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King Charming

By: GeorgeTasker



Note to readers: This single volume tale is a follow up to the Prince Charming series, that detailed how a young, arrogant Prince behaved as King following the untimely death of his father. It will probably help a bit to have read the original series, but if not, it’s not exactly Shakespeare so I’m sure you’ll pick up the plot as you go.

PROLOGUE(KING NOTHING) Thomas trudged through the forest, stumbling on a tree-root and stubbing his bare toe painfully.

“Ah shit!” he swore, limping slightly in pain. His filthy feet were bruised and battered, a number of cuts on his bare soles.

“How the fuck did all this happen!” he swore again, shivering slightly. The afternoon was definitely getting colder, and the fact he was walking completely naked through the forest certainly didn’t help things.

It had not always been like this, Thomas contemplated to himself as he hiked onwards, yelping as his bare thigh brushed past a sharp bramble, drawing a thin line of blood. Once, not so long ago, Thomas would never have imagined himself in such a position. Thomas had been King. No, he corrected himself. He was still King.

CHAPTER ONE(HIGH TREASON) A day earlier King Thomas took his seat in the royal throne room, his throne room. On his brow rested a richly bejeweled golden crown, and around him sat his most loyal and trusted advisors. Or so he thought.

“You took quite a risk your highness,” said the ancient Sir Conrad, a gray bearded old General from one of the border counties in Thomas’s kingdom. The nobleman was referring to the bold demands that the King had made of the Amazon Queen when negotiating a peace treaty between their nations.

“None-the-less the king made a very beneficial settlement,” cut in General Bairacali, head of King Thomas’s armies. “We keep all the lands we have captured and as we speak one hundred Amazon slaves are heading towards the city to ensure the peace treaty holds.”

“What are we going to do with one hundred Amazons?” asked Conrad. “The dungeons are full as it is.”

The King unfastened the front of his robe, he was naked beneath, his thick cock already semi-erect. This would have shocked any normal court, but King Thomas’s advisors were becoming used to such displays from their young ruler. He gestured to the lovely noblewoman beside him, Lady Valeria. The sexy noble immediately went to her knee’s in front of her king, letting out a soft, resigned sigh as she lifted his cock to her lips and began sucking on him. King Thomas gave a satisfied sigh and patted the top of the beautiful noblewoman’s head as she began to bob up and down in his lap.

“We are going to do whatever we want with them,” snapped the King impatiently. If it weren’t for Valeria’s talented mouth he would never have the tolerance for council meetings such as these. “They are slaves not prisoners. I’m sure General Bairacali wouldn’t mind a pair of fat titted Amazon servants? They will not put any pressure on our dungeons.” The King gave a soft sigh of pleasure as his cock grew to full erection inside Valeria’s wet mouth.

“Do you really think they will not retaliate?” asked the plump Baron Pehlam, another of the King’s advisors.

Valeria’s mouth moved rapidly over the king’s cock, her skilled tongue swirling around the head each time she drew back, before her mouth once again plunged down over his hard shaft, taking him deep into her throat. “It’s possible,” conceded Thomas with a nod as he gently ran a hand through Valeria’s long flowing hair. “But if they do then General Bairacali will crush them once again.”

“Without breaking a sweat,” Bairacali confirmed with a grin, eyeing with a tad of jealousy the rapidly sucking lips of Valeria. The pretty noblewoman slurped noisily at her King’s cock, her cheeks blushing from either embarrassment or effort, the General was not sure which.

“Enough,” said the King at last, grabbing a handful of Valeria’s hair and yanking her head up out of his lap. The lovely Valeria noted once again that he hadn’t come in her mouth, although she should probably be humiliated by the experience she actually felt a little disappointed he hadn’t finished the job as he used to. Was she losing the King’s interest?

“I have a meeting with the royal sorceress,” continued the King. “We’ll continue this discussion tomorrow.”

As the assembled nobles all filed out the General took Valeria by upper arm and pulled her aside.

“I need to talk with you,” he whispered, glancing rather nervously in the direction of the king. Thomas was already on his way out the door however.

“What do you want?” Valeria demanded of the General, her face showing her distaste. She had always detested Bairacali, and had hated him even more after the King had given her to the General for a night as a reward for his success in the war against the Amazon’s. That night Bairacali had ruthlessly used her to sate his lusts, showing no care for her own needs, merely using her as a receptacle for his seed.

“I have a proposition for you,” he told her, the glint of lust in his eye’s easily apparent.

“There’s nothing you can offer me to make me sleep with you again,” Valeria replied almost spitting the words at him, her face a grimace as she remembered that night.

“How would you like to be Queen?” the General asked.

“King Thomas may like the way I suck his cock, but he will never marry me,” Valeria scoffed, wondering what the ugly soldier had in mind.

The General grinned, his eye’s unconsciously darting down to glance at Valeria’s deep cleavage. “Who said anything about Thomas?”

Valeria’s eyes widened as she realized what the General was suggesting. “You’re not saying…”

“Not here,” snapped Bairacali, suddenly silencing her. “Let’s retire to my room.”

Valeria hesitated for only an instant. The lingering taste of King Thomas’s cock on her tongue was all she needed to make up her mind. The lovely noblewoman took the General’s arm and let him lead her to his chambers so they could talk in private.

“What do you have planned?” Valeria asked as soon as they were alone in Bairacali’s chambers. She felt a little uncomfortable there, remembering the last time she had been here, when King Thomas had ordered her to warm the General’s bed.

“Tonight my assassin will kill the King, I will invoke Martial Law and take control of the kingdom. With the support of the council I will take the crown in the King’s absence,” the General told her.

Valeria’s eyes widened slightly, tonight? “Why trust me with this?” she asked him dubiously.

“You hate the King even more than I want the crown, he humiliates you in front of the council every day. Even in front of the court and even in front of servants,” the General replied. “Plus I need support on the council to get the crown and both Pehlam and Sir Conrad are both spineless.”

Valeria nodded slowly, “This is treason,” she murmured, stating the obvious.

The General remained silent, watching the lovely noblewoman carefully.

Valeria frowned. “What do I get out of this?”

The General chuckled, he had her now. “I am the one taking all the risk. But nevertheless when I am King you will be my Queen.”

Valeria’s heart soared, Queen? She smiled broadly, “Queen Valeria? I like the sound of that.” Of course it would mean she would have to give herself to the lustful General, but at least she would not be treated like some slut or a piece of meat as she was currently.

“So we have a deal?” Bairacali asked eagerly.

“Yes I will convince the council to support your claim when the King is dead,” Valeria agreed.

“And you will become my Queen?” pressed the General, stepping close to Valeria, his hands resting on her hips and drawing her closer.

“Yes, I will be your Queen,” she replied, cut off as Bairacali suddenly pressed his lips forcefully against her mouth in a crushing kiss. The General’s tongue roughly forced it’s way into the beautiful noble’s mouth.

“Excellent!” he said as he broke off the kiss. “We should celebrate, seal the deal.”

Here it comes, Valeria thought to herself. “Yes,” she said with a nod, steeling herself as Bairacali’s rough hands climbed from her hips and seized her full breasts through her gown, squeezing them roughly. She gasped slightly as he crudely groped her tits. “The King is with the sorceress tonight, is it wise to attack tonight?” Valeria asked as she was shoved onto the bed.

Bairacali stood at the end of the bed, unbuckling his belt as he loomed over Valeria. “My assassin knows how to deal with the sorceress,” the General explained as he dropped his pants, revealing his already erect cock.

“Brilliant,” Lady Valeria complemented him as he climbed onto the bed and pushed up her dress to her hips, moving between her creamy thighs with little foreplay.

“Tomorrow you will be a Queen,” murmured Bairacali as he thrust his rock hard cock painfully into Valeria’s unprepared vagina, she let out a gasp as she lay back on the bed and let the General spend himself inside her. Thankfully sucking the king off during the meeting just before had aroused her somewhat so she wasn’t completely dry. “Ahh I had almost forgotten how sweet your cunt was Lady Valeria,” Bairacali breathed as he humped her.

**

Meanwhile in the royal bedchamber Carmen the White, royal sorceress to King Thomas sat astride her sovereign, her gown of pure white hiked up to her hips as she rode the king’s regal member. Thomas groaned, holding his sorceresses hips as she worked a very special kind of magic, rolling her hips and grinding herself down on his rock hard cock which Lady Valeria had done such a good job of warming up for him.

“You know that my magic is weakened through such carnal activities,” Carmen cautioned her king as she tossed her long flowing snowy white hair, arching her back as she rode him.

“Who gives a fuck, you’re a great lay,” grunted Thomas in reply, running his hands up from her slim hips to cup and squeeze the magic users sizeable breasts through her white gown. He groped the sorceress’s lovely tits and rammed his hips up off the bed, thrusting up to meet her surging loins.

Thomas gripped the front of Carmen’s gown and yanked it open, her ample breasts spilling free, jiggling wildly. With a grunt of lust the young King seized the pale orbs, squeezing them tightly in his fists as his cock thrust even deeper up into the lovely magician. His greedy fingers captured Carmen’s nipples and he gave them a firm pinch, causing the enchantress to gasp sharply.

“One day you may need my magic, your highness,” Carmen breathed, but before the King could reply she leant forward, offering her full breasts to his ravenous mouth and cutting off any answer. Thomas moaned as he ardently licked and sucked at the sorceress’s wonderful tits for a several minutes, all the while the rapturous rolling of her groin over his cock never ceasing.

