The Queen's private chambers are exactly what you'd expect—opulent, excessive, and cold as her marriage. Gold-trimmed everything, silk sheets that have never seen real passion, and the lingering scent of expensive perfume that can't quite mask the smell of sexual frustration.
Queen Isolde waits for me on a chaise lounge, draped in a sheer nightgown that does nothing to hide her incredible body. For a woman in her thirties who's birthed two royal brats, she's fucking perfect—full tits with pink nipples already hard against the silk, a narrow waist that flares into hips made for grabbing, and legs that could wrap around a man's waist and never let go.
"So the rumors are true," she says, her voice cultured and controlled. "The savage who tamed the orcs and broke Lady Elara."
I don't bother with formalities. "Stand up."
Her eyebrows rise at my tone. "I am your Queen. You will address me as—"
I cross the room in three strides and grab her by the throat, lifting her to her feet with one hand. Her eyes widen in shock, then darken with instant arousal.
"I don't have queens," I growl, squeezing just enough to make her gasp. "I have cunts to fill and women to break. Which one are you?"
Instead of calling for guards, she moans—a sound she's probably never made for her husband. I rip her nightgown down the middle, exposing royal flesh that's never known rough handling. Her pussy is already wet, glistening in the candlelight.
"Desperate little queen," I mock, shoving her back onto the chaise. "How long has it been since someone fucked you properly? Years? Decades?"
"The king performs his duties adequately," she lies, her chest heaving.
I laugh and force her legs apart, exposing her completely. "Let's test that theory."
I drop to my knees and bury my face between her royal thighs without warning. She tastes expensive somehow, like everything else about her, but her pussy responds like any common whore's when my tongue finds her clit.
"Oh god!" she cries out, her hands flying to my head. "What are you—"
I suck her clit between my lips and slide two fingers into her tight hole, curling them to find that spot her husband has never bothered to locate. Her back arches off the chaise, and she screams—actually screams—as her first real orgasm crashes through her.
"Guards!" she gasps, though she's grinding against my face even harder. "Don't... don't come in!"
I hear confused voices outside the door but keep eating her through her climax, adding a third finger and feeling her stretch around me. When she starts to come down, I stand up and wipe her juices from my chin.
"Pathetic," I tell her, unbuckling my belt. "The mighty Queen of Westmarch, cumming on a commoner's tongue in under a minute."
Her face flushes with humiliation and arousal. "You will pay for this insolence—"
I slap her across the face—not hard enough to mark, but enough to shock her into silence. Her pussy visibly clenches at the impact.
"You've been waiting for this your entire life," I tell her, freeing my cock. Her eyes widen at the sight. "A man who doesn't care about your title or your power. A man who sees you for what you really are."
"And what am I?" she whispers, unable to look away from my cock.
I grab her by the hair and force her to her knees on the plush carpet. "A hole. A set of holes that need filling. Nothing more."
I expect resistance, some final defense of her dignity. Instead, she moans and opens her mouth, her tongue extending in silent supplication.
"Beg for it," I command, holding my cock just out of reach. "Beg like the royal slut you are."
"Please," she whispers, then louder when I tug her hair. "Please let me suck your cock. I need it. I've never... I've never tasted one properly."
"Never?"
She shakes her head, genuine shame in her eyes. "The king considers it beneath his station. Beneath mine."
"Then you've got a lot to learn," I tell her, guiding my cockhead to her lips. "Open wide, Your Majesty."
She takes me into her mouth with surprising eagerness, though her technique is nonexistent. I don't go easy on her—royal or not, she needs to learn. I thrust deep enough to make her gag, holding her head in place as tears form in her eyes.
"Relax your throat," I instruct, pushing deeper. "Breathe through your nose. That's it."
She's a quick study, I'll give her that. Within minutes she's taking half my length, her lips stretched obscenely around my girth. The sight of the kingdom's queen on her knees, mascara running down her cheeks as she gags on my cock, is almost enough to make me cum right there.
