The sword cut deeper than the physical wound. One moment I was winning, the King's defenses crumbling before my superior strength and speed. The next, something cold washed over me like invisible water, and the orb's power vanished. I saw the court mage smiling from behind the throne, his hands still glowing with spent magic, just before the King's blade found my shoulder.
The crowd's gasp turned to cheers as I fell to one knee, blood soaking my tunic.
"The challenger has fallen!" the herald announced as guards surrounded me.
Through the pain and confusion, I caught Princess Rosalind's horrified expression, the Queen's carefully masked smile, and Grishka's murderous rage. As they dragged me in chains toward the dungeon, the King leaned close to whisper: "Did you really think I would fight fair for my kingdom?"
I smiled through bloodied teeth. "This isn't over."
"It is for you," he replied, nodding to his guards. "Take him to the Traitor's Pit. He'll be executed after my daughter's wedding."
The Traitor's Pit lived up to its name—a forgotten hole beneath the palace dungeons, where not even the rats bothered to visit. Special chains bound my wrists and ankles to the wall, the metal unnaturally cold against my skin. Whatever magic the court mage had worked, it kept the orb's power dormant, a distant pulse I could feel but not access.
For two days, I saw no one but a silent guard who shoved bread and water through the slot twice daily. My shoulder wound had been roughly bandaged, but fever threatened at the edges of my consciousness. Without the orb's healing power, I was just a man—strong, but mortal.
On the third night, the cell door creaked open. I expected another silent guard, but instead, Queen Isolde glided in, a hooded cloak concealing her identity until she was inside. She dismissed the guard with a regal wave, and the heavy door closed behind her.
"How the mighty have fallen," she purred, dropping her cloak to reveal a simple silk dress that clung to her curves. But something was different—the submissive woman from our previous encounters was gone. Her eyes were cold, calculating, her smile that of a predator.
"Come to gloat?" I asked, testing my chains again. Still solid.
She laughed, the sound nothing like the desperate moans I'd drawn from her before. "Oh, I've come for much more than that." She approached slowly, her fingers trailing along the damp stone walls. "Did you really think I would submit to a man—any man—forever? I've ruled from the shadows for twenty years while fools like you and my husband thought you were in control."
She unlaced her bodice slowly, revealing the body I thought I'd conquered. "Now I'm going to take what I want from you, and there's nothing you can do to stop me."
"And what exactly do you want?" I asked, watching her carefully. Without the orb's power, I needed to understand her game before I could turn it against her.
"Your seed," she said simply, letting her dress fall to the floor. Naked, she was still magnificent—a queen's body, maintained through privilege and power. "Your strength, your vitality, but not your influence. A child with your qualities that I can shape, mold, control."
She knelt before me, her hands working at the filthy trousers they'd left me with. Despite my anger, my body responded to her touch, hardening as she freed my cock.
"Look at that," she mocked, stroking me with practiced fingers. "Even without your mysterious power, you're still just a man—ruled by this." She squeezed hard enough to make me wince. "So predictable."
"If you wanted a child, you could have just asked," I said, trying to maintain some semblance of control. "No need for all this drama."
"And be one of your conquests? Another mindless slave in your collection?" She laughed again, rising to straddle my thighs. "No, I needed you weakened, contained. The mage detected your power source—this 'orb' as you call it. Fascinating artifact. He's studying it now, learning its secrets while you rot here."
My blood ran cold. If they had separated me from the orb completely, my situation was worse than I thought.
"Don't worry," she said, reading my expression. "It's still within you, just dormant. These chains are special—forged to contain magical creatures. As long as you wear them, your power sleeps." She positioned herself over my cock, her heat evident even before contact. "But your body still works perfectly fine."
She sank down on me in one fluid motion, taking my entire length inside her. Despite everything, the sensation was incredible—her royal pussy just as tight and hot as I remembered.
"That's it," she moaned, beginning to ride me slowly. "Give me what I need."
I tried to resist, to deny her the satisfaction, but my body betrayed me. My hips thrust upward as much as the chains allowed, driving deeper into her willing flesh.
"Fighting it only makes it better," she taunted, increasing her pace. "I studied you, watched how you took control of everyone around you. But you never noticed me watching, learning, planning."
She rode me with expertise, her inner muscles clenching and releasing around my cock. This was not the same woman who had screamed beneath me in her royal chambers—this was a calculated predator using my body for her own ends.
"The King knows," I said, trying to find some leverage. "He'll notice if you suddenly turn up pregnant."
She laughed, throwing her head back as she ground against me. "The King hasn't touched me in years. But that changes tonight—after I leave you. He'll believe the child is his, a miracle in our long-barren marriage."
