Roderick released her. “Pull up your skirts. Get on the bed. I want to fuck you from behind.” He spoke the words to Aphra, ignoring his wife. The bodyguard, ever the good servant, obeyed. She quickly got into the position that Roderick wanted, her sex vulnerable and exposed. Pulling his cock from his wife’s mouth, he headed for Aphra, but paused and looked back at her. “Well don’t just stay there. Get on the bed with her. Pull up your skirts and get your cunt under her face. I’m going to fuck the both of you and she needs to get you ready for me.”
Momentarily confused, Margareta struggled to her feet and hurried to follow her husband’s instruction. Her dress came down to her ankles and she still wore the posh boots common for trips into the city. Hiking up her skirts she revealed the stockings on her legs and knickers hiding her loins. That gave Roderick a moment’s pause; he truly had interrupted them when they were actually planning an excursion. She kicked off the boots and swiftly removed her undergarments. What her husband was demanding of her wasn’t anything they hadn’t already done in the bedroom. In the time it took her to undress enough and get into position, Roderick had already knelt on the bed behind Aphra and slipped his cock into her.
The bodyguard grunted in satisfaction as he filled her up. It wasn’t exactly what she wanted but it was a certain sexual enjoyment and she tolerated it well. As he began thrusting vigorously into her Margareta slipped her cunt into position under Aphra’s face. The two women locked eyes as Aphra lowered her mouth down to the her lover’s sex. Roderick grinned in triumph as he grasped Aphra’s hips and started pounding his cock into her hard enough to shake her body and distract her from the task he had given.
“Get that cunt good and wet,” he barked at Aphra when he saw she was simply resting her cheek on Margareta’s inner thigh. “I’m just using you until she’s ready. You don’t expect me to fuck my wife with a dry cunt, do you?”
“No, my prince,” she panted and set herself back to the task of readying her lover for the prince. It wasn’t a difficult task and was rather enjoyable. She lost herself in Margareta’s flesh and before she knew it, her body was responding to the prince’s cock. It was almost too much to focus on Margareta’s cunt while Roderick’s cock pleased her and the wave of orgasm she had been resisting surprised and frightened her.
Roderick slapped her sharply on her upturned buttock when she was done cumming. “Very good. Now get out of the way. I need to fuck my wife.”
After he pulled her cock out of her, Aphra rolled out of the way and was treated to the view of Roderick walking on his knees to his wife, slipping his still hard and wet cock into the waiting princess’s cunt, and start fucking her barely a pause. To him, the women were all but interchangeable. Even so, it was lovely to see her lover’s face contort into a grimace of pleasure as Roderick pinned her down and plied his hard cock into her sex. She should have been sated by the prince’s treatment, but it wasn’t the case. As she watched, she couldn’t help but slip a hand up under her skirts and into her still-wet quim. Her clit rolled between her fingers and she frigged herself as she watched the royal couple fuck.
The prince didn’t last very long. He strained hard after a few thrusts and Aphra knew that he was cumming, depositing his seed into his wife’s cunt. The princess seemed to enjoy her husband’s efforts—or at least she pretended she did—and he rolled off her with a satisfied laugh. “I can see why the kings of old had many wives,” he declared.
“A tradition that has passed on, my husband,” Margareta sighed.
“Sadly, yes,” he agreed. “Where were you going before I interrupted you two.”
The two women exchanged a glance. Margareta answered. “Shopping, my prince. For new dresses.”
“Again?”
“It is necessary.”
“I highly doubt that,” he chuckled.
Aphra spoke up. “No, it’s true. Your wife will shortly no longer fit into her current dresses. Pregnant women’s bodies change so rapidly.”
It wasn’t a slip of the tongue. It was a deliberate revelation of truth.
“This is true?” he asked his wife?
She lowered her eyes demurely—as demurely as possible for a woman in bed with her lover and her husband—and said, “Yes, my husband. I was going to wait a while longer to be sure but…”
“She’s seen the nurse,” said Aphra. “She is with child.”