Thomas then lifted Carmen up off his cock and sat up, leaning over towards her and passionately kissing her pale lips. The king’s tongue slipped deep into the sorceress’s mouth as he gripped her snowy white hair and yanked her head back. He then broke off the kiss and moved off the bed, dragging Carmen behind him with a handful of her hair. Carmen gasped as the rough monarch pulled her across the room, as much as she enjoyed his attentions the young royal sometimes got a little carried away with his lust.

“I wish to gaze upon my realm,” he breathed as he pushed Carmen against the ledge of his bedroom window, bending her over so that her head was outside and her buttocks perfectly presented towards him. The sorceress gasped slightly as the king pushed her gown back up to her hips and lined himself up with her cunt. His bedroom was at the top of the eastern tower of the castle and looked out across the city, it was quite a dizzying height.

Thomas gave a grunt as he thrust himself back up inside her, his balls slapping against her as he started to hump her from behind. “Oh yeah!” he gasped, driving deep. “It’s a pity we’re up so high,” he murmured as he reached around with one hand to grasp as squeeze one of Carmen’s ample boobs. “Your spectacular tits are probably too far away for anyone else to admire.”

Carmen’s breath quickened, there was something very erotic to be hanging out such a high window and being fucked at the same time. 

Suddenly the door to the royal bedchamber burst open. Thomas pulled out of Carmen in surprise, turning to see who had dared interrupt him.

The limp body of the King’s bodyguard slumped through the burst open doorway, a throwing knife imbedded in his forehead.

“Assassin!” yelled the King, hoping to summon any nearby guards.

”Run!” yelled Carmen, stepping in front of her King, her gown still gaping wide open as the attacker entered the room.

“Oh fuck!” swore the King, looking left and right for a getaway. Thomas’s heart leapt into his throat as he saw his assailant for the first time. The killer was dressed from head to toe in a deep, blood red robe and carried a wide bladed scimitar. It was a Jubanti, one of the deadly tribe of expert assassins from the Northlands, feared throughout the realm and known to never fail to execute their mark.

Thomas looked desperately around for an escape as his semi-naked sorceress stepped towards the Jubanti to defend her King. The only exit from the room was blocked by the assassin, so Thomas, seeing no alternative started to clamber out of the window, hoping to cling to the ledge outside whilst Carmen the White dealt with the assassin or his guards arrived.

The Jubanti hesitated a moment, sizing up the white haired beauty that was between him and his target. Carmen’s hands slowly started to trace an almost hypnotic pattern in the air and her lips started to move. The Jubanti’s eyes widened as he suddenly seemed to realize just who the sorceress was. As the assassin slashed out with his scimitar there was a loud bang and a sudden bright white light. A small shockwave rocked the entire tower and Carmen was thrown backwards to the floor. There was a scream from outside the window.

Seconds later four guardsmen burst into the room to see Carmen lying on the floor in front of a burnt husk of human bones. Captain Menza, head of the castle guards was at their front, he took one look at the scorched bones and leveled the point of his sword at the dazed sorceress.

“Arrest her,” he growled, “And get the General.”

**

Thomas stepped out of the bedroom window, onto the very thin stone ledge that ran around the frame. 

“Shit!” he swore as a sudden gust of wind rocketed him, almost throwing him off the ledge. The King gingerly peered down and immediately wished he hadn’t, he was about forty feet above the city, standing on a small, crumbling stone ledge.

Inside the bedchamber the assassin and sorceress were facing off, and Thomas edged sideways, trying to get as far out of the reach of the killer as he could. He just hoped that the guards had heard the commotion and were on their way up.

Suddenly there was a massive bang and a bright light exploded out of the bedroom window. The entire tower rocked in the blast and Thomas was thrown off.

“Ohhhhh fuuuuuck!” he cried as the ledge was torn out from under his feet. His stomach leapt into his throat as he fell towards the city below at an alarming rate. The buildings below swiftly rose up to meet his falling body and he crashed painfully through a thatched roof, then everything went white.

**

“It wasn’t me. That’s not the King!” protested Carmen the White as two guards manacled her hands behind her back.

“I suppose the King just disappeared then?” scoffed Captain Menza.

“No, he’s outside the window,” replied Carmen fearfully. She didn’t even notice the guard on her right leering at her large breasts, which were still exposed.

“Oh right,” Menza replied sarcastically. He kicked the burnt pile of bones with the toe of his boot, “and I suppose this pile of bones is the page boy?”

“No, you don’t understand, he’s an assassin. I saved the king!” argued the sorceress, with her hands chained she was unable to use her magic to free herself.

Menza laughed at her excuse. “Take her to the dungeons!” he ordered. 

As the guards dragged away the protesting sorceress Menza turned and glanced out the window, there was no obvious sign of anyone on the ledge or the rooftops below, but Menza had a bad feeling in the pit of his stomach.

“Get a squad together and search the buildings below,” Menza ordered the remaining guard.

“For the assassin?” asked the guard, surprised that his Captain had believed the sorceress’s feeble sounding excuse.

“For the King,” Menza corrected.

**

It took Thomas almost a full minute to realize that he wasn’t dead. He shrugged aside the whiteness, which turned out to be a linen sheet and found himself staring into the most impressive cleavage he’d seen in weeks. The mouthwatering cleavage and plump bosoms turned out to belong to a very pretty young brunette dressed in a servant’s gown. She gasped in shock at the sight of Thomas.

Thomas’s hand shot out, clamping over her mouth and stifling her scream just as it started to burst from her lungs.

“Silence wench!” he snapped at the wide-eyed laundry girl. “I’m the King!” He gave her a moment to calm down before finally releasing his hand from her mouth.

“King Thomas?” she gasped in amazement.

“Yes, now remain silent girl!” he ordered, glancing around nervously, worried that the assassin would try to kill him.

It seemed to suddenly sink in just who he was, as the laundry girl began to curtsey and bow. “I’m sorry your highness, I didn’t recognize you,” the girl hastily apologized.

“Shhh!” said Thomas at once, his mind racing. “We have to escape the castle, they may still be following me.” Thomas’s head snapped around at the sound of the guards beginning their search of the buildings below the tower window. At the moment he didn’t know who to trust and decided the best course of action was to get the fuck out of the castle until he could determine who was behind this attack and if it was safe to return.

He peered around the castle laundry, the buxom young servant was the only person there at this late hour. Thomas saw that he had crashed through the roof of the laundry and landed in a wheeled cart filled with clean sheets. The Gods were definitely watching out for him.

“I’ll hide in this cart,” Thomas decided. “You wheel me out of here, and whatever happens, stop for no one!”

“I can’t!” protested the laundry girl. “I’m not allowed to take the laundry outside the gates, I’ll get into trouble.”

Thomas sighed and grabbed the girl’s wrist. “What’s your name?” he asked.

The girl swallowed, “Kristy, your highness. Kristy Woodcock.”

Thomas smiled, trying to look as reassuring as possible. “Listen to me Kristy, I am your King, do you understand that?”

“Yes, your highness,” she replied, with a small curtsey.

“And you must obey your King, correct?”

“Yes, your highness.”

“Now do you really think you will get in trouble for doing as your King commands?” he asked her.

“No,” she replied in a meek tone of voice.

“Good,” said Thomas. “Now that we have that cleared up, let’s get the hell out of here!”

Thomas ducked down under the sheets, pulling them over him as Kristy started to wheel the cart out of the laundry. Just as Kristy pushed the cart through the doorway and out into the courtyard she was stopped by two guards.

“What are you doing?” demanded one of the guards.

Kristy’s voice was almost shaking in fear. “I’m taking the laundry out.”

“Where?” demanded the guard, his eye’s narrowing as he peered at the very nervous young woman. Under the sheets Thomas tensed slightly, they could be in trouble.

“The stains are stubborn, I am taking them to the alchemist to clean,” the pretty laundry maid replied, Thomas smiled at her quick thinking.


King Charming



The guard snorted at the reply. “Probably more of the King’s fornicating,” he scoffed. “Off with you.” The guard slapped Kristy on her shapely posterior, sending her on her way. Under the sheets the King bit down his anger at the guards crude comment.

“Who is it you’re searching for?” asked Kristy, and Thomas could almost have jumped up and kissed her, now he might get some useful information.

“Never you mind, off about your business,” growled the guard. 

Kristy decided not to push the point.

**

Bairacali wiped his spent cock on Lady Valeria’s shapely buttocks, giving one of the firm mounds a playful slap as he reached for his robe. The General took his time getting dressed, pausing to again slap Valeria’s nice ass as he headed out of his bedchamber and made his way to the King’s quarters where, as planned Captain Menza was waiting for him.

“You’re late,” remarked the Captain.

“I had some…some business to attend to,” the General replied with a sly grin as he remembered the sound fucking he had given Valeria.

“The King is dead,” Menza told him. “He fell from the tower during the attack.”

Bairacali nodded emotionlessly. “The assassin escaped?”

“No,” replied Menza with a smile. “Carmen the White had been captured and locked in the dungeon.”

Bairacali’s grin matched his Captains. “Excellent, even better than I expected. You have outdone yourself General Menza.”

Menza smiled, the fact Bairacali had used the title General was not lost on him. 

“The body has been recovered?” Bairacali asked.

“Not yet,” admitted Menza, “But the men are scouring the buildings below the tower, it will be found soon. Shall I declare Marshall Law?” he asked.

General Bairacali frowned slightly at the news. “Yes, we will continue as planned. Assemble the council in the throne room,” he ordered. “And let me know as soon as the body is found!”

“Yes sir!” Menza snapped to attention and saluted his commander. General Menza. He liked the sound of that!

CHAPTER TWO (ON THE OUTSIDE) “We’re out!” Kristy hissed to the pile of sheets in her laundry cart.

