered some rumour of Mat having a lover. A secret lover."

"I see," remarked Brianna taking interest. "Who is she?"

"Er, we - - that is I, don't know," Ramsay's gaze flicked down for a quick peek at Brianna's cleavage which was spectacularly on show as always.

"Captain Ramsay," began Brianna with a sigh. "I don't think you understand how important this is to me."

"I - - it has my full attention," he tried to assure her.

Brianna cast her gaze disdainfully around the armoury. "I can see that," she replied sarcastically. "Listen. You will find out who this woman is, and you will also find out how the guard died and what he was up to before his death. I want to know everything."

"Yes your majesty."

Brianna slowly drew Ramsay's hand up to her bosom, his gloved hand instinctively closing around the ample mound of her right breast, squeezing through her gown. "When you are successful I will be very grateful. Very grateful indeed."

Ramsay's eyes were glued to the Queen's chest, watching his own hand as it squeezed and massaged Brianna's heavy tit through her gown. He licked his lips, sliding his hand over to her left breast which he also groped eagerly.

As Ramsay fondled her breasts, Brianna slipped one hand up between the Captain's thighs, squeezing his crotch in her palm, feeling the hardness there. "I will be candid Captain Ramsay," she said, her voice husky as she traced the outline of the Captain's hard cock through his trousers. "My husband is not the most reliable in the bedroom, and I have my needs. If you rub my back, I will be more than willing to rub yours."

Ramsay gave a small moan from the back of his throat. His other hand came up to join the first, squeezing the Queen's immense knockers ardently.

Brianna gave Ramsay's hard-on one last squeeze and then reached up, disengaging his groping paws from her chest. "But until you have some information for me, some real information, you'll have to stick to fucking your own hand instead of something much, much sweeter."

She spun around and marched out of the armoury. Hopefully that would give the Captain the incentive he needed.

***

Duke Khalan entered his daughter's chambers. Inside Brianna's maid Tessa was busy polishing a set of silver cutlery.

"Where is my daughter?" asked the Duke as he approached the pretty young redhead.

"The Queen has gone to church I believe," replied Tessa, putting down the silver gravy bowl she had been cleaning.

The Duke moved behind Tessa, standing uncomfortably close. "I see," he replied slowly.

Tessa tensed as she felt the Duke reach up and grab a lock of her red hair, running his fingers through the burgundy strands. "Your hair is quite striking," commented the nobleman.

Tessa swallowed nervously. "Thank you m'lord."

Duke Khalan ran his hand down from Tessa hair along the length of her spine. His palm stroked over the curve of her inner back and down to the swell of her firm posterior. Tessa gasped as his hand slid down and cupped one of her buttocks, giving it a squeeze through her dress.

"How long have you worked for Brianna?" asked Khalan as he moved in close, pressing himself against Tessa's back, his hands moving up to hold her by her shapely hips.

"Several years," whispered Tessa in reply. She felt the hardness of the Duke's crotch rubbing against her ass.

Both of Khalan's hands slipped up from Tessa's waist to cup her big tits through her dress, giving them a hard squeeze.

"I - - I should probably get back to work m'lord," hinted Tessa as the older nobleman ground his bulging erection into her round bottom. The hands on her breasts began to knead her full jugs.

"Hmm, very nice," breathed Khalan as he mauled her hooters and ground his cock into her ass. "So did the King ever have his way with you too?" he asked.

"Yes, I gave King Thomas pleasure sometimes," whispered Tessa, grimacing as the Duke gave her breasts a particular hard squeeze.

"So you've fucked Thomas, Thomas fucked my daughter, and now I'm about to fuck you," murmured Khalan. He reached up and grabbed Tessa's dress, up near her shoulders. He gave a small grunt of effort as he yanked the dress off her slim shoulders, causing it to rip slightly. Tessa gasped as the Duke wrenched the dress down to her waist, leaving her topless.

Duke Khalan gave a murmur of appreciation as he slid his hands back up to cup her now bare breasts, squeezing the large, warm flesh of her melons in his hands.

"What about Manfred?" asked Khalan as he pinched Tessa's nipples, rolling her big tits around in his hands. "I bet that horny old bugger has done you as well?"

