by Sasha Scott
The two of them headed off to a library to get some building plans which they studied until they discovered an underground path which they hoped would help them inside.
It was something of a long shot but Jack remained incredibly confident throughout, even as Erica was filled with pessimism. She simply lacked the influence of the crown lingering to her, filling her with the utmost self belief.
Even if things did go South they still had that same crown as their ace in the hole. Of course it was going with them, Jack needed it for the finale of his master plan.
After a day of gathering provisions, the two of them began their operation, their mission to get home safely.
The two of them were both deep underground, in the ancient catacombs which had existed long before a lot of the buildings above them, including the regal royal palace. It was these tunnels which would take them right inside, tunnels even the locals probably didn’t know existed!
Erica and Jack wandered through the dark, damp, caves, the latter leading the way as they followed the plans using their only light source for guidance.
“Are you really sure about this?” a nervous Erica asked again. She seemed willing to go along with anything Jack said but she always made it clear she didn’t share his confidence.
It wasn’t surprising that she didn’t have the same belief as Jack. For one she didn’t have the mindset of a king fresh in her memory, nor did she know about the magical power the crown possessed. She still thought of it as nothing more than a tale; only he knew the truth.
“For the last time just trust me,” he said with a sigh, “I know what I’m doing.”
“If you say so…”
He knew so but he didn’t have time to linger on that because by his estimations they had arrived right where they needed to be. If he was right then they were at the tight passage which would take them right into the middle of the palace.
“This is it. Come on, let’s head up. Time to pay this princess a visit.”
To minimize the chance of them being spotted by anybody the two of them had commenced their operation in the dead of night with the visibility lower and possibly the security softer. That was why when they reached the surface, and slipped out of a well, there was nobody to spot them in the dark.
Erica and Jack huddled up together in a corner, behind some greenery, as they checked over their plans again.
“Where are we going to next?” she whispered.
“At this time she must be in her bedchamber?”
“Then let’s head over here.”
It wasn’t too far away but they still had to be careful. They were inside but it wasn’t suddenly smooth sailings. Surely there still had to be guards around somewhere.
The two of them followed the plans and headed off towards the princess’ bedchamber. Amongst the way they spotted guards but they managed to use the shadows to their advantage to creep through before they finally found the door they needed. However there was a problem in the form of two guards who didn’t look like budging.
“Hmm, not what I was hoping for,” Jack grumbled quietly.
“Great, what do we do now?”
“Just leave it to me,” he assured her with a hush as he reached into the rucksack and pulled out the game changer; the magic crown.
Erica was confused by his actions until he placed the crown on. Then her head fluttered away as she was filled with an overbearing submissive streak. There was no more questioning from her, her king’s wisdom was absolute.
With his crown firmly in place, King Jack made his move.
“Halt, who goes there!?” one of the guards called out as Jack appeared, their eyes naturally drawn to the gold artifact he wore.
“Silence men,” Jack ordered, “Continue guarding this door and do not let anybody in or out other than me and my friend here. If anybody asks you didn’t see a thing.”
The crown’s power was absolute. The two men were instantly hypnotized by his authority and they saluted and obeyed his commands.
“Yes sir.”
Jack smirked, he loved when others bowed to his will. Really he’d wanted to invade the palace right through the front door, ordering all to kneel to his might. However he knew such a grand entrance was a bad idea which gave others too much time to react. This subtle use was a lot smarter. One use and now the princess was within his grasp.
With the guards now on his side, Jack took Erica and led her into the room, into the princess's bedchamber.
Even in the dead of night, with only the moonlight providing illumination, it was clear they were in the right place. It was a grand bedroom that was nicer than any room they’d ever been in. Silk curtains fluttered down and the carpet floor was made from a material which seemed to swallow the feet. Then, right in the center of the room, was an exotic bed with a sleeping figure within.
Unless some maid was seriously slacking off, they’d found their princess.
As Jack looked over the luxury room and the figure bulging that bed, he couldn’t help feeling irritated. Who was she to deserve something like this? Back home he, of all people, lived in a small house and she got a palace? Such a thing didn’t sit right with him.
This palace ought to belong to him. He was the king, he was the one who had the crown.
“Okay princess, that’s enough,” Jack said as he flicked on the light and illuminated the room. That stirred the woman from her sleep.
She sat up in place, her eyes heavy and her hair slightly messy. She seemed groggy as she wasn’t fully aware what was happening.