“Excellent!” came King Thomas’s reply. “Now keep quiet, you need to take me somewhere safe so I can decide what to do about all this.”

“Where?” Kristy asked.

There was a sigh of impatience from the cart full of sheets. “I don’t give a fuck. Just get me away from the castle and off the streets.”

The buxom laundry girl floundered for a moment, where was she going to take him? It seemed as though every guard in the castle was searching for the King. What on earth had happened and why was the King fleeing like a common fugitive. 

Not seeing any alternative Kristy started pushing the laundry cart along the bumpy city street, heading for her home, it was the only safe place she knew. As they made their way through the city to the poorer side of town there were occasional curses and mutterings from the cart, but other than the King didn’t say anything.

“We’re here,” she said at last as she pushed the cart up to the side of a rather small, run down house. Thomas popped his head out from under the sheets for the first time since the castle.

“Where?” he demanded.

“My house,” Kristy replied timidly.

The King mumbled something in reply and clambered out of the cart, Kristy blushed as she realized for the first time that he was naked.

“Oh my!” she gasped as he pulled a sheet from the cart and wrapped it around his waist.

“Not much to look at, is it?” he demanded.

“Shh,” warned Kristy. “Keep your voice down or you’ll wake father.”

Thomas opened his mouth, about to angrily remind her that she couldn’t tell the King what to do and then thought better of it. “Hmm, perhaps you’re right. Less people that know about this the better.”

“Thank you.”

“Well? What are you waiting for? Let’s go in, it’s freezing out here!” Thomas snapped, his lack of clothing causing a shiver to run down his spine.

“Of course,” Kristy quickly ushered King Thomas into the small woodcutter’s shack that served as her family’s home and led him as quietly as she could up the stairs to her small bedroom.

“This will have to do I guess,” said Thomas, wrinkling up his nose at the squalid room and rather uncomfortable looking bed in one corner. He gave a noisy yawn, it had been quite a night. “I’ll take the bed,” he decided, heading straight for it. “You can sleep on the floor.”

“Yes, your highness,” Kristy quickly agreed as the King slumped onto her bed and almost immediately started to snore. It was indeed, quite a night. Kristy sighed and looked regretfully at the hard wooden floor, she could hardly argue however, he was the King after all.

**

A rather blurry-eyed council assembled in the throne room at about the same time as the King was climbing into the laundry maid’s bed. 

Sir Conrad looked particularly grouchy to have been disturbed at this early hour. “What’s all this about Bairacali?” the old veteran demanded.

“The King has been assassinated,” General Bairacali replied, getting straight to the point. He was dressed in his armor for added effect and Captain Menza stood behind his right shoulder, likewise fully armed and armored.

“You’re not serious?” gasped Sir Conrad in shock.

“Regretfully, I am,” Bairacali confirmed. “I have had the city placed under Marshall Law and as we speak my soldiers are scouring the city streets for any further signs of uprising.”

“Who did such a monstrous thing?” Lady Valeria asked in mock outrage, it actually felt rather strange for the noblewoman to be able to speak during a council meeting, her mouth was usually stuffed with royalty.

“The sorceress Carmen the White has been placed in the dungeon’s by Captain Menza, she was found standing over the body of the King,” Bairacali replied solemnly. 

“I always distrusted that evil witch,” muttered Baron Pehlam.

“To lose our liege so soon after his father’s death is indeed a tragedy,” said Bairacali, trying his best to hide his excitement.

“The King has no heir,” said Valeria, speaking the lines that Bairacali had fed her and steering the discussions direction. “What are we to do?”

“The city is under the command of the army,” said Bairacali. “At this point stability is of the utmost importance.”

Sir Conrad frowned at this, “You seek to take the crown?” he asked Bairacali, his tone containing a note of challenge.

“It is for the good of the realm,” said Bairacali. “Need I remind the council that we are still at war with the Amazon’s until the ransom is paid by the Amazon Queen as agreed with by Thomas.”

“There is no other choice for the crown,” said Valeria quickly, getting in before either Conrad or Pehlam could protest.

“The mourning period must be upheld,” said Sir Conrad, deciding not to challenge the General’s claim at this point.

“Mourning period?” asked Bairacali in surprise, young Thomas had ascended the throne immediately following his father’s death.

“Sir Conrad is correct,” said Baron Pehlam. “It is the end of a royal line. The city will be in five days of mourning before we can hold the coronation.”

“The other noble’s may not accept you General, you are not of a noble family,” warned Sir Conrad, still not trusting Bairacali.

“That is why I will take Lady Valeria as my Queen!” said Bairacali proudly.

**

King Thomas awoke far too early for his liking to the sounds of the laundry maid Kristy changing out of her maid’s gown. He couldn’t help but admire her long slim legs and delicately rounded posterior as she bent over to pick up a clean dress.

“You’re quite beautiful Kristy,” Thomas remarked aloud.

Kristy gasped in surprise and spun around, holding the clean dress up over her bare chest, she’d been sure the King was fast asleep and had taken the opportunity to change her clothes. “I thought you were asleep.”

Thomas shook his head. “Your bed is horrible and lumpy, I don’t know how you put up with it.”

“I don’t have a choice,” Kristy replied, slightly angry. She’d spent all night on the hard floor and he was the one complaining? She bit back her irritation, he was the King after all.

“Never mind that, help me with this,” he told her, pushing aside her blanket to reveal his fully erect penis, jutting up proudly from between his legs.

Kristy’s eyes went wide in surprise, “Wh..what?” she was lost for words.

“What’s the matter wench, haven’t you ever seen a man’s cock before?” growled the King.

“Yes, but…” she still didn’t really know where to put herself. Kristy tore her eyes away from the realm’s crown jewels, blushing furiously. 

“Well then what’s the problem?” demanded Thomas. “It’s morning wood. Get rid of it girl. Your name is Woodcock isn’t it?”

“Yes,” Kristy said, frowning and still not meeting the King’s eye. She didn’t know what her surname had to do with the King’s penis. “What do you want me to do?”

Thomas sighed, she was not very worldly, “Climb up here and put it in your pretty mouth until it goes soft.”

Kristy paled immediately. “You mean you want…”

“Yes, yes. A blowjob. Be quick about it,” Thomas snapped his fingers and pointed at the rock hard organ sticking up from his lap.

“I..I can’t…” stammered Kristy, her gaze drawn back down to the King’s bare manhood.

“Yes, you can,” Thomas was starting to get angry. No one refused the King! Especially not a mere serving girl no matter how naïve she was. “Now suck!”

The King’s sharp command made Kristy jump in surprise and she dropped the gown that was covering her nakedness, revealing a delightfully shapely body. Her eyes wide she climbed slowly up onto the end of the bed at Thomas’s feet and then reached out gingerly for the royal penis.

**

The council meeting took several hours to finally agree on making General Bairacali the King, but by the end of the arduous conference Bairacali and Valeria successfully steamrolled Conrad and Pehlam into agreeing with his claim. After the five day mourning period Bairacali would be coronated King.

As soon as Pehlam and Conrad were gone Bairacali sat down on the King’s throne, looking rather pleased with himself as he tried the chair out for size.

“Has the body been found yet?” Bairacali asked Captain Menza.

“Not yet.”

“Fuck!” he swore. “Find it!”

“Yes General.” With that Menza quickly left the throne room, leaving Bairacali alone with Lady Valeria.

“What body?” Valeria asked Bairacali with a suspicious frown.

“Nothing!” snapped Bairacali quickly.

“You’re not getting ahead of yourself I hope?” Valeria said, eyeing up the way Bairacali sat in the throne.

“Just you worry about the council,” growled Bairacali. He shuffled slightly in the throne, rubbing his hands along the arms of the ornate chair. “It’s surprisingly comfortable,” he noted. “I could definitely get used to this seat. Come here,” he ordered Valeria.

The lovely noblewoman smiled and approached the General.

“Kneel!” he commanded, pointing to his feet.

Valeria’s jaw stiffened slightly in irritation as she knelt at the General’s feet and watched as he unfastened the front of his pants. Kneeling at the feet of the throne gave the beautiful noblewoman a rather unpleasant feeling of déjà vu.

“Suck!” instructed Bairacali.

Valeria bit back her anger as Bairacali grabbed her by the top of her head and drew her mouth down into his lap. His cock was only semi-erect, somewhat spent from the vigorous fucking he had given her several hours earlier. Yielding to the lecherous General’s wishes Valeria’s lips parted and she sucked the tip of his rubbery cock into her warm mouth.

“Ah yes,” breathed Bairacali as Lady Valeria gently started to suckle on his cock, her mouth bathing him in warm saliva. “This is the life,” he murmured, stroking the top of Valeria’s head as she swirled her tongue around the slowly growing head of his cock.

Lady Valeria lifted Bairacali’s cock in her soft hand, gently stroking it as she ran her tongue down the underside of the hardening shaft all the way to the base. She twirled the tip of her tongue around the root of his cock and then teasingly lapped at his balls. All the blowjobs she had given Thomas during his short reign as King had definitely improved her talents and now it seemed that Bairacali was to be the beneficiary of those skills in the late King’s absence.

As she sucked first one hairy testicle, then the other right into her wet mouth she rubbed his almost fully erect cock against her soft cheek and the General moaned happily. Valeria then moved her mouth back up the hard length of his penis and her tongue carefully licked it’s way around the throbbing mushroomed head.

“Oh yeah, that’s it!” groaned Bairacali as Valeria swiped her tongue up the slit on the tip of the General’s cock, tasting his rapidly accumulating pre-cum. She then abruptly sucked the whole length of Bairacali’s cock into her mouth, driving her mouth all the way down his shaft and lodging his cock right into her throat. Bairacali arched his back in the throne and groaned loudly at the sudden lustful assault. “Oh God!” he gasped. Valeria drew back to the head of his cock and started to bob her head in short shallow movements, her lips forming a tight seal around the treasonous General’s manhood and their motion generating incredible friction through his cock.