"Er, no your lordship," replied Tessa.

"Hmm - - " murmured Khalan thoughtfully. He let go of Tessa's breasts and reached for her dress once again, this time pushing it down over the curvy swell of her hips and stripping her completely naked.

The old duke's hands stroked across Tessa's bare back and down over the smooth roundness of her bare bottom. "Gorgeous," he murmured.

He spun her around to face him, both his hands rising to grab her big breasts, lifting the firm young jugs as he leant forward to taste them. The old Duke gave a moan as he swiped his tongue up the length of Tessa's cleavage and then turned to suck one of her hard nipples into his mouth. Khalan sucked on Tessa's nipples for a few moments, licking each of her breasts hungrily.

"Down," he instructed, placing his hand on her head and urging her to kneel down at his feet. The duke then unfastened his trousers, dropping them to the ground. As Tessa had felt against her bum previously, he was already hard.

The gorgeous maid gave a surprised gasp as Khalan grabbed a handful of her red hair and yanked her head in close to his crotch. Unexpectedly though, he didn't shove his cock into her mouth, instead he wrapped her soft red hair around the shaft of his dick and started to stroke himself.

Tessa glanced up nervously at Duke Khalan, not sure what she should be doing as he stroked his cock in her hair. The elderly duke had his mouth open and his tongue poking a little out as he rubbed his hard shaft with her soft locks. Tessa winced as he pulled slightly on her hair while pleasuring himself. After a couple of minutes, the duke reached down and pulled Tessa roughly back onto her feet. He spun her around and bent her forward over the table, in the process knocking the silver gravy bowl onto the floor.

Khalan placed one hand on Tessa's ass, giving it a squeeze as he reached out with his other hand and grabbed handful of her hair. Tessa gasped as he tugged on her hair, pulling her head back and arching her back, the motion causing her delightful ass to jut out towards his erection.

"That's good," breathed the duke as he lined his cock up with Tessa's pussy and then thrust into her.

Duke Khalan pulled hard on Tessa's hair as he pumped against her ass, slamming his hard cock deep into her pussy. The lovely buxom maid arched her back, grinding her ass back against him to meet his thrusts. Despite the fact she didn't share the duke's obvious eagerness, she was eager to get this carnal encounter over as quickly as she could.

Khalan moaned, both his hands moving to grip Tessa's shapely hips as his own bony hips thrust faster, his hard cock pumping in and out of the delicious young cunt in front of him. There were definite perks to nobility.

The room was filled with Khalan's grunts and the sound of his hips slapping against Tessa's shapely buttocks. "Uh!" Khalan's breathing became faster as he approached orgasm. Suddenly he pulled out of Tessa's inviting cunt, and almost immediately his cock spurted, thick ropes of cum splashing across the beautiful maid's ass and lower back.

"Mmm, very good," breathed Khalan as he wiped his dick on the girl's ass.

"You didn't cum in me?" remarked Tessa, more out of surprise than any concern.

"That's right. Can't be having any bastard children, now can we," explained the ever-careful duke.

***

Queen Brianna was in an irate mood the next day. Not only had she still heard nothing of use from Captain Ramsay, she'd also had a rather unpleasant rude awakening that morning.

Her deep sleep had been awakened by a heavy weight on her chest. She had opened her eyes to see her new husband Manfred naked, and straddling her chest, waving his surprisingly hard erection in her face. Not exactly the first thing she wanted to lay eyes on when she woke up.

Reluctantly, Brianna had let the puny old man push his dick into her mouth and fuck her face. The old nobleman had grabbed hold of her hair and pumped his cock in and out of her unenthusiastically sucking mouth, pushing her head back down into her pillow with each thrust of his bony hips. Brianna had been under no illusions that he was going to pull out and fuck her, and frankly she was too annoyed and tired to try and coax him into her twat.

Manfred had eagerly made love to his pretty young wife's mouth, finally shooting his copious load down her throat. It hadn't been the best start to the day for Queen Brianna. Not long after Queen Brianna had finally got the foul taste of Manfred's cum out of her mouth, she had an unexpected visitor.

"Sister - - Cathlen was it?" remarked Brianna tentatively as the pretty young priestess entered.