The realization of her plan hit me fully. She wasn't just using me for pleasure—this was about dynasty, about power. A child with my strength and her cunning would be a formidable heir.
"And my execution?" I asked, my voice strained as she worked her body expertly against mine.
"Postponed, I think," she said, her breath coming faster. "The mage wants more time with your orb. And I might want more visits like this one." She leaned forward, her breasts brushing my chest as she whispered in my ear: "You're a useful stud, nothing more."
The humiliation burned, but my body didn't care. Her pussy was perfection, her technique flawless. She knew exactly how to move, how to clench, how to extract maximum pleasure while maintaining complete control.
"I can feel you getting close," she murmured, slowing her movements deliberately. "But you don't get to finish until I do. These chains respond to your pleasure—the more you feel, the tighter they become. Didn't you notice?"
She was right. As my arousal had built, the metal had grown colder, tighter around my wrists and ankles. Another magical safeguard to ensure prisoners remained weak and compliant.
"You're a monster," I growled, fighting against the building pressure in my core.
"I'm a queen," she corrected, increasing her pace again. "I do what's necessary for my kingdom, my dynasty." Her movements became more urgent, her control slipping slightly as her own pleasure built. "And right now, what's necessary is your seed."
She came with practiced restraint—no screaming, no thrashing, just a controlled shudder and a sharp intake of breath. But her pussy clamped down on my cock like a vise, milking me with rhythmic pulses that I couldn't resist.
My orgasm hit like a tidal wave, my body betraying me completely as I flooded her royal womb with exactly what she wanted. The chains constricted painfully as pleasure coursed through me, another reminder of my captivity.
She stayed seated on my cock, ensuring every drop remained inside her, her eyes closed in satisfaction. When she finally rose, she cleaned herself methodically with a cloth she'd brought, then dressed with practiced efficiency.
"Thank you for your service," she said, her composure fully restored. "I'll visit again to ensure the seed takes hold. Several attempts may be necessary."
"When I get free—" I started, but she cut me off with a laugh.
"You won't. The mage has assured me these restraints are unbreakable. But don't worry—I'll make sure your offspring knows their father was strong, if not particularly clever."
She knocked on the door, and the guard opened it immediately. Before leaving, she turned back with a cold smile. "Oh, and don't think your orc whores will save you. They've been expelled from the kingdom under pain of death. The noble lady who accompanied you is back with her husband, claiming you bewitched her. You're alone, Jamal. Completely alone."
The door closed behind her with finality, leaving me in darkness once more. I leaned my head back against the cold stone, feeling the orb's energy—distant but not gone. The Queen thought she had won, thought she had broken me and taken what she wanted.
But she had made one critical mistake. She had left me alive.
And as long as I lived, the orb remained within me. Dormant, perhaps, but not gone. I closed my eyes, focusing on that distant pulse of power, calling to it through the magical dampening of the chains.
Nothing happened immediately, but I felt something—the faintest response, like an echo returning from a great distance. The Queen would return. She would use me again, take my seed again, thinking herself the conqueror.
And each time, the connection to the orb would strengthen. Each time, her victory would bring my freedom closer.
I smiled in the darkness. The game wasn't over. It had merely entered a new phase.
---
Three days passed before the Queen returned. Three days of silence and darkness, broken only by the guard's wordless food deliveries. My shoulder wound had begun to heal, though without the orb's power, it was a slow, painful process.
The cell door opened, revealing Queen Isolde once again. This time, she wore no cloak, no disguise—just a simple dress that could belong to a servant. Her confidence had grown.
"Miss me?" she asked, dismissing the guard as before.
"Every moment," I replied, my voice hoarse from disuse. "How's my future child?"
Her smile faltered slightly. "Not confirmed yet. Which is why I'm here again." She approached, already unlacing her dress. "The timing is perfect—I'm at my most fertile."
"And the King? Still believing the miracle of renewed royal passion?"
She laughed, dropping her dress to reveal her naked body. "He's pathetically grateful for my sudden interest. Three nights of duty for him, and now he's away reviewing troops at the border. Convenient, wouldn't you say?"
I said nothing, watching as she knelt before me again. Despite my hatred for her, my body responded immediately to her touch. The orb might be suppressed, but my physical needs remained.
"Still so eager," she mocked, stroking my hardening cock. "At least this part of you knows its purpose."
This time, she took longer, teasing me with her hands and mouth before mounting me. She was playing with her food, enjoying her power over me. Each touch was calculated to bring maximum response while maintaining her control.
"I've been thinking," she said conversationally, as if she weren't naked and impaled on my cock, "about what to do with you long-term. The mage believes your orb could be extracted, studied. Would you survive such a procedure, I wonder?"
"Why don't you unchain me and find out?" I suggested, thrusting up into her as much as my restraints allowed.