“That’s it, suck the King’s cock!” gasped Bairacali, reaching down and taking hold of Valeria’s head in both strong hands, pushing her further down into his lap and sliding his cock across her hot tongue and deep into her mouth once again. He gave a throaty grunt of lust as he jammed Valeria’s face down repeatedly into his lap, his cock slamming into her mouth as he roughly fucked her face, his hairy balls slapping her chin.

Lady Valeria struggled to keep up with his lustful strokes, his cock pushing right into her throat on each thrust. This was not exactly what she had in mind when Bairacali had mentioned the title of Queen for her, but at least she was not being publicly humiliated as she had been by that prick Thomas.

“I think I’m going to get used to being King,” Bairacali said, releasing Valeria’s head and letting her take over the motions of her mouth on his cock, she did not slow down the pace, wanting to get things over with as fast as possible. Bairacali leant back in his new throne, an expression of ecstasy on his face. 

He gave a sudden roar and his hands clamped back down on the top of Valeria’s head, hugging her face into his groin as his cock exploded in her mouth. The beautiful noblewoman struggled to stop from choking as her pretty mouth was abruptly flooded with the General’s cum. The burly soldier jolted his hips as he pumped his bride-to-be full of his seed.

“Long live the King,” he gasped with a wicked smile as he thrust his cock once more into Valeria’s throat, milking out the last of his load.

**

The real King was also getting a particularly pleasurable blowjob, although perhaps not from such a practiced cocksucker. The busty young laundry maid’s head bobbed slowly up and down over his lap as she worked his cock with her warm lips and tongue. What she lacked in experience she certainly made up for in eagerness to please.

“That’s very good Kristy,” he murmured to the pretty young servant, patting her gently on the head as she slurped noisily at his cock. As Kristy slid her wet mouth up and down the King’s hard shaft, her tongue swirling delightfully, Thomas reached under her and cupped one of her heavy, ample tits. He gave the large orb a tender squeeze, marveling at its sheer size and weight. The vast melon was also firm and youthfully resilient he noted as he squeezed and jiggled it in his palm.

Kristy gave a soft moan as the King fondled her big tits, moving his hand over to her other jug and giving it the same lustful treatment. Saliva dribbled down her chin as she moved her mouth faster over Thomas’s cock, bathing him in wetness. It was definitely one of the sloppiest blowjob’s he’d ever had, not that he was complaining.

“I’ve got an idea,” Thomas murmured a few minutes later, the ample lubrication on his cock and the gigantic tit in his hand providing the perfect inspiration.

Kristy gasped in surprise as King Thomas pulled her head up off his dripping wet cock and grabbed a big tit in each hand.

“You have incredible breasts,” he murmured in admiration as he squeezed and probed at the soft orbs. Kristy gasped as he gave her nipples a twist, and then pulled her in towards him by the hardened buds. Thomas pressed his rock hard cock between the immense mounds he was busy groping and pushed them together, forming a tight sheath around his cock. “Time to fuck these puppy’s,” he breathed.

Leaning back on the hard bed, Thomas pressed Kristy’s big tits together around his cock and started to hump his hips up off the bed. His well-lubricated penis slid smoothly up and down the length of the laundry maid’s deep cleavage, rapidly fucking her big tits. “Oh yes!” Thomas groaned. “That’s good.”

The King lay back on the bed and Kristy’s hands took over the task of squashing her big soft tits together around the royal penis. The buxom laundry girl bounces her tits rapidly over Thomas’s cock, maddeningly stroking him towards orgasm. Each time his cock heaved up from the top of her cleavage, Kristy bent her head down and swirled her tongue around the head, arousing Thomas even more.

“That’s it!” groaned Thomas, her tits fucking faster over his cock. The young servant definitely had an incredible rack. Thomas felt the cum surging in his balls, with a grunt he reached out and grabbed the top of Kristy’s head, yanking her mouth down onto his cock. She gagged slightly at the sudden intrusion and Thomas thrashed on the bed, his cock exploding deep into her mouth, his cum flooding her throat. The King cried out loudly as he feed his load into the busty girl’s obedient mouth.

Suddenly the bedroom door burst open. Thomas’s turned towards the entrance in annoyance, still holding Kristy’s face down into his lap as his cock twitched and pulsed over her tongue. Standing in the doorway with a look of absolute rage on his face was a large, black bearded man holding a very dangerous looking axe.

“Oh bugger,” remarked Thomas as the man gave an angry roar and lifted his axe.

**

Captain Menza, soon to be promoted to General, strode past the jailer who hurried leapt up from his seat and gave a rushed salute. Menza gave him a casual wave, sending him back to his chair as he made his way down the first cellblock to the large steel door at the end reserved for particularly dangerous prisoners. 

Menza thrust the door open and stepped into the small cell beyond. Chained against the far wall was the (former) royal sorceress, Carmen the White, her gown still gaping wide, revealing her full and firm breasts. From their redness and a few scratch marks it looks as though the jailer had helped himself to a grope.

“Set me free you son of a bitch!” yelled Carmen as soon as the soldier entered. “I’m innocent!”

“Quiet now, my lovely sorceress,” Menza said, his voice low and soft. He strode across the cell towards her, his hands crossed behind his back. The Captain did not even bother to argue her guilt. He stepped right up in front of her and ran a gloved hand gently across her smooth cheek. “Where is the King? What happened in the bedchamber with the assassin last night?” he asked her.

Carmen spat angrily on his face. “You bastard!” she swore accusingly. “You know about the assassin!”

“Yes, yes,” Menza muttered briskly, not bothering to wipe her spittle from his cheek. The hand on her face gripped her roughly, squeezing at her jaw. “The burnt bones belonged to the assassin I assume?”

“That’s right you motherfucker!” growled Carmen, thrashing in her chains as the vice like grip of the Captain squeezed her face harder. “And you’ll end up the same if you don’t let me go!”




King Charming



Menza slapped her sharply across the side of her face, swinging her round on her chains. He then jerked her back to face him and seized her face again. “We both know that you are helpless with your hands bound sorceress,” he sneered. His grip softened slightly and he almost tenderly stroked the back of one fingertip across her chin and lips. “Completely helpless,” he added, running his hand down her throat.

Carmen turned her head furiously away from him, her body tensing as the Captain’s hand made it’s way down to her exposed chest. “Get your hands off me!” she shrieked, wrenching against her chains as Menza gently cupped one full bare breast in his gloved hand.

**

Kristy Woodcock coughed and spluttered on the unexpected mouthful of cum, trying desperately to find her voice so that she could call off her angry father.

King Thomas yelped in surprise, rolling backwards off the side of the bed as the enraged man charged towards him with his axe held high.

“This isn’t what you think!” Thomas shouted, trying to reason with the man, obviously the laundry girl’s father.

“I’m gonna have your head boy!” growled the man, swinging downwards with his axe towards where Thomas was crouched on the far side of the bed.

Thomas gave a startled yelp and dived under the bed, the sharp axe crashing deep into the floorboards where he had been just moments before. “Shit!” swore Thomas, he was the King, and he wasn’t supposed to die this way. He didn’t have long to feel sorry for himself however, the man rushed around the bed and yanked his axe out of the floorboards.

Thomas rolled out the opposite side of the bed, trying to keep the piece of furniture between him and the axe-wielding maniac. 

“Wait father!” cried out Kristy, who had finally managed to swallow the last of Thomas’s sticky load.

“Shut up girl!” growled the man, advancing on Thomas once more. “You’ve done enough.”

“Stop! He’s the King!” pleaded Kristy desperately.

Kristy’s father stopped in his tracks. “The King?” he repeated, looking doubtful at the naked young man cowering beside his daughter’s bed.

“It’s true!” insisted Thomas cautiously.

The man looked at his daughter, trying to ignore the drops of the man’s cum on her chin. “The King?” he repeated.

“Yes!” Kristy hurriedly nodded.

Her father’s eyes went wide as it sunk in, they were serious. He dropped the axe with a clunk onto the floor. He had just tried to kill the King! Kristy’s father dropped to the floor. “Please don’t have me executed your highness!” he begged. “I didn’t know… I…”

“What’s going on here?” said a woman’s voice from the door.

Thomas turned to see an absolutely gorgeous older woman standing in the doorway, she looked as though she was in her early thirties and was dressed in a flowing blue dress with a white bodice that appeared to cram a pair of considerable boobs into her dress that immediately caught the King’s lecherous eye. The woman had a frown on her pretty face as she saw her naked daughter on the bed and her husband cowered before a naked young man.

**

Menza took a firm breast in each hand and squeezed them roughly, enjoying the way the sorceress’s ample mound filled his palms. “If the bones belong to the assassin where did the King go? Did you magic him away?” Menza asked, kneading the large orbs crudely.

“Release me at once! This is an outrage!” shrieked Carmen as Menza leant in and swiped his tongue over one of her nipples.

“Where did the King go?” Menza repeated, giving her big tits a particularly hard squeeze.

Carmen sucked in a sharp breath as her breasts were painfully clutched in the soldier’s coarse hands. “I’ve already told you! He went out the window!”

Menza slapped Carmen’s big tits, causing her to cry out in pain as the large jugs whacked against each other and jiggled wildly. “Don’t play me for a fool!” growled Menza, once again harshly grabbing at her tits. “The tower is forty feet high.” He then leant in and gobbled at her tits once again, sucking first the right, then the left nipple into his hungry mouth. At the same time he leant his body in against hers, rubbing his bulging crotch into her warm thigh.