"Yes, your highness," Cathlen curtseyed low. She dressed in traditional black and white priestess garb, but even those thick, unflattering garments did little to disguise her beauty.

"The Bishop sent you?" guessed Brianna.

"Yes your highness," Cathlen nodded. She glanced around the room and appeared nervous.

Queen Brianna sighed. "What does Davidian want?" she asked. "You may speak frankly, sister."

"Thank you, your highness," Cathlen gave another curtsey. "The Bishop sends news. Information."

One of Brianna's carefully plucked eyebrows rose slightly at this. "Tell me."

"The Bishop understands you are asking questions about a guard?" probed Sister Cathlen cautiously.

"Yes. Mat, the dead guard," agreed Brianna.

"Bishop Davidian told me to tell you that the guard had a mistress."

"Yes, yes," snapped Brianna impatiently. "I know this already."

"The mistress is your maid, Tessa."

Queen Brianna's blood ran cold. "You are sure of this?" she demanded.

"Yes, your highness. Bishop Davidian was most specific," replied Cathlen.

"I see," said Brianna through gritted teeth. She had not been expecting that name. Tessa was the only person she trusted, and that included her father.

"The Bishop was also very specific about receiving his reward," added Cathlen.

Brianna gave the priestess a sharp glare. "Reward?"

Cathlen swallowed, clearly nervous. "Yes, your highness. Davidian, I mean the Bishop said that he is sick of waiting."

"Is he?" remarked Brianna coldly.

"Yes," Cathlen quietly replied. "The Bishop said he wants your ass."

***

Captain Ramsay's gaze boldly moved down across the lush curves of Queen Brianna's body as she entered the soldier's chambers. He grinned broadly as she approached and he slowly licked his lips.

"You can wipe that smirk off your useless face right now!" snapped Brianna, not in the mood to play with the young guardsman.

"Excuse me?" blurted out Ramsay, taken aback. He'd clearly been expecting more of the Queen's flirting.

"The lover, I know who she is!" barked Brianna.

"Your highness?"

"Tessa!" hissed Brianna, her tone filled with fury.

Ramsay frowned. "Who's Tessa?"

"My maid!" cried Brianna angrily. "That little bitch is behind this!"

"I see," replied Captain Ramsay uncertainly. "We will have her arrested, you can count on that."

"I want her captured right now!" snapped Brianna in fury. "And you will see to it personally Captain."

"Yes, your highness," Ramsay gave a low bow. When he straightened up, his gaze was on the Queen's cleavage. "Perhaps we could discuss incentives again?" he suggested cautiously, licking his lips and letting his stare rest meaningfully on Brianna's bosom.

"Just get the bitch and bring her to me," growled the Queen through gritted teeth.

"Of course Queen Brianna," replied Ramsay with a smooth bow.

***

"Would you like a slice of cake perhaps?" offered Greythorn gallantly as the master poisoner sat calmly observing his surprise guest.

"No thanks," replied the beautiful young redhead opposite him. Tessa, maid to Queen Brianna.

"A shame," said Greythorn. "The Queen was also rather wary of my cakes, and they are so wonderful I can assure you. So what does the Queen require of me now?"

"Angeldust root," replied Tessa.

"Yes, I have already discussed this with the Queen, and she is aware of the purchaser," explained Greythorn, picking up a small, delicately iced cake and popping it into his mouth.

"No, this time she wishes to purchase some Angeldust root herself."

"Ah, I see," said Greythorn, his mouth full of half chewed cake as he replied. He swallowed noisily before continuing. "I have a small amount of the root still left, however it is difficult to come by and the price is considerable."

"That will not be a problem for the Queen of the realm of course," said Tessa.

"I require payment in advance," added Greythorn.

Tessa seemed taken aback by this. "The Queen's word is not good enough for you?"

Greythorn's eyes narrowed as he regarded the buxom maid. "I admit that the Queen has been very - - accommodating to me. However I do insist on payment up front before I will hand over the root."

Tessa shifted uncomfortably in her chair. "That is unacceptable. The Queen requires me to return with the poison this very day."

Greythorn stroked his chin thoughtfully. "You are not here on behalf of the Queen, are you?"

The red haired maid paled slightly. "I need that poison."