Roderick bounded up, tucking his cock back into his trousers as a grin spread across his face. “This is excellent news. Pauline is in the laboring room, ready to give birth, my wife is properly pregnant, and so I can proceed with my other plans.” He half-bowed to Aphra in appreciation of her indiscretion. “I thank you and leave you two to do as you will.”
With a weight lifted from his shoulders, Roderick strode from the room, leaving the two women alone and confused.
“Pauline is giving birth?” was all Margareta could ask of her lover.
The bodyguard just shrugged.
Chapter Twenty
Gillard found that fucking Princess Annedulisia was both rewarding and painful. She fucked vigorously for a woman past her prime and that was the reward. The practices she insisted on during sex were the painful payment. This time the payment was for him to have a curved iron bar up his ass while she rode on top of him.
The bar was custom made for just the function and while it had been disturbing to hear her insist that he do it, once it was inside his body, it was actually a rather pleasant sensation after he became used to it. Where she had it made Gillard could only speculate, but the inventiveness of the princess when it came to matters of the bedroom was unparalleled.
After introducing him to the anal bar and inserting it for him while he knelt on her bed, Annedulisia bound his wrists to the substantial posts that made up the corners of the bedframe. The bar was polished to a brilliant sheen and a smooth satin finish that had the insertion all that much easier when she applied oil to his back entrance. Moving around with it inside him was odd, but not at all painful. She had expertly tied his wrists to the bedposts with the flourish of one he had done the same act dozens if not hundreds of times before.
Even naked and bound to her bed with an iron bar up his ass, Gillard didn’t feel vulnerable or afraid. He only felt anticipation. She was wearing only the support garments from under her dress, the corset pushing up her still firm tits and the stays and ties to the rest of the ensemble keeping her flesh exactly where it belonged. He wasn’t embarrassed at his cock standing straight up at attention. In a certain light, it was like it was an extension of the bar she had put up him backside.
Once she was done tying off his wrists, she spied his erect cock and gave it a flick with her fingers. “Eager, are you?”
“Yes, Princess,” he said boldly, moving his hips upward in anticipation of more attention.
Seeing what he was doing, she slapping him again, this time landing the palm of her hand on his scrotum, making him jerk his body at the sudden flare of pain. “Too bold,” she told him, a wicked smile on her face. She hadn’t removed her hand from his sack and carefully massaged his delicate testicles hidden within. The massage was more painful than the slap and he felt sick to his stomach while she abused him. “I should tie off the right one,” she said, lost in thought while she watched him deal with the pain she was inflicting on him. “If you get me with child, it should be a girl. I don’t want to confuse the order of succession.”
Gillard had serious doubts as to whether the princess could still conceive a child, but he couldn’t speak at the moment so there was nothing to debate.
“You have a lovely cock,” she said conversationally as she continued her massage of his most sensitive piece of anatomy. “Not huge, like some monstrous beast, and not tiny like the boys on the red light district like to swing around, but nicely sized.” She smiled at him. “It reminds me of my late husband’s cock.”
Gillard continued to say nothing. The mere fact that he had the opportunity to fuck the dead crown prince�
�s wife was astounding—and borderline treasonous.
“He gave me two sons, only one of which was any good. Still, it doesn’t hurt to be too careful,” she said as she let go of his balls with an audible sigh from Gillard. Annedulisia then proceeded to unlace one of the stays that kept her corset in place. It wasn’t a delicate piece of material, it was a strong cord designed to keep everything in the correct place. “This won’t hurt a bit,” she promised him.
It was a lie.
“Please,” he started to beg as she carefully took up his delicate bits and wound the cord several times around his right testicle, holding it separate from the other and his cock.
“Don’t whine,” she told him as she made sure the cord was tight but not restricting. “My husband and I did this to make our sons and it turned out well enough.
The pain wasn’t too much to deal with, but Gillard did fear the loss of the use of his cock. However, even that critical thought was pushed to the wayside as the princess carefully pulled down her knickers to expose her cunt. He could smell her desire and saw that she was dripping with anticipation of the moment.
