Assassin's Gamble

by Nick Storming

  “I don’t believe so,” I said, “I will tell you about it on the way.” She proceeded me out the doors as she usually did, eyes searching shadows and ceilings for threat.

  We made our way to the throne room, gathering a flock of attendants and servants in our wake. In quiet hushed tones, I relayed to Gretchen what had happened with the imperial princess and my suspicions about her powers.

  "Your Majesty is brave," the beautiful older woman said. I was hard-pressed to decide if she was more upset that she had missed a possible attack, or at my obvious feelings for the princess.

  “We will see how brave I am when I tell Mother and grandmother my plans,” I said chuckling darkly.

  We arrived in the antechamber of the throne room to find my grandmother Lydia, the Dowager Queen just entering. The sight of grandmother dressed in her finest for court took my breath away. She was my grandmother in name only and had married the former king at a young age. She was stately and gorgeous with white in her hair that perfectly framed a face that had broken the hearts of kings and queens. The blue of her dress accented in silver and gold set of her hourglass figure perfectly. The bodice of her gown was high and conservative, but the material clung to her body in ways I had never seen shown off.

  In her eyes was a fathomless wisdom, her great intellect further perfected by the ritual we had partaken in the night before. The former queens' cheeks colored when she saw me, and I saw her breathing become labored as she remembered our passionate embrace from the night before. Attending grandmother were two young serving girls. I thought of them as young but in truth, they were but a year younger than me at eight and ten years.

  Grandmother curtsied when I had come fully into the room, the servants to either side of her curtsying lower still, the young women’s faces coloring in embarrassment. I drew on the magics within, feeling at the flows in the room. Sampling the atmosphere, I felt the charged sexual energy of the room and felt myself heat with desire from it. Trying to put that aside, for now, I focused on my grandmother as she rose from her curtsy, eyes meeting mine, a small smile on her face.

  I reached out to read her and felt drawn into the whirlpool of her soul. A maelstrom of constrained desires, perverse thoughts and atop it all a mind that shone with a brilliance the world rarely sees. That mind had been ignored and underestimated for her entire life, masked by her beauty and gender. In the wake of the tragedy that befell our kingdom she had flourished, her mind presented with puzzles of true consequence and she had risen to the challenge. Even with her amazing capacity and the peace and prosperity she brought, many in the kingdom had been uncomfortable with a woman ruling. Only with the title of Regent and a promise that the former king's sole male heir would inherit upon his majority, had she been able to stave off the vultures.

  “Gretchen please take your place within the Chamber and let the master of ceremonies know the king will be making his entrance in about twenty minutes.” The Dowager Queen said, her eyes never leaving mine. Waiting for my nod, my guardian left the room after a deep curtsy. I saw the two young maids ogling Gretchen’s massive bosom, and glance at one another conspiratorially behind grandmothers back.

  “There are some things we should discuss,” I said with a glance to the maids.

  "Girls," the grandmother said, "please await me in the hall." The two maids gave matching curtsies and withdrew from the room, each casting a not so subtle glance along the length of their king with hunger in their pretty young eyes. Then the door shut with a click and I strode forward to meet the gorgeous woman before me. Her thick lips met mine in hunger and passion and my hands were on her body.

  “No, you can’t muss my dress or hair,” she panted as she spun around, pulling up her gown, I saw it flip over her waist almost as if it had been designed for this. Beneath smoothly muscled legs raise to a perfectly round thick ass, peeking beneath was a thicket of dark hair, glistening with wetness. “Quietly my King,” She moaned out softly as I fished my hardening cock out of my pants.

  Stepping up behind her I gave a quick stroke and then pressed the head against the former queen heavenly gash. It’s sucking wetness drew me into its depths. My hands came to rest on her hips and I heard grandmother sigh out in pleasure.

  “I have been thinking about Endil Vale and its lands,” The former Queen began her voice calm and measured, filling the room as it always did. Anyone listening at a door would hear a conversation between a counselor and her king, and never think that the king was slowly fucking her wet and willing pussy. “They would not treat with me while I was regent, but they will with you your Majesty!”