Greythorn smiled, "I'm afraid that I'm not in the charity business. No money, no Angeldust."

Tessa took a deep breath, the action causing the impressive front of her bodice to swell up enticingly. She slowly and seductively traced her upper lip with her tongue. "Perhaps we can work out some other payment method?" she suggested. "I know you have a reputation for - - enjoying your female clients from time to time."

Greythorn waved off her offer. "I think not my dear. I could fuck you without your consent with the smallest application of one of a number of substances, something which I am right now considering in fact. I fail to see any value in what you are offering when I can easily have you for free."

Tessa's eyes narrowed angrily. "As I said, I am aware of your reputation, and also the manner of your conquests. But I am offering you something very different."

Greythorn frowned. "What is that?" he asked, his curiosity piqued.

"Consent," replied Tessa.

The poisoners frown deepened. "I'm not sure I understand what you mean."

"You always poison women to have your dirty way with them," explained Tessa. "What I am offering you is something better. Consensual sex. You might get your jollies sticking your prick into a lifeless pussy or a slack, dribbling mouth, but have you experienced someone actively slurping on your cock? A tongue swirling around the shaft, a pussy tightly clutching your dick. Have you ever had a woman ride you? Call out your name in passion? Or do you just want a lifeless doll to stick your cock into?"

Greythorn's mouth was dry at Tessa's vivid descriptions. "Deal."

Tessa grinned victoriously. She stood up and walked over to Greythorn, smoothly perching her peachy bottom down on his lap and wrapping her arms around his neck. "Just out of interest, were the cakes poisoned?"

Greythorn nodded. "If you'd eaten one, we wouldn't be having this conversation, your slack, paralysed mouth would have been stuffed full with my cock."

Tessa grinned. "You are a wicked man Greythorn. I'm actually looking forward to this."

Not waiting for an answer, Tessa leant forward and hungrily pressed her mouth to the poisoner’s, kissing him passionately. Greythorn moaned and kissed her back, his tongue eagerly seeking hers. Tessa had been correct in her guess; the poisoner had never had consensual sex with anyone.

Greythorn slid his hand up from where it was resting on Tessa's hip, sliding up her side to cup and squeeze one of her substantial breasts through her dress.

Tessa broke off their kiss and seized Greythorn's hand, prying it off her tit. "Uh ah," she scolded him. "I'm in charge here. This time you're the passive one."

The gorgeous flame haired servant slid down off Greythorn's lap, moving to her knees at his feet. She slid both her hands up along the inside of the poisoner's thighs, cupping the swell of his crotch with both hands and giving it a firm squeeze through his trousers. "I see you like that idea," she commented as she reached for the lacings on his pants.

Tessa reached into Greythorn's pants and drew out his cock. It was erect and rigid, pointing stiffly up in the air and ready for action. Tessa gave a small murmur of appreciation as she leant forward, lightly brushing Greythorn's cock against her soft lips. The beautiful red head then blew lightly on the tip of his shaft.

Greythorn watched the busty maid, spellbound by the tender attentions she was giving his penis. The gorgeous maid's tongue slipped out from between her lips and teasingly lapped at the head of his cock, delicately tracing the slit with the very tip of her tongue. Greythorn gave a low grumble of pleasure as Tessa's tongue swirled around the head of his cock.

"Mmm, I like your cock," murmured Tessa as she slipped her warm mouth down over the head of his penis, suckling the trembling shaft and causing Greythorn to moan in approval.

Tessa spent a few moments slurping noisily on the end of Greythorn's cock, sensing the poisoner's frustration as his hips lurched up off his seat and he tried to stuff more of his length into her mouth. Smiling around the mouthful of cock, Tessa shifted her position to get a deeper angle and then plunged her mouth right down on Greythorn's cock, taking the whole length inside her talented mouth.

"Ah fuck!" groaned the poisoner as his manhood was abruptly swallowed by the skilful cocksucker.

Tessa lips bottomed out on the very base of Greythorn's trembling shaft, her nose buried in his pubes and her lower lip actually touching the top of his ballsack. Greythorn leant back in his seat, groaning noisily as Tessa moaned around his cock, forming an impossibly snug envelope around his entire shaft with her hot, wet mouth.