“I don’t know!” protested Carmen, giving up trying to get the vulgar Captain’s hands off her body. “He must have hid on the ledge or something and then fallen.”

Menza gave a growl and spun Carmen around so that she was pressed face first against the wall. He pressed in against her back, his hard crotch shoving itself against her firm buttocks. Carmen gasped as her already sore breasts were rubbed against the harsh, stone wall. “If he fell from the tower then why didn’t we find his body bitch?”

“What are you doing?” demanded Carmen as she felt Menza tugging up the back of her dirty white dress, uncovering her shapely buttocks. Carmen then cried out as the Captain’s gloved hand smacked down on one of her buttocks, the cell ringing with the sound of the stinging slap.

Menza didn’t bother to answer the sorceress’s question, he started to unbuckle his trousers and leaned in to lick the side of her face. “We’re gonna have some fun you stupid whore,” he sneered into her ear. Menza shoved down his pants and pressed himself up behind the lovely bound sorceress, his hot, hard cock rubbing across her cool smooth buttocks.

“Keep your hands off me you pig,” protested Carmen as Menza’s hand circled around her body and cupped her full right breast, squeezing it as he ground his hard cock against her bare ass.

Keeping a tight hold on her tit with one hand, Menza reached down and lined his cock up with the sorceress’s pussy using his other hand. “No!” groaned Carmen as the excited soldier thrust up inside her, his cock driving roughly into her. The sorceress gasped as Menza’s cock suddenly filled her.

“Oh yeah!” grunted Menza, his breathing heavy as he reached his other hand around to capture her left breast, a full orb filling each of his palms as he started to thrust himself against her shapely buttocks, his cock sliding deep. Carmen moaned weakly as the Captain bucked vigorously against her, using her body to satisfy his lust. His gloved hands clawed at her big tits, squeezing and pinching them as he fucked the royal magician for all he was worth. Each thrust from Menza caused Carmen’s whole body to shunt against the wall and a groan or moan of protest to fall from her lips.

Menza pounded at her for a good ten minutes, the small cell filled with the sound of her rattling chains and the slapping of his hips against her buttocks.

“Oh fuck, here it comes!” gasped Menza, driving his cock right into Carmen’s pussy. He gave a strangled grunt as his cock burst, his seed flooding the sorceress’s unwilling cunt. Menza’s fingertips dug deep into her large boobs, squeezing them hard as his cock pulsed and surged inside her. 

“Oh yeah, that hit the spot,” Menza grunted at last, thrusting himself against her again, squeezing the last few drops of his load into her. 

CHAPTER THREE (MAKING PLANS) Thomas sat in a crudely made wooden chair at the head of the small table that filled the Woodcock family’s kitchen. It had turned out that the man who had wildly attacked him up in the bedroom was indeed Kristy’s father, a woodcutter called Jak. The beautiful woman in the blue dress was in fact Jak’s second wife and Kristy’s stepmother, Heather. Although Heather was no blood relation of Kristy’s, she shared the young laundry girl’s ample bust and good looks, much to Thomas’s delight.

“I insist you return to the castle,” snapped Thomas to Kristy. They had been arguing for past few minutes on whether or not she would return to her work at the castle laundry today. The poor girl was scared out of her mind, but Thomas could care less. He needed information!

“But they’ll kill me!” wailed Kristy.

“Nonsense wench!” growled Thomas, tugging uncomfortably on the collar of the rough-hewn shirt he was wearing, Jak had leant the King a set of clothes to wear. “Nobody knows it was you that helped me escape.” Thomas was beginning to get rather sick of life outside the throne room. At least at the castle everyone did as he ordered and did not question him like this willful girl. Although on the up side she sucked cock just as good as Lady Valeria.

“You forget who our guest is daughter!” snapped her father who had just entered the kitchen. Whilst King Thomas had been arguing with Kristy, Jak had been preparing himself for work. Thomas couldn’t help by notice that the big man still carried his axe with him.

“Sorry father,” Kristy looked down at her feet. She then turned to Thomas and curtseyed to him. “Sorry your highness. I will do as you ask.”

“I have to head out,” said Jak, nodding at his daughter’s decision in approval. “Those tree’s won’t cut themselves.” Jak smiled to himself as he headed for the door, if Kristy performed well for the king then their family would surely reap a great reward.


As Jak left the house, Thomas explained to Kristy what he required of her. “You should return to work as if nothing happened, we don’t want them suspecting a thing,” he told her as the buxom laundry girl nodded in understanding. “Trust no one, anyone could be involved in the attack. And keep your ears open, listen for anything suspicious, any mention of the attack.”

“Okay, I’ll do my best,” Kristy promised.

“If you can find any clues as to who was behind the attempt to kill me then I will be very grateful. I need to know who it is so that I know if it is safe to return to the castle.” Thomas added. “Oh, and get me some clothes,” he said, scratching himself through the rough clothing that the woodcutter had given him to wear.

Kristy gave Thomas one of her curtseys, bowing so low that Thomas couldn’t help but admire the pale tops of her full breasts, swelling up above the deep cut neckline of her gown. The young girl then left for the castle, her stomach fluttering nervously in anticipation of what was to come.

As she departed Thomas turned to Heather Woodcock, Kristy’s mother. “Get me some breakfast woman,” he said, yawning noisily.

“Yes, your highness,” Heather replied agreeably, curtsey’s in much the same manner as her stepdaughter had.

“Hmm,” murmured Thomas as he thoughtfully admired the way Heather’s ample bosom was also excellently displayed in the partially unlaced bodice of her blue dress. “Like mother like daughter I see,” he added, licking his lips, staring into the overflowing bodice.

**

The Amazon Negotiator waited nervously in the cold hallway as the page went to the King to announce her arrival. She remembered with a little anger her last visit when the arrogant male King had bent her over his desk and taken her from behind. She was one of the bravest of the Amazon warriors and yet the mere man had used her as if she were nothing but an animal to sate his lusts!

Her angry thoughts were interrupted when the pageboy returned. “He will see you now,” the young man told her, his voice trembling slightly at the imposing presence of the warrior woman. 

“Good,” the Amazon said with a nod, striding forcefully past the boy. “I know the way,” she added, marching down the hallway as the page scurried behind her, struggling to keep up with her long-legged steps.

The Amazon burst through the doors to the throne room and frowned as her gaze fell upon the ugly visage of General Bairacali seated on the throne. “You are not the King,” she growled, angry to have been fobbed off to an underling.

“The King has asked me to handle the details of the surrender,” snapped Bairacali. In his meeting with the council it had been agreed that the death of the King would remain a secret from the Amazons until the surrender was complete. If at all possible the council did not want to look weak in front of the Amazon’s and cause a possible revival of the war.

The Amazon Negotiator scowled. “Peace Treaty,” she corrected, still too proud to admit surrender. “The Queen instructed me to deal with the King alone,” she sneered, her arrogance brave given the way Bairacali’s armies had so soundly defeated the Amazon’s on the battlefield.

“You seem to be forgetting your place,” rumbled Bairacali, remembering the way Thomas had sealed the Treaty by having the Queen of the Amazon’s suck his cock in front of the entire court. Never mind the fact that the Amazon’s did not even know of Thomas’s father’s death and still thought they were dealing with the original King.

The Amazon however would not back down. “I will speak to the King and the King alone!” she replied defiantly. 

Bairacali took an angry step forward, “Listen to me you bitch!” he growled. “It was MY armies that crushed your feeble defenses, and if you break the treaty then it will be MY army that crushes your meager civilization into dust!”

The Negotiator seemed to pause at this. “I will speak with my Queen,” she said, turning and leaving.

Bairacali screamed with fury as the arrogant bitch left his new throne room. “Get Menza!” the General spat to one of the guards as he sat down on the throne, shaking with rage. “I want Thomas found!”

**

King Thomas leant back on his chair and burped loudly. “That hit the spot,” he murmured contentedly as he rubbed his full stomach. He glanced off to his left to where Heather Woodcock was washing up in a small tub of water. “You’re a good cook woman,” he complemented her.

“Thank you, your highness,” she replied, continuing her washing up. “I trust you are satisfied with the meal, I know it’s probably not what you are used to.”

Thomas stood up and stretched, “Nonsense wench, it was perfect.” He moved up behind her, pressing himself against her from behind and reaching around her body. “As to my satisfaction..” he murmured, his hands closing over Heather’s ample bosom, squeezing it through her dress.

Heather immediately stiffened as the King pressed himself against her back and started to grope her big breasts. She was a married woman! What was he doing!?

“You’re a lovely woman Heather Woodcock,” murmured Thomas as he rubbed his growing erection against her firm buttocks and kneaded her plentiful tits through her gown.

“I don’t know if we should be doing this…” Heather protested weakly as Thomas slipped one hand down inside the front of her bodice and scooped out one of her large tits.

“Of course we should, you do want to satisfy my needs don’t you?” breathed Thomas as he squeezed her bare tit in his hand and ground his crotch into her ass.

“Yes, but I’m married,” she murmured. “Jak…”

“Jak would not deny his King,” snapped Thomas, pinching her nipple between thumb and forefinger. Heather gasped. “You would not deny your King either, would you Heather?”

“No, of course not…” she murmured uncertainly as the King roughly mauled at her tits and humped against her ass.

“Excellent!” said Thomas, he spun her away from the bench where she had been washing up and pushed her over to the table, bending her face forward over the edge. Heather gasped as Thomas lifted up the back skirts of her blue dress, revealing her naked ass. “Very nice!” he whispered, slapping the firm cheeks of Heather’s well shaped posterior with one hand as he unfastened his trousers with the other hand.

