The great throne room buzzed with anticipation as the kingdom's nobility gathered for High Inquisitor Celeste's official report. Sunlight streamed through stained glass windows, casting rainbow patterns across the marble floor where lords and ladies stood in precise formations.
King Aldric commanded the center of the assembly, his presence filling the vast space with royal authority. His voice carried easily to every corner as he addressed the court.
"Today marks a momentous occasion," he declared, hands clasped behind his back. "The spiritual purification of our realm has been completed under the watchful eye of our most devoted Inquisitor."
Queen Seraphina stood at attention beside Damien, maintaining perfect royal posture in her flowing crimson gown. The silk hugged her curves elegantly, and her golden crown caught the light with each subtle movement. To every observer, she was the picture of regal composure—dignified, untouchable, pure.
Only Damien knew she wore nothing beneath the gown.
High Inquisitor Celeste glided forward through the assembled nobles, her white robes seeming to glow with inner light. The silver in her braided hair sparkled with holy symbols, and her violet eyes held what the court interpreted as divine satisfaction.
"Your Majesties, noble lords and ladies," Celeste began, her voice carrying with practiced authority. "I am pleased to report that my extensive investigation has found this kingdom remarkably free of corruption."
Murmurs of approval rippled through the crowd. King Aldric nodded with obvious pride.
"The moral fiber of our realm remains strong," Celeste continued. "The noble families maintain their virtue with unwavering dedication."
Behind the queen, Damien's hand moved with careful precision. His fingers found the carefully designed gap in her gown's side seam—a modification he'd insisted upon weeks ago. The silk parted easily, granting him access to the warm flesh beneath.
Seraphina's breath caught almost imperceptibly as his fingertips grazed her hip. Her trained body recognized his touch immediately, pussy already growing slick with anticipation.
"The ladies of the court," Celeste proclaimed, "are paragons of purity. Their devotion to family and faith serves as inspiration to all."
Damien's index finger slid between the queen's thighs, finding her entrance already wet and welcoming. She was always ready for him now—her slutty body conditioned to respond to his presence alone.
The finger slipped inside her easily, her experienced pussy accepting the intrusion without resistance. She'd been stretched and trained so thoroughly that penetration felt as natural as breathing.
"Your Majesty," Celeste addressed the queen directly, "surely you agree that such virtue must be protected and celebrated?"
Seraphina's thighs trembled slightly as Damien's finger began moving inside her. "Yes," she managed, voice steady despite the growing heat between her legs. "Virtue must be... absolutely... protected."
The pause came as his finger found her G-spot, pressing against the sensitive bundle of nerves with practiced precision. Her inner walls clenched around the digit, trying to draw it deeper.
Prince Adrian stood among the gathered nobles, close enough to observe his mother's profile. Something about her posture seemed... off. The slight tension in her shoulders, the way her hands clasped together—it reminded him of that nightmare in her bedchamber.
His stomach dropped as realization dawned. *Not again. Not here.*
"And what of Her Majesty herself?" King Aldric asked with obvious pride. "Surely she embodies the very ideals you've found throughout the kingdom?"
Damien chose that moment to add a second finger, stretching his royal slut's trained hole. The additional pressure made her pussy clench reflexively, and a soft gasp escaped her lips—barely audible but unmistakable to those who knew what to listen for.
"Indeed," Celeste smiled beatifically. "Her Majesty represents the pinnacle of royal virtue. Pure, devoted, beyond any question of reproach."
The irony was exquisite. As Celeste praised her purity, Queen Seraphina fought to maintain composure while two fingers worked steadily inside her soaking cunt. Her juices were beginning to coat Damien's hand, and the wet sounds of penetration were masked only by the echoing acoustics of the great hall.
"You honor me with such words," Seraphina replied, and this time her voice carried a slight breathiness that could be interpreted as emotion. In reality, Damien had begun scissoring his fingers, stretching her experienced pussy in preparation for more.
Her body responded eagerly—this was what she'd been trained for. The risk, the humiliation of being violated in front of the entire court while maintaining her facade, sent electricity through her nervous system.
Adrian watched his mother's face with growing horror. He recognized the flush creeping up her neck, the way her pupils dilated slightly. She was being pleasured, right here in front of his father, in front of the entire court.
His eyes darted to Damien, standing perfectly at attention behind the queen. The bodyguard's expression was neutral, professional—but Adrian caught the subtle movement of his arm, the positioning that granted access to his mother's body.