But I have bigger plans.
I pull out of her mouth and throw her face-down on the bed, her ass in the air. She tries to look back at me, but I push her face into the silk pillows.
"This is how queens should be fucked," I tell her, positioning my cock at her entrance. "Face down, ass up, taking cock like the breeding sow you are."
I slam into her without warning, burying myself to the hilt in one brutal thrust. She screams into the pillow, her whole body jerking forward from the impact. She's tight—tighter than she should be for a woman who's given birth—which tells me everything about how the king fucks her.
"When's the last time your husband made you feel like this?" I ask, establishing a punishing rhythm that has her tits bouncing with each thrust. "When's the last time anyone made you feel like a woman instead of a crown?"
"Never," she sobs, her voice muffled by the pillow. "No one has ever... oh god, it's so deep!"
I grab her hair and pull her head back, arching her spine painfully. "Louder. I want the whole castle to hear their queen getting properly fucked."
"NEVER!" she screams as I hit a spot deep inside her that makes her whole body convulse. "NO ONE HAS EVER FUCKED ME LIKE THIS!"
Her admission echoes off the stone walls, surely audible to the guards outside. I wonder what they're thinking, hearing their queen scream in pleasure for the first time in her royal life.
I flip her over without withdrawing, manhandling her body like she weighs nothing. The look on her face is priceless—shock, pleasure, and the dawning realization that she's completely at my mercy.
"Touch yourself," I command, pinning her wrists above her head with one hand. "Show me how the queen plays with her royal pussy when no one's watching."
Her free hand moves between us, finding her clit with practiced ease. This, at least, she knows how to do. Years of unsatisfying royal fucking have taught her how to get herself off.
"That's it," I encourage, slowing my thrusts to let her work. "Show me what you like."
She rubs herself frantically, her inner walls clenching around my cock as another orgasm builds. When it hits, she arches off the bed, her mouth open in a silent scream as her whole body convulses.
But I don't stop. I keep fucking her through the orgasm and into the next one, changing angles to hit her g-spot with every thrust. She's babbling now, incoherent pleas and curses mixing with my name.
"Please," she gasps when she can form words again. "I can't... it's too much..."
"You can and you will," I tell her, increasing my pace. "Your cunt belongs to me now. Your pleasure belongs to me. Your orgasms belong to me."
The door opens suddenly, and a young woman in servant's clothing freezes in the doorway, her eyes widening at the scene before her.
"Lyra!" the Queen gasps, trying to cover herself. "Get out!"
But Lyra doesn't move. She's staring at my cock as it pistons in and out of her queen's soaked pussy, her own thighs pressing together unconsciously.
"Stay," I command, not even slowing my rhythm. "Watch how a real man fucks a queen."
To my surprise, Lyra closes the door behind her and leans against it, her breathing quickening as she watches. The Queen tries to protest, but another orgasm steals her words, reducing her to animal moans.
"Take off your clothes," I tell Lyra, who obeys without hesitation. She's younger than the Queen, maybe twenty, with smaller tits but a perfect ass that her simple dress had hidden.
"Come here," I order when she's naked. "Your Queen needs help."
I pull out of Isolde, my cock glistening with her juices, and point to her face. "Sit on her face. Let her taste what a real woman tastes like."
"My Queen?" Lyra asks uncertainly, though she's already moving toward the bed.
Isolde is too far gone to object. When Lyra straddles her face, the Queen starts licking immediately, years of repressed desires finally finding an outlet. The handmaiden moans in surprise, grinding down on her monarch's tongue.
I reposition myself and thrust back into the Queen's pussy, the new angle letting me go even deeper. The sight of the handmaiden riding her queen's face while I fuck her royal cunt is the most depraved thing I've seen since arriving in the human kingdom.
"That's it," I encourage as Lyra's moans get louder. "Use her face. She's nothing but a set of holes now."
