The palace corridors parted before us like a sea of terrified servants and confused guards. The Queen walked beside me, her silk robe barely concealing the evidence of her complete submission—bite marks on her neck, handprints on her thighs, and the unmistakable gait of a woman thoroughly claimed. The guards who had witnessed her degradation in the dungeon couldn't meet her eyes, their loyalties visibly shifting with each step we took toward the King's chambers.
The orb's power pulsed through me stronger than ever before, touching the minds of everyone we passed. Some fell to their knees instinctively, others pressed themselves against walls to avoid contact.
"The King is meeting with his advisors," the Queen whispered, her voice still hoarse from screaming my name. "They're discussing your execution and my daughter's wedding."
I smiled at the perfect timing. "Good. An audience will make this more efficient."
When we reached the ornate doors of the royal chamber, I didn't bother knocking. With a pulse of the orb's power, the heavy doors flew open, revealing the King and his startled council.
"Forgive the interruption," I said, pulling the Queen closer to my side. "But there's been a change of plans regarding the future of this kingdom."
The King rose from his seat at the head of the massive oak table, his face flushing with rage as he took in the sight of his disheveled wife. Six advisors—old men in expensive robes—gaped in shock.
"Guards!" the King bellowed, his hand moving to the ceremonial sword at his hip.
Two royal guards stepped forward hesitantly, their eyes darting between their King and the Queen who made no move to escape my side. They had heard the rumors. Some had even witnessed what happened in the dungeon.
"Your Majesty," one guard began uncertainly, "the Queen appears to be..."
"The Queen appears to be exactly where she wants to be," I finished for him. With a casual gesture, I sent a pulse of the orb's power through the room. Everyone except the King froze in place—not paralyzed, but suddenly unwilling to intervene.
"What sorcery is this?" the King demanded, drawing his sword. "Release my wife and surrender, prisoner, or die where you stand!"
I laughed, the sound echoing off the ornate ceiling. "Your wife doesn't want to be released. Show him, Your Majesty."
Without hesitation, the Queen dropped to her knees beside me, her hands reaching for my belt. "I serve the strongest," she announced clearly, her eyes never leaving the King's horrified face. "And you, husband, are not the strongest."
The King's sword wavered. "Isolde, what has he done to you?"
"He's shown me what a real man is capable of," she replied, freeing my already hardening cock. The council members watched in stunned silence as their Queen stroked me openly before them. "Something you never could."
"This is some kind of enchantment," the King insisted, though doubt had crept into his voice. "You're not yourself."
"I've never been more myself," she countered. "For the first time in our twenty-year marriage, I'm satisfied. For the first time, I'm filled completely." She looked up at me with naked adoration. "Show him, master. Show him who truly rules now."
I nodded to the guards. "Restrain your King. He should be comfortable while he watches the transfer of power."
To the King's shock, his own guards moved to obey me, gently but firmly guiding him to his chair and binding his wrists to the armrests with their belts. They didn't hurt him—he was more valuable as a puppet than a martyr—but they ensured he couldn't interfere.
"Now," I said, addressing the frozen council, "you will all bear witness to the new order of this kingdom."
I guided the Queen to the massive council table, sweeping maps and documents to the floor with one arm. She climbed onto it eagerly, her robe falling open to reveal her naked body to the entire room.
"Look at your Queen," I commanded the council members. "Look at what she's become."
The Queen spread her legs shamelessly, her royal pussy already wet and ready. "I belong to him now," she announced to the room. "My body, my crown, my kingdom—all his."
The King struggled against his restraints. "This is treason! This is—"
"This is inevitable," I cut him off, positioning myself between the Queen's spread thighs. "The strongest rules. That has always been the way of things, beneath all your civilization and politics."
I thrust into the Queen with one powerful stroke, making her cry out in pleasure. The sound echoed through the chamber, a sound these walls had never heard before—the unbridled passion of a woman being properly fucked.
"Watch closely, Your Majesty," I told the King as I established a rhythm that had the Queen's perfect breasts bouncing with each impact. "Watch how a real man claims a kingdom."
The Queen's moans grew louder, more desperate as I pounded into her royal pussy. Her hands clawed at the polished wood beneath her, her back arching as pleasure built within her.
"Tell them," I commanded her. "Tell them all who you belong to now."
"I belong to Jamal!" she cried out, her voice carrying to every corner of the room. "My body exists for his pleasure! My kingdom exists for his rule!"
The King's face had gone from red with rage to pale with shock. The council members remained frozen in place, unable to look away from the debauchery playing out on their sacred table.
As the Queen approached her climax, I pulled out suddenly, leaving her gasping and empty on the edge of release.
"Your crown," I demanded, nodding toward the ornate gold circlet that had fallen to the floor when we entered.
Understanding immediately, the Queen slid from the table on unsteady legs and retrieved her crown. She knelt before me, holding it up like an offering.
"The symbol of my power," she said, loud enough for all to hear. "I surrender it to its rightful owner."
Instead of taking it, I smiled down at her. "Hold it lower."
Her eyes widened with understanding, then she lowered the crown, positioning it beneath my cock. I stroked myself a few times, then erupted with a groan, filling the royal crown with my seed.
The King made a strangled sound of horror, but couldn't look away as his wife's most sacred symbol of authority was defiled before his eyes.
When I finished, the crown held a pool of white fluid, glistening in the chamber's light.
"Drink," I commanded the Queen.
Without hesitation, she raised her own crown to her lips and drank deeply, making sure the King could see her throat working as she swallowed every drop. When she finished, she licked the gold clean, her tongue working over every jewel and crevice.
"This is what royal power tastes like now," she announced, looking directly at her husband. "This is the new order."