The deep throating maid held his cock there for a moment and then drew back up to the head of his cock, swirling her tongue around the tip and then planting a soft tender kiss on it.

"Mmm, delicious," she said, taking a deep breath before once again descending down his cock, swallowing the long shaft right into her throat.

"Oh yeah!" Greythorn was in heaven as Tessa began to bob her head over his cock, her deep throating was amazingly effortless.

Tessa sucked the poisoner for a few minutes, her head bobbing rapidly up and down as the tight seal of her lips slid up and down his hard shaft. When she was satisfied that Greythorn was sufficiently ready she stood up, giving his hard cock one last stroke with her hand before reaching for the lacings on her bodice.

"Time to fuck now big boy," she told him and she pulled open the front of her servant's dress and pulled it down off her shoulders.

Greythorn let out a sharp gasp of admiration as the redhead's sensational naked body was revealed. Tessa was tall and slender, her body well toned but also sinfully curved in all the right places. The maid's breasts were full and ample, topped by hard nipples, and the red hair of her pubes was glistening slightly with moisture, clearly turned on and ready for him.

Tessa placed her hands on Greythorn's shoulders and leant forward over him, letting her heavy breasts fall forward into his face. The grateful poisoner immediately captured the tip of Tessa's right breast in his mouth, sucking eagerly on her nipple as she rubbed her expansive cleavage into his face.

After a moment’s suckling, Tessa moved forward, straddling the sitting man's cock. She reached down between her firm thighs and grasped his stiff erection, aiming the trembling tip towards the dripping entrance to her sex.

"Are you ready Mr Master Poisoner?" asked Tessa as she rubbed the tip of his cock against the lips of her vagina.

"Ah!" groaned Greythorn. "I'm beyond ready Miss Queen's Maid. Fuuuccck!" Greythorn let out a long groan of pleasure as Tessa lowered herself down onto his cock, her hot pussy clutching at the shaft as she pressed herself down onto his lap, his hard cock filling her.

"Ahh!" Tessa gave a moan of her own as she started to grind herself on Greythorn's lap, bouncing slowly up and down as she ride his erection.

"Oh yes!" gasped Greythorn as her cunt milked his erection, her peachy ass bouncing rapidly on his lap.

Tessa's ample breasts jiggled in front of Greythorn as she fucked the older master poisoner, and his hands finally left his sides for the first time since she'd mounted him, reaching up to squeeze and grope the ample melons as they fucked. Greythorn squeezed tightly onto Tessa's big tits, his hips hunching up off the chair and his hard cock lodging deeper into Tessa's snug cunt as she ground down to meet his thrusts.

It didn't take long for Greythorn to be pushed over the edge. With a long groan and a lurch of his hips, his cock surged inside Tessa, thick spurts of cum shooting up into her as the poisoner pitched back in his seat, still gripping tightly onto Tessa's knockers.

The pretty redhead rocked her hips down onto Greythorn's spasming cock, milking every last drop of his cum from him.

"Wow," breathed Greythorn when he was finally spent. "You were right, that was something I've never done before." He pinched the maid's hard nipples as she rose up off his glistening cock.

***

Later that evening, Queen Brianna was in a rather foul mood, she still hadn't had any word from Captain Ramsay about the whereabouts of her missing maid. Unfortunately she didn't have the time to track down the lazy Guard Captain and find out what was going on because she was busy entertaining her elderly husband.

These days entertainment, as far as Manfred was concerned, involved shoving his penis repeatedly into his pretty young wife's hotly sucking mouth. An understandably entertaining diversion.

Brianna wasn't quite sure how she'd come from Queen of Realm to an old man's cum drinker, but there she was, kneeling in the centre of their room as the old Baron gripped her long blonde hair and enthusiastically fucked her mouth.

The Queen was still wearing her gown, however the bodice was gaping wide open and her heavy breasts spilling out, her nipples brushing against Manfred's skinny thighs as he rammed his cock between her pursed lips.

"That's it wench, suck that big cock!" grunted Manfred, happily thrusting away, using her mouth as if it was her cunt. The old Baron had recently taken to calling her a wench while he was getting blown, not something the Queen was particularly pleased about. She would have to put her consort in his place at some point in the near future, however she was currently sidetracked investigating her deceased husband's murder and the likely involvement of her maid, Tessa.