Lyra reaches back and grabs the Queen's tits, pinching her nipples roughly. Isolde screams into the girl's pussy, the vibrations making Lyra throw her head back in pleasure.
"Oh god," Lyra gasps, her hips moving faster. "I'm going to... on the Queen's face... I can't..."
"Do it," I command, reaching forward to pinch her clit. "Cum all over your Queen's royal face."
Lyra's orgasm is spectacular. She screams loud enough to wake the dead, her whole body shaking as she grinds down on Isolde's mouth. The Queen keeps licking desperately, her own orgasm building again as I pound her mercilessly.
When Lyra collapses forward, I pull her into a rough kiss, tasting the Queen's juices on her lips. "Good girl," I praise, still fucking Isolde with long, deep strokes. "Now help me finish her."
Lyra moves behind me, her hands reaching around to play with the Queen's clit while I fuck her. The dual stimulation is too much for Isolde. She comes again, harder than before, her pussy clenching so tight around my cock that I have to force myself to keep thrusting.
"Please," she begs when she can speak again, her face shining with Lyra's juices. "Cum inside me. Fill me up. Mark me as yours."
I pull out instead, making her whimper at the loss. "Not yet. You haven't earned my cum."
I grab Lyra and bend her over beside the Queen, comparing their asses side by side. "Which hole should I fill, Your Majesty? Your loyal servant's tight little pussy, or your royal cunt?"
"Mine," Isolde begs, reaching for my cock. "Please, I need it."
I slap her hand away. "Not good enough. Convince me."
The Queen hesitates only a moment before sliding off the bed and joining Lyra in presenting herself. "Please fill your queen's worthless hole," she says, spreading her ass cheeks to expose both her holes. "I'm nothing but a set of holes for your pleasure. Use me however you want."
"Better," I acknowledge, positioning myself behind her again. "But I think Lyra deserves a reward for being such a good helper."
I thrust into Lyra's tight pussy, making her cry out in surprise and pleasure. The Queen watches with naked envy as I fuck her handmaiden, reaching between her own legs to touch herself.
"Did I say you could do that?" I snap, slapping her ass hard enough to leave a handprint. "Hands behind your back."
She obeys instantly, whimpering as she watches me pleasure another woman. I fuck Lyra hard and fast, making her cum twice in quick succession before pulling out and finally returning to the Queen.
"Beg for it," I demand, rubbing my cockhead against her entrance. "One last time."
"Please," she sobs, all royal dignity forgotten. "Please fuck me. Fill me with your cum. Make me yours. I'll do anything, be anything you want. Just please, please fuck me!"
I drive into her with renewed vigor, pounding her royal cunt with brutal force. Lyra crawls beneath us, licking the Queen's clit as I fuck her, adding another layer of stimulation that has Isolde screaming incoherently.
When I finally cum, it's with a roar that surely echoes throughout the castle. I flood her womb with hot seed, marking her as thoroughly as I've marked every woman who's crossed my path. She comes again from the sensation, her whole body convulsing as she feels me pulse inside her.
I pull out slowly, admiring the sight of my cum leaking from her well-used pussy. "Clean her," I order Lyra, who eagerly begins licking my seed from the Queen's hole.
Isolde lies there, completely broken, watching through half-lidded eyes as her handmaiden cleans her. "What are you?" she whispers when she can finally speak.
I smile, already hardening again as I watch the two women. "I'm the man who just conquered your kingdom without drawing a sword."
She doesn't argue. We both know it's true.
"The king will see you tomorrow," she says, her voice hoarse from screaming. "But he's already lost. We all have."
I grab her hair and pull her face to my cock, already hard and ready for round two. "The night is young, Your Majesty. And I'm just getting started."
Lyra watches eagerly as her queen begins sucking my cock with newfound enthusiasm, ready for whatever depraved acts I have planned next. And I have many, many plans for these royal sluts.
The kingdom is mine. One hole at a time.