Thomas lined his cock up with the entrance to Heather’s cunt and then seized her hips, shoving himself forward and sliding up into her. Heather let out a gasp as his cock suddenly filled her.

“Oh yeah, that’s the stuff!” groaned Thomas in pleasure. He held firmly onto Heather’s shapely hips and started to stroke against her, his rock hard cock sliding neatly in and out of her warm, inviting pussy. It would seem that life outside the castle was just as sweet as life inside.

Suddenly they both froze as the door to the kitchen swung open and Jak Woodcock stepped through, carrying his axe in one hand. His eyes widened at the sight of the young King with his cock buried to the hilt into his own wife’s lovely pussy.

**

“Someone must be hiding him General,” Captain Menza explained to Bairacali. “Otherwise my men would already have found him.”

“Well find out who damn it!” growled Bairacali angrily. “The King’s absence it turning out to be a problem. We are not safe until I am coronated or Thomas’s body is lying at my feet.”

“We will double our efforts,” Menza assured his commander.

“You had better General,” warned Bairacali, again dangling the carrot of a promotion in front of Menza. “I want the entire city searched door to door. The King must be found!”

“Yes sir!” Menza saluted.

“But keep it quiet, we can’t have word that the King is alive spreading through the city,” Bairacali added. “How did the interrogation of the sorceress go.”

“It was fruitful,” Menza replied, his crotch tingling slightly in the memory of Carmen’s sweet pussy. “But unfortunately she seemed to know nothing of the King’s whereabouts.”

“Damn!” muttered Bairacali darkly.

“Don’t worry General, the King will be found, dead or alive.”

**

“Welcome back Jak, I hope you don’t mind that I’m indulging in your pretty young wife?” Thomas said casually, his cock still stuffed deep into Heather’s pussy.

Jak froze at the doorway a moment, the sight of his wife getting fucked right in front of him still sinking in. The woodcutter swallowed his anger, “Of course not, your highness. You are the King after all, what’s mine is yours.”

“Very good,” Thomas nodded in gratitude. He resumed his thrusts into Heather’s willing pussy as Jak put down his axe and stepped into the small kitchen. Thomas grunted as he thrust against the lovely woman, his balls slapping against her ass as he drove his cock repeatedly deep into her. “I normally would have asked to use her first,” Thomas said to Jak, breathing heavily with the effort of the sound fucking her was giving her. “But it’s been quite a troubling time for me.”

“I understand, your highness,” Jak said with a nod as he sat down at the table on the opposite side from where Thomas was fucking his wife.

Thomas drove Heather harder into the table, panting heavily now as he got closer to orgasm. “I must thank you for your hospitality Jak,” Thomas said with a grunt as Heather’s pussy clutched delightfully at his cock. “When I return to the throne I will make sure you are richly rewarded.”

“Thank you, your highness. I’m just doing my duty,” he said humbly, but inwardly he was smiling.

“Your wife is a great fuck,” Thomas moaned, chatting to Jak over his wife’s back.

Jak merely nodded as he watched his wife getting slammed by the King, the woodcutter’s own cock was stiffening slightly at the sight and he made a mental note to take his wife on the kitchen table after the King had left, it certainly looked like fun.

“Oh yes!” gasped Thomas, suddenly arching his back and burying his cock deep. He gave a deep, rumbling groan as his cock spasmed inside Heather, shooting deep within her. The King’s eyes rolled back as he humped against Heather’s ass, fucking the cum out of his cock and into her pussy. Heather moaned herself as Thomas came, she could feel the royal penis twitching and surging inside her. “Ahh, that’s it!” grunted Thomas, bucking against Heather and shunting the whole table towards Jak as he shot the last of his load into the woodcutter’s lovely wife. 

“Now I’m satisfied,” Thomas told Heather as he pulled out of her and gave her ass another slap.

**

Kristy’s hands were shaking as she folded the large white sheets. She had managed to steal a set of the King’s clothes from the clean laundry pile and stash them amongst some sheets in the corner of the laundry room, and moments later the guards had done another search of the laundry. Kristy had been scared out of her mind, but fortunately they were not looking for something so small and the stolen clothes were not discovered.

Now as she folded the sheet the soldiers that had searched the laundry were chatting directly outside the window. Despite her fear of discovery, Kristy listened carefully as they talked amongst themselves.




King Charming



“I thought the King had been killed?” the taller of the two guardsman said to the other.

“As far as we’re concerned he has been Lugo,” replied the other.

“Then why did Captain Menza tell us to find the King?” the guard called Lugo asked, from the way he spoke Kristy guessed that he wasn’t too bright.

“I don’t know,” the other guard said. “But our orders were to bring the King back in secret, and in chains. And I know better than to question Captain Menza’s orders.”

“Ain’t that the truth!” Lugo agreed. “But won’t we get in trouble for chaining up the King?”

“We just follow orders,” the smarter guard replied. “Come on, let’s head back to the barracks, the Serge said the war with the Amazon’s might be starting up again so we need to be ready to move at a moments notice.”

Kristy’s eyes widened slightly at this, it had been a huge day of celebration when it had been announced that King Thomas had arranged for the Amazon’s surrender. If the war was back on again then that was big news. Kristy dropped the half folded sheet and crept out of the laundry, following quietly behind the two guards so that she could hopefully learn more.

The guards went straight across the castle courtyard to the barracks building. Kristy made sure she kept a good distance between herself and them and tried to look as casual as possible. Once they had vanished inside the barracks she quickly ran around to the side of the building and tip toed up to the nearest window, hoping to overhear more information she could bring back to King Thomas.

As she reached the side window she heard one of the guards saying something about the General’s coronation. Kristy had only just squatted down to listen when a hand clamped roughly down on her shoulder. 

“You’re not supposed to be here!” growled the gruff voice of one of the guardsmen, the one called Lugo.

Kristy gasped in shock, almost screaming in fright as she gawked up at the lanky soldier.

“Well wench?” demanded Lugo, “Speak your business or I’ll have you locked up.” His eyes squinted slightly as he gazed down at her. “You’re the busty lass from the laundry aren’t you?” he said in recognition.

“Yes,” Kristy managed to quietly whisper as she found her voice. Now she was doomed. They would find out about the King and she was sure she would be hung.

“You’re not supposed to be over here by the barracks, what are you up to woman?” Lugo grilled her.

“I..ahh…” Kristy stammered fearfully.

“Were you following me?” Lugo’s eyes narrowed further.

“Yes,” Kristy admitted.

“What are you playing at wench?” growled Lugo.

“I...umm...I couldn’t help myself.”

“What? What are you saying?” the tall guard glared suspiciously down at her.

“I couldn’t help it,” Kristy repeated, it was the first excuse that popped into her head.

“You were spying on me?”

“Yes, it’s just…I like you…” Kristy said at last, praying the dumb guard would buy her story.

“You like me?” Lugo said in astonishment, that had been the last thing he’d expected. Pretty girls like Kristy had never paid much attention to the lanky soldier.

Kristy bit her lip in mock desire. “I’ve heard what they say,” Kristy told him.

“What who says?” Lugo asked in confusion.

“About your...you know,” Kristy’s eyes playfully glanced downwards.

Lugo didn’t catch her meaning. “What? My what?”

“You know,” Kristy repeated with a blush, she gingerly reached out and stroked the inside of the guard’s leg with one hand. “Your manhood.”

“My manhood?” Lugo said in surprise. “What…what do they say,” his eyes narrowing dangerously as he suspected the buxom girl was making fun of him.

“They say a man as tall of you is…is in proportion,” said Kristy with a wicked smile. She ran her soft hand up the inside of Lugo’s thigh, right to the juncture of his legs and dangerously close to his crotch.

Lugo almost choked in surprise. “Oh you think I’ve got a big cock?” he blurted out.

“Mmm,” moaned Kristy as seductively as she could, her hand slid higher and rubbed across the guard’s crotch. Lugo groaned slightly as the busty laundry girl’s hand cupped his crotch and squeezed firmly.

“So are the rumors true?” Kristy asked, her voice husky.

“Why don’t you take a look for yourself?” Lugo offered, grinning lecherously down at her.

Kristy shot the tall guard a wicked grin and then reached for the lacings of his trousers with both hands. She trembled slightly as she untied Lugo’s pants, pulling them open to see his cock spring free.

“Wow,” whispered Kristy breathlessly. Her quickly thought up story had turned out to be true, Lugo was massively endowed! Apparently the well-hung guardsman had enjoyed Kristy’s previous attentions as he was already stiff as a board, his thick cock rock hard and trembling. The wide-eyed laundry girl took the guards massive cock in her comparatively tiny hands and stroked up and down the rigid length of him. Other than King Thomas, and now Lugo, Kristy had not handled many cocks in her eighteen years, but of those few, Lugo’s was by far the biggest. Both of Kristy’s hands were not enough to cover the length of Lugo’s thick shaft, he was almost twice as big as the King!

“So what do you think?” Lugo asked, sporting a silly grin. Despite his lack of success with the ladies, he was very proud of his big dick. “Are the rumors exaggerated?” 

“Oh no,” whispered Kristy, subconsciously leaning in for a closer look at the hot length of Lugo’s mighty cock. “If anything they were understated.”

Lugo gave a low moan as Kristy’s wonderfully tender hands caressed his organ. He could feel her hot breath on him as she leant close to examine him. Kristy was completely absorbed in the impressive tool in her hands, so she didn’t notice Lugo drop a big meaty palm onto the top of her head at first. The buxom laundry maid had her full red lips mere inches from the glistening tip of Lugo’s gigantic cock, her hot breath teasing him maddeningly. Unable to resist the temptation, Lugo gave a sudden grunt of lust as he thrust his hips forward, stabbing the head of his cock against Kristy’s slightly parted lips. At the same time the hand on the top of her head, pulled her in against his crotch, causing the fat head of his erection to push past Kristy’s full lips and lodge into her mouth. 