“You are a lucky man,” she said as she crawled on top of him and slowly lowered her body onto his cock.
He slipped inside her without any resistance. That was expected. Every time he had seen the princess torment or torture someone she got sexually excited. The fact that she was torturing him probably made it that much more stirring for her. The joining of their bodies was familiar and pleasant and Gillard let out a little moan as she settled her weight onto his hips. The dull ache of having one ball tied off faded into the background as the princess started rolling her hips, taking her pleasure from him.
While the princess was beautiful and sexually arousing, Gillard felt more than a bit used at her expense. His cock was merely a tool for her pleasure. He had an iron bar up his ass simply because she wanted that. The same applied to the way she bound him to the bed and the way she abused his testicles. While he knew their affair could be nothing but clandestine, he felt definitely the inferior in the relationship and definitely used.
But even as he came to that revelation, he realized that he liked the position she had put him in.
She leaned forward, dragging her pendulous tits across his face. Automatically he sought out one of her nipples, sucked it between his lips, and held on for as long as he could, keeping the suction as strong as possible to prevent her from escaping.
“Umm,” she moaned and slapped the side of his face to make him let go. “I’m the one who causes the pain,” she reminded him and slapped the other side of his face. The two painful shocks made him focus on her pleasure and he thrusted his hips up into her cunt. “Good boy,” she complimented him. Her eyes closed and she rested one hand on his chest while groping her breasts to eventually pinch a nipple between her fingers. It was fine for her to inflict a little pain on herself, but not for him. That was a pleasure reserved solely for the aristos, at least in her mind.
Causing physical pain wasn’t her only joy in life. “What will you do when the court learns I’m carrying your child?”
“What?” The question caused a panic in him. He had been nearing the peak of his sexual need and suddenly he was lost and distracted again. Gillard’s eyes went down her body from her tits to her stomach. It was curved, rounded, but certainly not swollen. She had given no indications she was pregnant…
Annedulisia laughed aloud at his sudden terror. “I’m not yet,” she admitted. “Why else would I tie off your boy-making ball? But what if it happens?”
“Then I’ll be tried and executed for treason and you’ll be imprisoned for the rest of your life—or possibly executed. Depends on what the king wants.” As captain of the guard, he knew the laws of the land better than most men.
The bad news he delivered didn’t upset the widowed wife of the crown prince. If anything, it excited her more. Danger was an intoxicant to Annedulisia. Her motions became more vigorous and enthusiastic. Gillard held back as much as possible, but the beautiful woman riding his cock and the iron bar up his ass was too much to resist.
The first jet of his cum went deeply into her womb. That alone was enough to make Annedulisia cum as well. She dug her fingernails into the skin on his chest, inflicting more pain. That coincided with the second jet of his cum. She howled her delight. The door of the bedroom banged open and the third ejaculation went shooting into the air, arcing up and splashing down on his belly because Annedulisia had jumped off him with all the skill of a young acrobat showing off her tumbling and leaping skills. The princess crouched by the side of the bed, naked, eyeing the intruders.
Gillard’s eyes went from his lover to the small group that had invaded the bedroom.
“Fucked,” he cursed.
Crown Prince Roderick regarded the little scene in front of him. For just a moment, words failed him. The soldiers that accompanied him said nothing either, nor did they take any action. They waited on the prince.
“I came here to inform you, Mother, that you are about to become a grandmother. I suppose I should also inform you now that you are now under arrest for treason to the crown.”
The words that her son spoke were enough to remind Annedulisia that she was still a princess and took action to assert her authority. Standing up, proud and unashamed, she confronted her son, naked and without fear. “Arrest for what treason? Fucking a man? I’m a widow. My husband is dead, not me. I can fuck whomever I want.”
Roderick shook his head at her. “No, not for fucking the captain of the guard, Mother. I don’t give a shit who you fuck. You’re being arrested for the murders of your eldest son Prince Martin Groverian, of your husband Crown Prince Bradford Groverian, of Captain Eirik Broadess, and of a host of others, including murderous attempts on my life and the life of my wife.”