"The kingdom is blessed," King Aldric continued, "to have such moral leadership. My queen's example guides us all toward righteousness."
That's when Damien added the third finger.
Seraphina's eyes widened for just a moment as her pussy stretched to accommodate the additional digit. But her slutty, well-trained hole accepted it greedily, inner walls rippling with pleasure as three fingers filled her completely.
The stretch was perfect—enough to make her feel deliciously full without causing discomfort. Months of training had prepared her body for exactly this kind of violation, and her cunt responded by flooding with arousal.
"Yes," she whispered, the word coming out more breathily than intended. "I... I strive to be worthy of such... *sharp intake* ...such trust."
The pause came as all three fingers pressed against her cervix simultaneously, sending shockwaves through her core. Her thighs pressed together involuntarily, trying to trap his hand against her pussy.
"Your devotion moves you to tears, my dear," the king observed with tender concern, noting what he interpreted as overwhelming emotion.
If only he knew those weren't tears of joy threatening to spill down her cheeks, but tears of desperate arousal as three fingers worked her G-spot with merciless precision.
Celeste continued her speech, praising the moral fiber of the kingdom, but her words became a distant hum in Seraphina's ears. All her focus centered on the fingers stretching her trained pussy, on the wet sounds that seemed impossibly loud despite being nearly inaudible to others.
Her juices were flowing freely now, coating Damien's hand and beginning to run down her inner thighs. The risk of discovery only made her wetter—her corrupted body craved the danger of being exposed as the royal slut she'd become.
"The investigation revealed no trace of the corruption I initially feared," Celeste declared. "This realm's purity remains intact."
As if responding to the word 'intact,' Damien began pumping his three fingers in and out of the queen's soaking cunt. The rhythm was subtle but devastating, each thrust hitting spots that made her see stars.
Seraphina bit her lip to keep from moaning, the taste of blood grounding her as pleasure threatened to overwhelm her control. Her pussy was making soft squelching sounds now, audible to anyone standing close enough—which thankfully was only Damien and the king himself.
"I am... deeply grateful," she managed, fighting to keep her voice level as three fingers filled her completely. "The Inquisitor's... thorough investigation... brings such relief."
Each word was a struggle. The fingers were moving faster now, stretching her trained hole with the practiced efficiency of someone who knew exactly how to work her body. Her slutty pussy responded by gripping them tighter, trying to milk the digits as if they were his cock.
Adrian felt sick. He could see it now—the micro-movements, the way his mother swayed almost imperceptibly, the flush that had nothing to do with religious fervor. She was being finger-fucked in front of the entire court, and no one else had any idea.
"Perhaps we should—" he started to speak, desperate to end this obscene display, but his voice cracked and died as his mother's eyes briefly met his.
For just a moment, he saw the truth reflected there—the desperate hunger, the shameless need, the complete submission to the man violating her behind her husband's back. Then she looked away, leaving Adrian to struggle with the knowledge of what his perfect royal mother had become.
The wet sounds were getting louder. Three fingers pumping steadily in and out of her experienced pussy were producing an increasingly obvious rhythm that made Adrian's stomach churn with recognition.
"Your Majesty seems quite moved by these revelations," one of the court ladies observed with a knowing smile.
"I am... overwhelmed," Seraphina admitted, and it was perhaps the most honest thing she'd said all day. Three fingers were stretching her so perfectly, hitting every trained spot with mechanical precision. Her slutty body was building toward climax despite—or perhaps because of—the public setting.
That's when disaster struck.
Damien curled all three fingers simultaneously, pressing hard against her G-spot while his thumb found her clit. The sudden dual stimulation after prolonged teasing was too much for even her trained self-control.
A loud gasp escaped her lips—too sharp, too obviously sexual to disguise as emotion. Several nobles turned to look, and the king stepped closer with immediate concern.
"My love, are you quite well?"
"I... I feel..." she stammered, legs beginning to shake as orgasm built rapidly in her core. Three fingers were moving faster now, fucking her openly while she stood in the middle of the royal court. "I need... air... please..."
Her pussy clenched around the invading digits, and she felt the familiar pressure that meant she was about to gush. In desperation, she doubled over slightly, one hand pressed to her stomach.
"Sudden illness," she gasped. "Please... excuse me..."