Manfred tightened his grip on his new wife's blonde locks and increased his pace, shoving his cock into her mouth and full force. Brianna made a small gagging noise at his crude thrusting, but managed to deep throat him without choking, taking his cock right to the hilt so that his balls actually touched her chin each time he pushed forward against her face.

"Ah, that's it!" groaned Manfred, clutching Brianna's head tightly against his groin. The lovely Queen sensed that it wouldn't be long before he came, and she briefly considered getting him to switch to her pussy, or at least trying to.

However, before she could do anything the door of the room swung open and Brianna's father, Duke Khalan entered. Brianna's eyes went wide in surprise, unable to say anything with her mouth stretched into a wide oval around the shaft of Manfred's prick.

"Good evening your majesty," said Khalan with a smirk as he glanced down at his lovely daughter on her knees before her new husband, her ample breasts uncovered and glistening with some saliva that had dripped down from her chin.

"Oh - - Duke Khalan!" said Manfred in shock, releasing his wife's head.

Brianna fell back off Manfred's cock, coughing and gasping for air.

"Please," said Khalan politely. "Don't stop on my account."

"Oh," replied Manfred, looking a little unsure of himself. Without really thinking the old Baron grabbed hold of Brianna's head and shoved himself back into her mouth.

Brianna gagged in surprise and shoved the old man back away from her, again coughing and sputtering. "You idiot!" she snapped angrily at her husband, before glaring up furiously at her father.

"Hmm, perhaps I should wait in the dining room," said Khalan, turning smoothly on his heels and leaving the room, a large smirk on his face.

"Um, sorry about that," said Manfred meekly, wincing as he looked over at the expression of rage on his pretty wife's face.

"Just get your pants back on and we'll go find out what was so urgent that my father walked in on the royal bedchamber," growled Queen Brianna, starting to lace up the front of her bodice.

"Yes my dear," agreed Manfred timidly. Funnily enough he wasn't calling her wench in her current mood.

They quickly made themselves decent and went to the dining room to meet with Brianna's father. The Duke had already poured three glasses of red wine and was looking rather pleased with himself.

"Something to celebrate father?" asked Brianna calmly as she sat down at the table, ignoring the glass of wine.

"Indeed!" replied Khalan. "There is good news from the provinces. We have received word from Lord Athan, congratulating you on your recent wedding as well as promising his support to the throne."

"Good news indeed," agreed Manfred. The old Baron knew he was out of his depth around the powerful Duke Khalan so he picked up one of the wine goblets and took a long swallow, before hesitantly taking a seat.

"Yes, it seems that our alliance with your family has paid off Baron," granted Duke Khalan. "And Athan's return will ensure that the Amazons don't get any ideas about breaking the peace treaty."

Brianna chewed her lower lip, barely paying attention. She couldn't help but think about her maid, the traitorous bitch Tessa. The Queen briefly considered bringing up the matter with her father, but based on their previous conversation on the subject he wasn't likely to be happy to hear about her ongoing enquiries.

"Well," said Khalan after a moment's uncomfortable silence in which it became obvious that Brianna had nothing to add to the news. "I realise I was interrupting you newly weds, so I think I shall depart and let you get back to it."

Brianna shot a dark glare at her father as he departed. Sometimes her father was a real asshole. Manfred however, was on his feet as soon as the door closed, one hand fumbling at the front of his pants, the other tipping his goblet back to slurp down the last of his wine.

"What on earth are you doing?" snapped Brianna, looking over at her husband in disgust. After that interruption and with her racing mind, the last thing she wanted was suck the old bastard’s prick back to life again.

"I'm going to fuck my wife is what I'm doing," replied Manfred, his voice sounding unusually proud.

Brianna glanced down at Manfred's groin and was surprised to see a stiff penis jutting out from the thatch of grey pubic hair between his legs. "You're hard?" she remarked in surprise.

"That's right wench!" growled Manfred. "Now bend over the table and lift your skirts."

"Er - - " Brianna was taken aback. "You don't want me to give you another blowjob?"

"Hurry up and bend over wench!" ordered Manfred, his voice cracking slightly.