Princess Annedulisia laughed to the point where she was practically cackling. It didn’t make her seem innocent at all. Her laugh made matters worse. “You are honestly blaming me for killing all those nobles and members of my own family all on my own? You are being ridiculous.”
“Put some clothes on, Mother, and get ahold of yourself. No, naturally not yourself. You merely gave the orders and provided the gold.” He paused. “Well, you provided some of the gold. I suppose being short of what the Shadow Society wanted, overreaching your means, is what brought you down.” He nodded to the soldiers and two of them moved forward.
Annedulisia had enough presence of mind to grab a robe before they took her by the arms and dragged her away. All the while she was complaining and protesting. Roderick had to admire that she didn’t scream incoherently at him. “You’re acting ridiculously, Roderick! This is insane. You aren’t helping me or yourself or our legacy! You are forgetting you’re place—” The soldiers slammed the door shut behind them, cutting off her protest.
Roderick focused his attention on the bound form of Captain Gillard. “I apologize, my prince,” was all he could say.
“For what, exactly?” Roderick asked. He stood stock still, waiting for the other man to act first. It was a somewhat ridiculous attitude to strike because the captain couldn’t move at all.
“For…for taking advantage of the princess in her time of grieving. It is unconscionable.”
A smile split Roderick’s face. “For that? No. Don’t be stupid. If anything, I should reward you for fucking the old hag. It kept her distracted and out of the way. I’m not going to even have you arrested for engaging in…perverted acts with the princess.” Roderick’s eyes narrowed. “You have the iron cock in your ass right now, don’t you?”
He hesitated and then answered honestly. What else could he say? He was bound to the bed and eventually the prince would discover the truth. “Yes, my prince.”
“I suppose I’m glad I haven’t seen what else you’ve done with her. No, the reason you’re being arrested for treason is your gross incompetence at protecting the royal family and your general failure to find the killers.” Roderick’s smile
disappeared. “I suppose you were literally sleeping with the enemy…and you were too stupid to realize it.”
“I…I…I don’t know what to say, my prince,” Captain Gillard finally managed to stutter out. He felt ridiculous and stupid in his current position, trapped on the princess’s bed, with his cum spattered across his body, his cock resting limply on his thigh. He couldn’t imagine how things could be any worse for him.
“Say nothing. There will be a trial. Let your lawyer speak for you. It will be a fair trial.”
“A trial?”
“Yes,” said Roderick as he turned to leave, indicating to the soldiers that they should free Gillard from the bed before taking him to the tower. “For treason and incompetence. I suppose the incompetence charge will be easier to prove.”
Chapter Twenty One
Oliver laid on his back in his bed with his knees drawn up to his chest. In that position it was easy for the pretty switchgirl Tis to fuck him with the smooth carved horn artificial phallus she wore. There was an elaborate arrangement of leather straps around her hips and buttocks holding the tool in place. The girl’s tits were barely bigger than Oliver, but that didn’t stop him from reaching up and rolling her small nipples between his fingers. She didn’t seem to mind—but neither did she seem to enjoy the attention. He liked the feeling of Tis using her special cock on his ass. It was sex unlike any other and Oliver was always looking for a new and more exciting way to survive life.
While she fucked him, she also kept her hand busy on Oliver’s erect cock. She wasn’t trying to make him cum; she was just keeping him hard and interested until he decided what he wanted to do. She liked handling his cock; it was much bigger and more satisfying than Tev’s.
The fake cock made of horn in his ass wasn’t enough, however. Tev was next to them and Oliver was idly toying with Tev’s small member while Tis slowly and lovingly fucked him. That’s one of the many things he loved about Tev. The prettyboy not only had the right facial features to be a girl or a boy, but his small cock made it easy for him to pretend to be either male or female when they had sex. He kept his body hairless which was even better. Oliver liked the smooth texture of Tev’s skin, unblemished by hair or any flaw.
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