Kristy gagged slightly at the sudden invasion, but was unable to stop Lugo pulling down harder on her head, his hard cock sliding across her wet tongue and pushing against the back of her mouth.

“Oh yeah that’s good!” groaned Lugo loudly.

“Mmphf!” Kristy protested, her voice muffled by the considerable mouthful of cock.

Lugo held the pretty laundry girls head in both his hands now and he lustfully thrust his huge cock into her mouth, stretching her lips wide about it’s girth. The guard moaned in pleasure as he started to saw his insistent manhood in and out of the girl’s mouth, driving deep with each rough thrust of his lips.

Kristy realized that the guard would not be put off, her best hope was to suck for all she was worth and get the lanky solider off as quickly as she could. At least he had not arrested her as a spy, she thought to herself as she struggled to breath around the soldier’s immense cock.

Lugo’s groans of lust got louder as he felt Kristy’s tongue start to slide around the underside of his cock as it drove repeatedly into her mouth. He was thrusting too hard and fast for her to match his movements, but she started to suck on the end of him each time he drew back for a thrust. Kristy moaned around the guards cock as he fucked her mouth, each time he plunged into her oral cavity his hairy balls slapped into the laundry maid’s chin.

The guard suddenly gave a grunt as his tall body arched and stiffened, his cock exploding straight into Kristy’s throat. The busty maid didn’t even need to swallow as Lugo clutched her head into his crotch and shot his load. The head of his cock was buried right inside her throat so that as his thick, sticky cum spurted it went straight down her throat into her stomach. Lugo moaned wildly as shot after shot of cum roped from the tip of his cock.

When he was finally done he collapsed back against the side wall of the barracks, his big cock popping out of Kristy’s abused mouth with a loud smacking sound.

“That was great baby,” groaned Lugo, wearing a silly grin.

Kristy was too busy catching her breath to reply. She glanced at his big cock, which hung half way to his knees, hardly able to believe she’d had the entire thing stuffed into her pretty little mouth. She hoped the King would be suitably grateful.

CHAPTER FOUR (IN THE HANDS OF THE ENEMY) Captain Menza touched the head of his throbbing erection to the puckered hole between the sorceress’s creamy white buttocks.

“No!” she gasped weakly in protest. “Not there, please!”

The soldier grinned cruelly, his cock trembling in anticipation, he was harder than he had ever been.

“Where did the King go sorceress?” he demanded, pressing forward slightly with his hips and causing the tip of his cock to press firmly against the magic users asshole. God it looks tight in their, Menza thought to himself as he dug his fingertips into the firm flesh of Carmen’s buttocks.

“I told you, I don’t know!” groaned Carmen as she felt him push ever further forward, the head of his cock, opening her back passage slightly. “Even if I did know I wouldn’t tell an asshole like you!” she spat with sudden rebellion. 

“You’re the one who should be worried about her asshole,” countered Menza. He shifted his grip on her hips and pushed further forward. The Captain let out a deep moan as his cock entered the sorceress’s wonderful tight ass. “And I’m going to enjoy it very much!”

Carmen cried out in pain as the Captain’s cock thrust deep into her ass.

**

After her run in with Lugo and his big cock, Kristy had hurried back to the laundry and gathered up the clothes she had stolen for Thomas. She then fled the castle and hurried home as fast as she could, she had much to tell the King.

When Kristy burst through the door and entered her home she was met with a rather surprising sight.

King Thomas sat in a comfortable chair taking a sip from a large mug of foaming ale. At his feet knelt Kristy’s stepmother Heather, who was busy sucking dutifully on the king’s cock, her head rapidly bobbing over the royals lap. Perhaps most surprising of all was Kristy’s father Jak, who was busy rushing around the kitchen in the fumbling attempt to cook dinner, seemingly unconcerned that his wife was on her knee’s giving Thomas a blowjob right in front of him.

“Kristy my dear,” Thomas greeted the stunned girl loudly. “Welcome home.” He reached for the top of Heather’s head, she had lifted her face up from Thomas’s lap to look in the direction of her stepdaughter. Thomas pulled her mouth back to his cock and gave a satisfied little moan as she took it back inside her mouth and resuming suckling on the erect organ.

“Hello everyone…” Kristy dubiously greeted the odd scene.

“Why don’t you kneel down here and help your mother out,” Thomas suggested to the buxom laundry maid, taking another sip from his ale.

Kristy looked down to where Heather’s head was rapidly moving over King Thomas’s cock and her jaw twinged in sympathy, still sore from being stretched around the massive girth of Lugo’s shaft. “I have news from the castle,” she announced, trying to avoid more cocksucking if she possibly could.

This seemed to get Thomas’s attention. “What have you learnt?” he asked eagerly. “Who was behind the attacks on me? Is it safe to return?”

“The guards search for you, your highness,” Kristy told him. “I overheard two of them speaking outside the laundry. Apparently the fact you are still alive is to be kept a secret, everyone thinks you are dead. But the guards were ordered by Captain Menza to have you found and brought back in chains.”

Thomas’s eyes widened at this. “In chains eh?” he growled, sitting up in his chair and slamming his mug of ale onto the table. “Menza you said?”

“Yes your highness,” Kristy replied meekly, her eyes downcast.

“Damn it!” yelled Thomas angrily, he reached down and grabbed a handful of Heather’s hair, yanking her mouth up off his cock. “Fuck, fuck, fuck!” he growled, shoving the obedient woman aside as he stood up and started pacing. “If Menza is involved then so is Bairacali most likely. This is not good news!”

“Yes,” Kristy confirmed, “I heard mention of the General’s coronation.” She blushed slightly as her thoughts briefly went to her run in with the soldier Lugo.

Thomas started storming back and forth in the small kitchen swearing, his penis still poked from the front of his pants, the still erect organ bobbing as he walked. “With my armies against me it would not be wise to return to the castle. Bairacali will burn in hell for this!”

“The soldier’s also said that the war with the Amazon’s has started again,” Kristy said. 

Thomas paused his pacing a moment as she said this. He frowned to himself and then resumed his angry stalking of the kitchen. “Very curious,” he murmured. “I wonder why the surrender fell to pieces. Perhaps that moron Bairacali fucked it up. But if my own armies have become my enemy and the Amazon’s are once again the enemy of Bairacali then perhaps I have a possible ally.”

“No!” gasped Jak from the side of the kitchen. He had stopped preparing dinner when Kristy had arrived home. “Surely you don’t intend to approach the Amazon’s!”

Thomas glared at the woodcutter. “I have little choice,” he snapped. “If I show my face at the castle I will be captured by Bairacali’s men, without an army at my back the situation is hopeless!” If he wasn’t the King it would almost look comical, the angry young man standing in the middle of the kitchen with his angry red cock poking out of his pants as he ranted and raved.

“But it’s too dangerous!” warned Jak. “The Amazon’s will surely kill you! You cannot run straight into the hands of the enemy.” If the King was killed then Jak and his family would never see their reward.

Thomas chuckled, “I am already in the hands of the enemy. In my very own city!” Jak chose not to reply as Thomas paced back and forth his mind racing. “Yes! I will form an alliance with the Amazon’s and then come back and crush Bairacali!” He turned to the worried looking woodcutter. “Tomorrow morning you will smuggle me out of town and I will journey to meet with the Amazon Queen. It will indeed be dangerous, but it is my only hope!”

“Yes, your highness,” Jak bowed his head in acquiescence, he sensed it would not be wise to argue with the King.

The King sat back down in his chair. “Heather, Kristy get over her and pleasure me while I plan my return to the throne!” he ordered, snapping his fingers at the two buxom women and pointing at his unsatisfied manhood.

**

“Anything in the cart?” asked the solider Lugo, who was on duty at the city gates the following day. His mind wasn’t exactly with him today, busy thinking about the wonderfully talented mouth of that laundry maid yesterday, and he was only performing his duty half-hearted.

“Just the crown jewels,” the woodcutter replied with a laugh.

Lugo chuckled at the man’s joke and waved him on through the gates without checking the back of his cart. The guard’s orders were to search everything that came through the gates, but he was too busy wondering if he would see young Kristy again.

“We’re through,” Jak hissed towards the back of the cart as he drove the horses along the road out of the city. The woodcutter had spent an uncomfortable night in his daughter’s small bed the previous night, while Thomas had shared the master bed with both Heather and Kristy. Jak would actually be rather glad to see the back of the King.

He drove the cart well outside the city to the edge of the northern-most forest before stopping and climbing down. “We’re here,” he whispered, pulling the cover off the back of the cart.

Thomas was lying on his back on a couple of sacks, wearing the richly embroidered robe that Kristy had brought back from the castle. Its gold leafed design and thick fabric were not exactly the most practical, but Thomas had refused Jak’s offer of traveling clothes. If I am to negotiate as King with the Amazons, then I must look the part, he had insisted.

“Excellent,” said Thomas, climbing off the cart. He picked up a small traveling sack that Heather had prepared for him, containing a blanket and enough food for the two day journey to the city of the Amazon’s.

“Keep safe your highness,” Jak said with a low bow.

Thomas smiled at the woodcutter. “Thank you for your hospitality Jak, without you and your family this horrible time would have been unbearable. I promise that when I return to the throne your generosity will be greatly rewarded.”

“I was merely doing my duty,” replied Jak, outwardly humble, but on in the inside he was rubbing his hands together with glee.