  I had pulled back slowly and then slammed into her hard just as she was finishing her last statement.

  “To what ends?” I asked. My voice was not nearly as composed as hers, and my eyes were consumed with her wide ass rolling before my thrusts. Her little asshole winking at me.

  “Our alliance has always been a tenuous one,” she continued, “There has been little love between your ancestors and the non-human races of the north, but I believe they will listen now and could be open to deeper alliance. Perhaps marriage to their queen.”

  "I had a visitor this morning," I said and in short sentences, I told her of my meeting with the princess, "I am set on this grandmother, she will be my Queen."

  Grandmother was silent for a short time and I felt her pussy walls trembling and vibrating on my cock. She turned her head back to look at me and I was surprised to see her face awash in ecstasy. As the orgasm took hold in her I felt her beautiful mind touch upon the great power wrought by our connection and her thoughts went racing down a hundred paths. She saw deeper and more fully than I had thought possible, factoring a million points of data into the network of her mind. Only because I had been holding the magic and still trying to read her through the flows was I able to see a glimpse of her gifts.

  “Yes!” She cried out as the orgasm hit her body and empowered her mind to see the thousands of possibilities, planning forever eventuality. I went to fuck into her again but grandmother shuddered, “wait… too sensitive… my mind…” I withdrew my wet cock from her and felt an ache in my balls.

  Grandmother turned and sat in the chair she had been leaning over, her eyes distant as her mind spun. She looked up and saw me standing there and a small smile came to her face.

  “Girls!” She called and the door opened admitting the two young maids, they scurried in, closing the door behind themselves. Neither looked the least bit surprised to see their king with his cock

  outstanding in the middle of the room, "Your king requires your services.”

  “Yes, my lady!” They said in unison and I watched in amazement as they scampered across the floor and fell to their knees at my feet. The smaller brunette Betta took my cock in both of her dainty hands and licking and sucking the tip began to please me, while her bustier redheaded friend fell lower and sucked one of my balls into her gentle mouth.

  “Grandmother, what is this?” I asked looking form the girls up to her.

  “I am not a young woman anymore Dainen,” she said and her use of my first name was a true sign of how much she had been affected by the magic hitting her mind like that, “I’ve been training these girls for years for just this task. Do they please you?”

  “Oh, gods yes!” I said as the girls switched places, their tongues and lips meeting as they swapped my cock back and forth between them. Their cute faces lighting up in delight at my praise.

  “Betta there has the most talented tongue I have ever known,” the dowager queen said fondly and the smaller brunette turned to smile and then returned to worship her kings' scepter.

  “I will want to see that another time,” I said, “what was that, that happened to you grandmother," I said managing not to groan out as I felt myself nearing orgasm, Yuna’s swallowing tonsils tickling the head of my cock.

  “I am not entirely certain,” She said her voice distant once more, “I saw so much, I need to think on this for a bit. Give me some ti
me My King. One thing I can say is your princess is dangerous, of that I’m certain, but I believe she is honest as well.”

  “That,” I said, “is good to know. Here it comes girls,” I said as I pulled my cock back stroking it slowly above their upturned faces. Grandmother looked on, a finger trailing in her pussy and her eyes wide in delight as my big dick spewed forth, gushing cum upon the maids' faces.

  We left the two maids kneeling there on the floor, licking and kissing each other as we entered the throne room. The morning and afternoon rites went quickly there being little business for me to decide, and the final days of the crowning ceremony just ending. Most of my time was spent in wishing far-flung ancient lords and ladies farewell before they left the capitol and getting guarantees from them that they would donate troops to the call.

  It was evening once more when I found myself walking the stairs up to my mothers' tower room. At each step, the thrum of forbidden magics beat its insistent drum within me. I could feel my power, an untapped ocean within. It cried out to bind another and thus awaken another portion of my strength.