The juices were flowing freely down her thighs now, and she could feel the beginnings of a massive orgasm building in her core. If she didn't escape immediately, she was going to cum in front of everyone—squirting her pleasure onto the marble floor while her husband watched in confusion.
"Of course, my dear." King Aldric immediately moved to support her. "Sir Damien, please escort the queen to her chambers and summon the physician."
"At once, Your Majesty," Damien replied with perfect propriety, even as his three fingers continued their relentless assault on her pussy.
As they moved toward the exit, Seraphina's legs nearly gave out completely. Only Damien's strong arm around her waist kept her upright—though that same arm allowed him to maintain the finger-fucking even as they walked.
Prince Adrian watched them leave, seeing the obvious truth that everyone else missed. His mother's unsteady gait wasn't from illness—it was from having three fingers buried in her cunt, still moving as they disappeared through the chamber doors.
The court returned their attention to Celeste's concluding remarks about spiritual purity and moral strength. But Adrian couldn't hear anything over the roaring in his ears and the sick knowledge that his mother was about to be thoroughly fucked in reward for her public performance as the kingdom's pure and virtuous queen.
In the distance, barely audible through the heavy doors, came the sound of a woman's scream—quickly muffled, but unmistakably one of pleasure rather than pain.
The pure and perfect Queen Seraphina was getting exactly what her slutty body craved.
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The moment the chamber door slammed shut, Seraphina collapsed against it, legs finally giving out completely. The orgasm she'd been fighting hit her like a tidal wave, and she screamed as her pussy convulsed around Damien's still-buried fingers.
"FUCK! YES! OH GOD!" she wailed, not caring who might hear through the thick wood. Months of training had stripped away any pretense of royal dignity when it came to cumming.
Her juices gushed around his three fingers, squirting onto the marble floor in thick streams. The orgasm seemed to go on forever, wave after wave of pleasure crashing over her as her trained body finally released all the tension that had built during the ceremony.
"Look at you," Damien said with dark satisfaction, watching his royal slut writhe against the door. "Cumming from being finger-fucked in front of your husband. In front of the entire court."
"I couldn't help it," she gasped between aftershocks. "Three fingers... in public... the risk... it was too much..."
*This is exactly why I fucking love royal MILF sluts,* Damien thought with predatory satisfaction. *Breaking perfect, untouchable women into desperate whores who'll cum from anything I do to them.*
He withdrew his soaked fingers and held them up, showing her the evidence of her depravity. "Look how wet you got from being violated during a ceremony about purity."
Without being told, she opened her mouth and sucked his fingers clean, moaning at the taste of her own arousal. Her tongue worked between each digit, ensuring she got every drop.
"Good slut," he praised, and her pussy clenched at the words. "Now get on the bed. I'm going to destroy you properly for nearly breaking in front of everyone."
She scrambled to obey, still shaking from her orgasm. Her crimson gown was hiked up around her waist, crown askew, golden hair falling in wild tangles around her face. She looked nothing like the dignified queen who'd stood in the throne room minutes earlier.
"Please," she begged, spreading her legs wide. "Punish your royal slut for being such a whore in public. I need your cock so badly."
Damien freed himself from his breeches, his thick length already hard and leaking. The sight of her debased and begging never failed to arouse him beyond measure.
"Tell me what you are," he commanded, positioning himself between her trembling thighs.
"I'm your royal slut," she panted, reaching down to guide him to her entrance. "Your cock-hungry whore queen who can't control herself."
"And what did you do today?"
"I... I let you finger-fuck me in front of my husband. In front of the whole court. While they praised my purity." The words came out in a rush of shame and arousal.
"That's right." He slammed into her completely, filling her trained pussy in one brutal thrust. "You stood there being called virtuous while three fingers stretched your slutty cunt."
She screamed again, back arching as he began pounding into her with savage intensity. After the prolonged teasing, the feeling of his cock replacing his fingers was almost too much to bear.
"Harder!" she demanded, wrapping her legs around his waist. "Punish me for being such a public whore!"
He obliged, each thrust driving her deeper into the mattress. The headboard slammed against the wall with rhythmic force, but neither of them cared about the noise.
"Next time," he growled against her ear, "I'm going to use four fingers. See how long you can stand there being praised while my whole hand fucks your royal cunt."
"Yes!" she sobbed, the thought sending her toward another climax. "Use me however you want! I'll take it all!"
When she came again, it was with the knowledge that she was already a total sex slave.