“Huh? Is someone there? Who has the nerve to disturb me at this hour?”
“I do, the rightful king. Now rise.”
Even though her eyes still weren’t used to the light and everything was still blurry, she couldn’t resist his words. She found herself clambering from her bed and up onto her feet.
As she got used to the shine from above, she finally began to notice the large man standing in her bedroom, as well as the beautiful crown he wore atop his head. She recognized what it was instantly. It could only be one thing.
“The crown of Kaava!” she gasped in shock. Just the thing she was looking for.
“It is, I heard you’ve been looking for it,” Jack said with a smirk.
“That must mean you’re…”
“King Jack, pleased to make your acquaintance princess. Or should I call you Amira?”
Calling the royal princess by her name and not her title so casually was of cause a great show of disrespect. However such things did not trouble Jack, he did not find her worthy of her title or her position anyway.
One thing he did like about Amira, however, was her body. She was an absolutely stunning woman with dark skin, elegant, beautiful, features and a trim, curvaceous, figure hugged by a silky smooth purple robe. She looked like a fine member for any royal harem.
“What are you doing here?” she asked, a hint of panic in her eyes.
“Why do you look so worried? Do you also know what this crown can do?”
“The legends say that it has the power to make others do anything you command.”
“Yes they do, and I’m here to tell you that those legends are one hundred percent correct.”
Her expression only grew darker. That was why she’d sent her guards out when she heard the rumours of two archaeologists who had brought a crown back from the jungle. She wanted its power, as the princess she believed it naturally belonged to her. However Jack, filled with its power, naturally felt the same thing.
“Well what are you going to do now?” she asked, trying to find a way she could escape from its aura.
“I was actually going to order you to call off your search so me and my servant could leave this country. But now that I’ve gotten a look at you and this place I have another idea.”
“G-guards!” she yelled but they were already the property of the king. Next up was her.
“Silence woman and bow down to your new king.”
Princess Am
ira dropped down onto her knees and lowered her head at his feet. She couldn’t resist, his orders were absolute. Even somebody as powerful as her had no choice but to bend to the will of the magical crown and its master.
Jack smirked as he saw the confident woman who had stood against him prostrating herself to his authority. It felt so good to be the one in control.
“Your reign as princess is over,” he told her as he looked down at her, towering overhead, “You are no longer in charge around here. I am. And you will serve me with total obedience like a good slave.”
His words sunk into her mind and shaped her. Submission captured her body and brought her mind down to the same level as her body was lowered. The woman who had always been on top was suddenly being ruled over.
“Yes sir,” she moaned out. She’d never felt like this before, it felt so good to obey.
“It’s not sir,” he growled out, always annoyed at that slip of the tongue, “It’s king.”
“Yes, my king.”
Again he smirked smugly. Before he got the crown he never pictured or desired such things. However now that he had it, now that he wore it with pride, he felt like a man who deserved to own everything and anything.
“Good girl, much better. Now strip down for me. Let me see my newest harem bitch in the flesh,” he said to her before looking at Erica, “And you strip down too. Make your new sister feel welcome.”
Erica had been watching everything unfold in silence, excited at her king laying down the law. She almost gushed all over her inner thighs when he suddenly addressed her. Her heart pounded as she squealed out happily.
“Right away my king!”
Straight away, and very eagerly, Erica began to peel herself down out of her unflattering archaeologist get-up, stripping out of the olive green shirt and those dusty brown shorts to reveal her naked, tanned, flesh to him again. Then the dethroned princess followed.
Her fancy robe was a lot easier to remove. It simply dropped to the floor, around her ankles, and left her wearing nothing at all. Her exotic body was completely exposed.
She looked even more stunning without anything covering her figure. Her bust was big, her hips were wide and her waist was narrow. The royal had really been gifted some good genetics.
“Like this your majesty?” Amira asked, her breathing heavy as she choked on his dominating presence.
“Hmm, just like that. Now go give her a sloppy kiss Erica. Entertain me.”
“Right away my king!”
Amira seemed caught off guard when Erica suddenly pounced, cupping her face with her hands and began to kiss, forcing her into a deep make out session. Amira didn’t seem sure at first but she quickly melted into willingness.
Jack smirked as he watched the two beautiful babes kissing. It got his blood flowing and he quickly developed a hard, throbbing, erection in his pants. He quickly disposed of them so that his shaft could expand without restraint.