  Entering her room, I was surprised to only find three women there. Gretchen, grandmother and my mom. The two former women were dressed in loose-fitting white gowns, each kneeling on a side of the room. The bed had been drug to the center of the room and a great warding circle inscribed around it. Before the bed, her body hidden by floating diaphanous cloth lay my mother. Her black hair shone in the dim light, thick and lustrous. Her face was delicate and held a beauty that stole the breath from men and women when they beheld her, even though there was a hardness within her that kept others away. Grandmother had learned the lesson of her beauty and wore it like a soft glove. Mother despised how others saw her, as a face and a body, before they saw her magical power and intellect.

  My father’s second wife, she was my stepmother in truth, but the only one I had ever known. She was short and her body of such flawless hourglass proportions that I feared it was an illusion as she knelt before the bed. Her breasts were large but not massive, having a perfect shape to them, capped in large lightly colored nipples. Between her legs, she was hairless, as was her whole body below the neck, some working of her magics I assumed.

  “Our Lord has come.” Mother intoned, her voice deep and rich, the smile warming her whole face.

  The air grew thick at her words, magical energies flowing in chaotic currents. In spite of the storm brewing outside, bright moonlight shone through the window, bathing mother and the bed in its gentle embrace. Gretchen and Grandmother slid forward from either side of the room. Their hands exploring my body as I felt nearly frozen in place by my mom’s unearthly beauty. My coat and shirt were removed. Then I felt two pairs of hands undoing my breeches and sliding over my cock and balls, before withdrawing, either woman to a side of me.

  "The sorceress, by his side in every battle!" Mother intoned the notes falling flat and dull into the space between us. The magic of the room dimmed and lulled, mother, turned looking out the window a tinge of fear around her eyes.

  “No.” I breathed smiling when she turned back to me, to take the sting out of my words, "Not Sorceress," I advanced until my naked body stood before her kneeling form, powerful in the moon's light and feeling the mixing of many magics at play here once again. Raising a hand, I let my fingers graze along her brow.

  “The Witch, she of mystery.” I intoned.

  Each note rang in the air, the currents of power vibrating as the truth of my words settled into the fabric of our harem. Mother’s eyes flared wide at that, the unexpected benediction sparking something in her.

  "You will have me, My Lord?" She asked, her voice tremulous and almost frightened. Her hands reached up to grip the side of my thighs, her eyes boring into mine.

  “I will do more than have you mother," I said scooping her small form into my arms. At contact with her flesh, I felt lust and desire hit me harder than ever before. Her aroma, her presence, her innate magical sexuality worked its way into my brain in that second and everything I had been about to say disappeared.

  I was laying her back, all conscious thought was gone as she worked her witchy magic on me. My power was at my fingertips and with it I tore her clothing aside with a gesture and then pulled her beneath me, her legs spreading and my rock-hard cock sliding inside her. That quick I was fucking my mom like a beast possessed. I had no control over my thrusting hips and grunting voice as she cried out in ecstasy beneath me. It was animalistic. It was primal. It was glorious. Clawing hands rolled me over and then she was riding me like a wild cat, my thrusting hips meeting her beat for beat. Then that wasn't enough and I had her back down on her side, one leg bent up over her head and her pussy open for me to hammer down into with powerful long thrusts.

  Vaguely I knew that Gretchen and Grandmother were close by, each lost in their lust and fascination watching my mom and I consume one another. Faster and harder we fucked until the frenzy reached a crescendo and we exploded together. Her face was down into the mattress, she bent at the hips and me trusting down into her from behind. We shuddered and shook as the orgasms hit us. Some great force releasing us from its grip as we collapsed, in our right minds once more, onto the mattress sheathed in sweat and juices.

  As I lay there catching my breath the currents around us shifted and pulled turning my head, I saw glowing wisps of power reaching up from the runes on the floor, each reaching out and alighting on one of my mother’s limbs wrapping around and caressing her flesh.

