While I was claiming my prizes in the dark, King Valerius III was indulging in his own sovereign depravity. Deep beneath the palace in the Garden of Glass, the heat was stifling. This was the private sanctuary of King Valerius III. The air here was a thick, humid soup of exotic perfumes, expensive incense, and the heavy scent of unwashed bodies and spent lust. The walls were lined with enchanted glass that reflected the dim, golden light of floating embers, creating an infinite hall of mirrors where every sin was magnified. Valerius, a titan of a man, stood naked and imposing, his cock already thick and tensed with a hunger that only power could provide.
Before him knelt the two daughters of the Duke. They were trembling, their pale skin glistening with sweat in the humid air. Valerius didn't speak; he simply grabbed the older girl by her hair and forced her to her knees.
"Your father thought he could hide gold from the Crown," Valerius rumbled, his voice a low, gravelly vibration. "He forgot that everything in this land belongs to me. Including the blood in your veins and the heat in your skin."
"Open," he commanded, his voice a low rumble that vibrated in her chest.
The girl obeyed, her lips shaking as she took his massive, dark-veined cock into her mouth. She gagged as he pushed deep into her throat, his hands heavy on the back of her head, forcing her to take every inch of him. He didn't care for her comfort; he moved with a brutal, rhythmic efficiency, the sound of her muffled choking filling the garden.
When he was satisfied, he pulled her away and threw her onto a silk-covered divan. He flipped her onto her stomach, her backside raised high. He didn't use any lubricant; he simply pressed his thick head against her tight, virgin entrance and shoved.
The girl let out a sharp, piercing scream as he tore into her, his strength making her resistance meaningless. He buried his entire length into her vagina with a single, punishing thrust that left her gasping for air. Valerius grunted, his calloused hands digging into her hips, leaving deep, purple bruises as he slammed his pelvis against her.
The second girl was forced to watch, her hands over her mouth as she heard the wet, heavy sounds of the King taking her sister. Valerius moved with a savage, unrelenting pace, his sweat dripping onto the girl's back as he neared his climax. He didn't look at her face; he looked at the gold-leafed ceiling, his expression one of bored, supreme entitlement.
With a final, guttural roar that shook the very glass of the garden, he flooded her with his royal seed. He pulled out immediately, leaving her collapsed and bleeding on the silk, her body shivering in shock.
"Wine," he rasped, his eyes already turning toward the second girl. "And you... get on the bed. I'm not finished with this 'tribute' yet."
He was a king who took what he wanted, the "Light-Bringer" who sat on a throne of gold. Here, in the dark, he was no better than the monsters Julian was breeding in the forest.
"Update: Exam break is over. I'm picking up the pace again, so updates won't be slow anymore. Thanks for sticking with the story."