She laughed, grinding down harder. "Always the fighter. That's good—our child will need that spirit. Properly directed, of course."
As she rode me, I focused on the orb's energy, calling to it silently. Each time she visited, each time she took my seed, the connection seemed to strengthen slightly. The magical chains dampened the power, but they couldn't sever it completely.
"You're distracted," she observed, slapping my face hard enough to snap my attention back to her. "Focus on your purpose, stud."
I glared at her, but my body continued to respond. She was expert at extracting what she wanted, her royal pussy working my cock with practiced skill. Despite everything, the pleasure was undeniable.
"That's better," she purred, increasing her pace. "Give your queen what she needs."
When she came this time, she allowed herself more expression—a gasping moan and fluttering eyelids. Her inner walls rippled around my cock, drawing my own climax from me despite my resistance. Again, the chains tightened painfully as pleasure coursed through me, but this time I was prepared for it.
As my seed flooded her womb, I focused entirely on that moment of connection, on the life-giving energy transferring from my body to hers. And in that moment, I felt the orb respond—a pulse of power so brief I might have imagined it.
The Queen felt something too. Her eyes widened slightly, her rhythm faltering. "What was that?" she demanded, still seated on my cock.
"What was what?" I asked innocently.
She studied my face, suspicious. "Nothing. A chill." But she rose quickly, cleaning herself with less ceremony than before. "The mage will examine you tomorrow. If you've somehow found a way to access your power..."
"I'm completely at your mercy," I assured her, rattling my chains for emphasis. "As you've made abundantly clear."
She dressed hurriedly, her composure slightly shaken. "We'll see. Either way, I'll be back in a few days to ensure conception."
After she left, I closed my eyes and focused again on the orb. The brief connection during climax had confirmed what I suspected—sexual energy, the very thing the Queen was extracting from me, was also feeding the orb, strengthening it against the magical dampening.
Each visit, each extraction of my seed, was actually helping me recover my power. The Queen thought she was using me, but she was actually ensuring her own downfall.
I smiled in the darkness. Two visits down. How many more would it take before the orb's power broke through completely? And what would the Queen's face look like when she realized her perfect plan had backfired spectacularly?
I settled back against the wall, conserving my strength. The waiting game continued, but now the advantage was shifting. Slowly, imperceptibly, but definitely shifting.
---
The mage never came. Perhaps the Queen had decided against revealing her activities, or perhaps she didn't trust her magical ally completely. Either way, I was left alone for nearly a week before the cell door opened again.
Queen Isolde entered, but something was different. Her face was flushed, her movements less controlled. She dismissed the guard with unusual sharpness.
"You," she said, approaching me with purpose. "What have you done to me?"
"I've been chained in this cell since our last meeting," I reminded her. "What could I possibly have done?"
She slapped me hard across the face. "Don't play innocent. I can't stop thinking about this." She grabbed my cock through my filthy trousers. "About you. I've had the King three more times, but it's your face I see, your cock I crave."
Interesting. The orb's energy must have affected her during our last encounter, creating the same addiction I'd deliberately fostered in women before. But this time, it had happened unintentionally, a side effect of the power building within me.
"Perhaps you simply prefer quality over royalty," I suggested, earning another slap.
"Shut up," she hissed, tearing at my trousers. "This is just physical. A biological imperative to ensure conception."
But her desperation told a different story. She mounted me with none of her previous calculation, sinking down on my cock with a moan that echoed her first submission in her royal chambers. Her control was slipping.
"Yes," she gasped, riding me frantically. "This is what I needed. What I've been thinking about for days."
I let her believe she was still in charge, still taking what she wanted. But as she moved on me, I focused intently on the orb's energy, directing it through our physical connection. With each thrust, each clench of her royal pussy around my cock, I pushed more of the building power into her.
"Something's different," she moaned, her movements becoming erratic. "It feels... it feels..."
"Better?" I suggested, thrusting up into her with more strength than I should have been able to muster in my weakened state.
Her eyes widened as she felt the change, the subtle shift in power. But she was already too far gone, her body betraying her as completely as mine had betrayed me during our first encounters.
"I don't... I can't..." she gasped, her orgasm building visibly. When it hit, it was nothing like her previous controlled climaxes. She screamed, her back arching, her entire body convulsing as pleasure more intense than anything she'd experienced ripped through her.
In that moment of her complete surrender, I felt the orb's power surge. Not enough to break the chains, not yet, but enough to establish a connection that hadn't existed before. As my seed flooded her womb again, I pushed more of the orb's energy into her, creating a link that would remain even after she left.
When she finally collapsed against my chest, breathing hard, she seemed confused, disoriented. "What... what happened?" she whispered.
"You came," I said simply. "Truly came,