  “Goddess I hear you!” My gorgeous stepmother screamed out, the white mist glowing incandescent, in time with her voice. The circle on the floor slowly faded and I realized its magic and power were flowing into my mother. She was now the goddess’ circle, able to control and harness our harems magics.

  “I hear her now my precious boy!” Mother whispered with an intense voice.

  The mist has disappeared within her and her eyes now glowed with an inner light, shining through her light blue eyes, "You have given me a most precious gift," her right arm snapped out and with crooked fingers, I saw the other women stand and walk to the bed. Her eyes catching the barest edge of powers lust, before I saw it tempered by her vast wisdom, learned in her years of wandering unknown worlds. The crooked fingers relaxed and both grandmother and Gretchen sagged their faces screwed up in wonder and a little fear at my mother’s power over them.

  “Her place is at the center of the web,” I said to the two women, kneeling at the head of the bed. My power flowed through my body and reached out to each of them, binding us together.

  “My web,” I said looking each in the eye, “No matter what power you may wield now or in the future, mine is the power of naming. I claim that right as I have claimed the title of your Lord and King.” Each woman was breathing heavy, their breasts heaving. Sweat popping out on their brows as they all crawled onto the large bed. Each looked at one another, nude and beautiful and sharing smiles they turned hungry gazes at me. My grin spread when as one they pounced.

  Being swallowed under by three nude and gorgeous, powerful woman is an experience I would wish on every man. Unfortunately, it is the purview of a king and the occasional continent conquering hero, alone. Mother directed Gretchen and grandmother as they serviced my cock with their desperate mouths. She lay alongside, her perfect breasts resting on my chest as she watched her mother-in-law and my servant each sucking and licking her son's cock in utter devotion.

  “Three weeks we must wait until the next full moon cycle,” Mother breathed in my ear, “Can you guess who the fourth I bring into our Harem will be?”

  “I have already selected her,” I said before sighing as grandmother took me deep into her throat. Gretchen meanwhile slides over and was spreading my mother’s legs, her lusty eyes zeroing in on mom's perfect, bald pussy.

  Mother's eyes grew slightly angry at my words, but just as she was about to speak Gretchen’s tongue grazed her clit and she moaned out in pleasure. The back of her anger broken she relaxed i
nto the mattress. I looked at Grandmother and nodded to my mom, the gorgeous dowager queen pulled up off my cock. It was coated in the slick saliva from the back of her throat, and she jacked me lightly as she spoke.

  “Belinda you named the boy King," her voice was soothing and calm but beneath it came out iron-hard, "at some point, you must begin to trust his judgment."

  A spark of anger returned to my mother’s eyes, "King he is and master of my body and life, but he is a boy still of nine and ten summers, Oh Gretchen that is it!” She cried out as Gretchen arched the fingers that had been sliding in and out of mom’s pussy, rubbing her sensitive inner place as her tongue rubbed the clit. I reached over and pulled mother into a firm kiss as her orgasms hit her, her arms holding me tight as her thighs clamped onto the side of Gretchen’s head.

  The servant had a look of pleasure at a job well done as she climbed up and kissed up my mom’s body. The two of them locking lips, hands exploring each other’s tits and asses as mom slipped a finger into Gretchen’s quim. Grandmother had crawled between my legs and wrapped her massive bosom around my cock. Pressing the soft flesh together with her hands, she would dart her tongue out and lick the tip of my cock occasionally as it slid out the top of her breasts.

  “Our King has more wisdom than you give him credit for,” Gretchen whispered as she toyed with my mom.

  “What are you not telling me?” the Witch Queen hissed turning to look me full in the face, “Tell me Dainen, no more games!”

  “Open your inner sight Mother,” I said, “You can see now, for yourself.”

  Frowning she released Gretchen and composed her features, eyes closing. I sensed her reaching out, questing along the lines of power and reading their currents. Then she found the web of our harem. Her eyes opened looking at me questioning and I smiled.

  “I didn’t see it at first either.” Reaching out I touched the web connecting the four of us, the heart of our power, buried deep under the other rituals was pale ancient magic, red and masked from all other detection.