He walked around the performers and took a seat on the end of the luxury bed, his body sinking down into the soft sheets and the quality mattress. It was furniture befitting of a king and it all belonged to him now, just like them.
After enjoying the scene for quite some time, Jack finally clapped his hands together to draw their attention.
“That’s enough. I’m more than ready now. Stop satisfying each other and come satisfy your king.”
The two parted ways with glistens of spit dangling between their lips, swinging down and coating their chins before they made their move. Erica was the first one in position, on her knees between his legs. Amira followed, like an apprentice learning her trade.
Erica continued to lead the way as she began to kiss and lick at his hardness, running her mouth up and down his hard shaft, pleasuring one side and offering up the other. Amira eventually realized what she had to do.
She joined in with the show of affection, each working over a side, running all the way across the length of his firm dick, making him glisten in their warm saliva blend. It wasn’t a surprise when he started groaning out in pleasure.
His hands reached down and supported them both together, palms resting on the back of their heads to show that he approved of their performances.
That one little touch made them both feel highly praised. They would have given more if they weren’t already trying their very best to satisfy their lord. Instead they simply continued onwards, suckling and kissing with the affection overthrowing.
Hot pulses of pre began to gush from the very tip of Jack’s royal sceptre. He loved the way they worked together but eventually he wanted them to mix it up.
“Amira,” he said down to the former princess, “It’s time for you to show your cock sucking pedigree. As for you Erica, you can handle what’s down below.”
“Yes my king,” the two of them both said, almost as one, almost completely in sync.
Both being firmly told of their places, Amira moved up and wrapped her lips around the very tip of Jack’s throbbing cock while Erica slid down below and began to suckle and slurp on his pent up orbs.
It was a double attack of pleasure that got Jack purring, his hands returning to kneading across their scalps as they worked to please him. Amira dipped deeper and deeper, her head bobbing up and down, while Erica dragged her tongue around and made him glisten with a drool shine.
Due to her frequent spells under his command, Erica had became very adept at man pleasing. Amira was still in progress which was why she needed Jack’s help in being the best servant she could be. That was why he pushed against her head and slowly lowered her deeper and deeper so that his warmth could fill the inside of her throat.
Groans of satisfaction came from his lips as the tightness squeezed him like a vice. He felt the heat starting to rise as Erica continued to build him up. His orgasm was near.
“That’s it. Please me, worship me,” he moaned out with a deep groan, “I’m almost there. I’m just about to blow. Drink up Amira, claim your prize.”
Suddenly it happened. His hips tensed in place as a throb coursed through his length and the flow began, a hot rush of jizz releasing from his erect dick, gushing down Amira’s throat as her lips were sealed tightly to the base of his length.
She gulped and drank up everything he released, so happy to be of use to her king. It made her feel so excited, her pussy drooling down into the carpet below.
Amira remained locked in place, lips smothering his lap until the last drop of cum came leaking from the tip of his hard cock. It was only then that she began to slide back, parting from the head with a wet pop and a splatter of drool.
The former princess coughed as she gasped to catch her breath, able to feel his warmth still trickling down her insides.
“I hope I served you well my king,” she moaned out, her complexion a hot red as her large chest panted in and out.
She had done a very good job, but he wasn’t satisfied. After all he was claiming a palace, a princess, a kingdom, there was no way that just one blowjob was going to be taking care of his urges. He craved more.
“You did, but it’s not over yet. Clean my shaft up. Erica you help too. Then we’ll move onto your coronation as my newest slave.”
Amira giggled with excitement as she began to lick the white staining from her king’s shaft, Erica sliding back up to assist, the two working together to leave his dick absolutely spotless.
Once the only thing dripping down his length was spit, he rose from his seat and offered the bed to his servants. Again Amira was a little off the pace but Erica was a good slave who was happy to teach.
“How do you want us your majesty?”
He hummed as he looked over the two before pointing, “I think I’ll have you both bent over, side by side. You can hold hands and comfort each other while you sing my praises.”
And they only had praises to sing! Happily the two of them took up the position he had asked, both lying down on their front at the end of the bed with their round behinds pushing off, in a perfe
ction position for him to use.
The two of them really did lock their hands together as they peeked over their shoulders, their dripping snatches on full display, offered up to him on a silver platter. It was just a case of who to choose but of course the choice was obvious.
Jack pushed his weight down onto Amira from behind and above, sinking his rock, hard, cock into her juicy loins, filling her up with his thick slab of raw meat, turning her into a woman and his property at the same time.