The stunned Queen got to her feet. Whatever had come over Manfred, she might as well go with it. The voluptuous blonde hiked her gown up around her waist as she bent forward over the dining table, sticking her exposed bum out towards her clearly ready husband.

Manfred held Queen Brianna by her shapely hips as he shuffled up behind her and lined his cock up with her startled vagina.

"Here I come wench!" he grunted as he thrust forward, shoving his erection into his beautiful young wife.

Brianna grunted as she was penetrated, his hard cock sliding deep into her, despite its usual diminutive size she felt it filling her.

"Ah, yes!" groaned Manfred. "I'm inside you! I'm actually inside your pussy!" He sounded very pleased with himself.

Queen Brianna gritted her teeth as he thrust again with his hips, shoving his cock deeper. He was definitely inside her, but that certainly wasn't her pussy!

"Oh yeah!" groaned Manfred as he started to fuck his lovely wife's ass, his hips slapping against her round buttocks as he stuffed himself deep into her ass. "God you're tight he groaned!"

Brianna moaned herself as her ancient husband rutted against her bum. This was hardly going to knock her up, but she didn't really have the heart to tell him, despite the unpleasant sensation of his erection pumping her back passage. No doubt the Bishop would be rather jealous of course.

"Ow!" gasped the Queen as Manfred gave a particular hard and deep thrust into her ass. She felt his small cock lodge right to the hilt in her rectum and the weight of his body fall down over her back.

Brianna hesitated a moment and felt that Manfred had stopped moving.

"Manfred? You okay?"

No reply.

"Manfred! Get off me!" she snapped irritably.

Still no reply.

With a grunt of effort, Brianna used her arms to leverage herself up off the table. Manfred's cock slipped out of her and the old man slumped to the ground with a crash.

"Are you okay?" asked Brianna, feeling some concern. She crouched down to check on her apparently passed out husband. Only he was dead.

"Not again - - " whispered Queen Brianna in horror.

***

Captain Ramsay leapt onto the anchored ship, nodding at the captain and displaying his coat of arms. The ship's captain, realising Ramsay was one of the King's Guard did not protest at his boarding.

Sporting a satisfied grin, Captain Ramsay immediately headed below decks, one hand resting on the hilt of his sword. With a definite sense of purpose, the captain strode straight down to the cabin at the far end of the hallway and shoved open the door without knocking.

Tessa, former maid to Queen Brianna, spun around at the sudden intrusion, gasping in surprise.

Captain Ramsay smirked and raised one eyebrow as he saw that the traitorous, red haired maid was completely naked. The abundant and sexy curves of her fantastic body uncovered and on display. He licked his lips as he eyed up the sexy woman's figure.

"Well, well, well," he muttered stepping forward towards the maid.

Suddenly he felt the ship lurch beneath his feet and he glanced up.

"We're casting off," explained Tessa.

"So soon?" replied Ramsay, not seeming too concerned by the fact the ship was leaving the city.

"Well we did murder a King and by now a duke as well," explained the naked redhead. "It didn't seem prudent to hang around any longer."

"Duke Khalan?" asked Ramsay in surprise.

"The old prick decided to fuck me, just like King Thomas did to both me and my mother before that," explained Tessa. "He had it coming. Poison wine."

"I see," remarked Ramsay stepping closer to the gorgeous maid. He ran one hand up over her shapely hip, up towards the ample globe of her right breast. He paused, inches away. "You're not planning on poisoning me for fucking you I hope?"

"Don't be silly darling, with you, it's a pleasure," replied Tessa, taking the captain’s hand in hers and drawing it up to her breast, she then leant forward and passionately kissed him.

"Mmm," breathed Ramsay in appreciation as they broke off their kiss and he gave her bare breast a firm squeeze, marvelling at its size and firmness. "And the Amazon’s payment is with Lady Valeria?" He asked, his fingers seizing Tessa's hard nipple and giving it a playful pinch.

"That's right," said Tessa, grinning broadly. "I would have taken half the amount, but mother insisted on bargaining. Despite the fact she wanted Thomas dead, even more than I did."

"Well, here's to happily ever after," said Ramsay, pulling Tessa's lush naked body against him and kissing her powerfully.

THE END

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