Thomas slapped him on the shoulder. “I must be off,” he said to the woodcutter. “You’re a lucky man Jak, that wife of yours has a very talented mouth.”

Jak smiled and blushed a little as the King departed. The woodcutter reached down and scratched his crotch, perhaps he should go home and remind himself of Heather’s talented mouth?

Thomas trudged into the forest, a small shiver running down his spine. Now that he was actually traveling alone towards the Amazon city his plan did not seem so great. For the first time ever King Thomas actually felt scared and unprotected. He cursed himself for not grabbing one of Jak’s axes to take along with him for protection. Still, with the impending war hopefully most of the bandits had fled the forests.

Thomas made good time, picking his way along the path through the forest until just before dusk. He made his camp in a small, grassy clearing, throwing his blanket on the ground and sitting down for a meal of bread and fruit that Heather had packed for him. As he munched on the rather plain food a gust of cold wind blew through the clearing sending a shiver through Thomas and he wished he had Heather’s curvy body to keep him warm tonight, or even Lady Valeria, he definitely missed the beautiful noblewoman’s willing mouth.

**

Lady Valeria had found herself experiencing another unpleasant case of déjà vu back in the castle. General Bairacali had summoned both her and Captain Menza to his quarters for a strategy meeting to discuss the revolt of the Amazon’s. Excited at the prospect of helping the two skilled warriors come up with a masterful stratagem, and finally having some real involvement in the kingdom, Valeria had rushed quickly to meet with the two soldiers.

Much to her dismay, she had no sooner arrived when Bairacali was unfastening his pants and offering his limp cock towards her reluctant mouth for some stimulation.

“It’ll help me think,” the General explained as Valeria unenthusiastically parted her lips and took his soft penis into her mouth, very aware of the lustful eyes of Captain Menza watching her submit to Bairacali. Little did she know the Captain had just emptied himself into Carmen the White’s lovely ass.

“That’s it, suck the King’s cock,” murmured Bairacali, stroking the top of Valeria’s head patronizingly as she started to slurp on his slowly growing cock. “Now where do we stand with the Amazon threat?” he asked, turning to his Captain.

“Unfortunately following King Thomas’s deal with the Amazon’s we withdrew much of our armies out of the lands of the Amazons,” Menza said to Bairacali. “The vast majority of the army is now back in the city, meaning that if the Amazon’s gather their armies before us then we will find ourselves on the defensive.”

Bairacali nodded at this, a small smile on his face showing that he was very much enjoying the blowjob Valeria was giving him. “Unfortunate,” he agreed, running his fingers through Valeria’s hair. The submissive noblewoman bobbed her head rapidly over the General’s lap as she felt him cock growing inside her mouth, quickly filling it. She hated being forced to suck cock in front of others, especially non-nobles such as the Captain.




King Charming



“But we still have far superior numbers,” Menza assured him. “So whatever the Amazon’s throw at us will be without any true threat to the Kingdom.”

“Good, and I assume there is still no sign of the King?”

“No.”

“It is of no matter, once we crush the Amazon’s for a second time I will negotiate my own peace treaty with them,” Bairacali said with a smile, his cock now fully erect inside Valeria’s warm mouth. “And I will get the Amazon’s lovely Queen on her knee’s servicing me like a common whore just like Thomas did.”

Valeria fumed slightly at the whore remark, that was just how she felt at that moment.

**

Thomas awoke with a yelp as something sharp was pricked into the soft skin of his throat. His eye’s snapped open and he found himself looking straight at the tip of a longsword.

“Wha…?” he mumbled in surprise, his mind still slightly befuddled from sleep. It had been a very cold and lonely night, Thomas had struggled to get any sleep at all and now, just as he had dropped off he’d been disturbed.

“Aren’t you a little richly dressed to be alone in the woods?” said the deep voice of the man holding the sword.

Thomas blinked in the bright morning light and focused on the man standing threateningly above him. He was dressed in rough, well-worn armor and had a battle scarred face covered with a bushy brown beard. His eyes were a cold blue and the expression he wore was grim, giving Thomas the impression that the man would accept no nonsense.

“I..I’m the King, how dare you threaten me!”

The man raised one eyebrow. “The King huh? Where’s your army then King?” he spat on the ground beside Thomas. “I’m afraid that I’m going to have to relieve you of all your money King Nothing.”

Thomas paled, the man was a bandit. “I..I don’t have any money,” he stammered, a sinking feeling filling his gut.

“A likely story,” scoffed the bandit. “First you say you are a king, now you say you are a pauper.”

“Please,” begged Thomas, “I have nothing of value.”

“You expect me to believe that? Why the robe you wear alone, is worth more than my house. Now enough games, hand over your purse and I’ll be on my way,” demanded the bandit, pressing the tip of his sword to Thomas’s throat once again. The King gasped and tried to hunch away from the blade.

“Search my bag, I have nothing!” insisted Thomas.

The bandit gave a sigh of disgust. “Very well. But if I find even a copper penny then I’ll have your head,” he warned severely.

The bandit kept the tip of his longsword aimed towards the King as he squatted down beside Thomas’s sack of food. He picked it up with one hand and flipped it over, shaking the entire contents out on the ground. Thomas winced slightly as the bandit kicked amongst the small pile of food with his muddy boot.

“Well your royal highness,” said the bandit mockingly. “It would seem that at least one part of your story is true, you are indeed penniless.”

“Yes, yes!” Thomas nodded quickly, perhaps he might survive this after all.

“If that is the case then I would have wasted my time,” said the bandit, still not lowering the point of his sword. “And I hate wasting my time.”

“Please, let me go,” implored Thomas.

“I’ll have those rich clothes of yours boy,” ordered the bandit.

“But…I have nothing else to wear.”

“Not my problem kid,” growled the bandit with little patience.

Deciding that nudity was better than death, Thomas quickly undressed and threw the richly decorated robe at the bandit’s feet. He now wished that he had taken up Jak’s offer of traveling clothes. It was a cool morning and the King suppressed a shiver as his bare flesh was exposed to the elements.

The bandit scooped up the robe and tossed it over his shoulder, at last lowering his weapon. The bandit then grabbed Thomas’s sack and blanket before giving a fair imitation of a mock, courtly bow. “Good day your Royal Highness and thanks for the clothes.” 

With that he was off, quickly disappearing into the trees. Thomas fought the urge to yell at the bandit that he would be back with an army, fearing the bandit might return. The naked King gave a sigh as he climbed to his feet. He grabbed one of the less muddy apples from the pile of spilled food and resumed his journey towards the Amazons.

“What a couple of days,” groaned Thomas. As he headed off, he had a long journey ahead.

**

Thomas trudged through the forest, stumbling on a tree-root and stubbing his bare toe painfully.

“Ah shit!” he swore, limping slightly in pain. His filthy feet were bruised and battered, a number of cuts on his bare soles.

“How the fuck did all this happen!” he swore again, shivering slightly. The afternoon was definitely getting colder, and the fact he was walking completely naked through the forest certainly didn’t help things.

It had not always been like this, Thomas contemplated to himself as he hiked onwards, yelping as his bare thigh brushed past a sharp bramble, drawing a thin line of blood. Once, not so long ago, Thomas would never have imagined himself in such a position. Thomas had been King. No, he corrected himself. He was still King.

**

Tired, cold, hurt and exposed, Thomas made his way through the forest as darkness began to descend. He knew he had to make it to the Amazon’s tonight, without clothes or shelter he had no hope of surviving the night. He stumbled along in a daze, hardly aware of his surroundings. 

Suddenly there was a crash and several spear tips thrust out through the bushes on both sides of Thomas. He squealed in fright, expecting more bandits.

“Who goes there?” demanded a voice from the bushes, it was a female’s voice, an Amazon.

Thomas held his hands up, showing he was unarmed, not that he had anywhere to hide a weapon anyway. “I come in peace, I am the King of the lands of men and I come to see your Queen.”

From the bush the Amazon stood up, she was tall and powerfully built, dressed like all the other Amazon’s in a leather halter and skirt, although this Amazon was quite flat-chested and barely needed the halter top to contain her small breasts. “You are the King?” she said with a laugh, eyeing up the naked man before her. Her eyes flicked down to Thomas’s crotch and her grin widened.

Thomas glanced down to where she was looking and saw that his penis was limp and tiny, shrunken to about an inch in length. “Hey! It’s cold out here!” he protested. 

The other Amazon warrior’s emerged from the bushes, all their spears leveled at the naked man.

“You are not the King, we will kill you,” the lead Amazon said.

“Wait!” said one of the Amazon’s from behind Thomas. “I know this man.”

Thomas turned and was somewhat surprised to see that he recognized the Amazon as well. She was the striking negotiator that had come to the castle to arrange the peace treaty, Thomas had bent her over his desk and given her a sound fucking.

“The man speaks the truth, he is the King,” the negotiator told the others, Thomas detected a hint of animosity in her voice, she was apparently not happy to see him.

“Take him to the Queen,” ordered the flat-chested leader of the Amazon hunting party.

Two of the Amazon stepped forward and grabbed Thomas, dragging him through the forest as the flat-chested Amazon led the way back towards their city. The Amazon city looked more like a village to Thomas as he was hauled along between the two towering women. The Amazon’s lived in a mixed collection of huts and tents, and Thomas was taken towards the center of the city where he was taken into the largest of the huts, which appeared to belong to the Queen of the Amazons.

He was ushered inside and forced to kneel before a large chair on a raised dais at the rear of the hut. Seated on the chair, her long, sleek legs crossed, was the Queen of the Amazons. She was even more beautiful than Thomas had remembered, the golden hair that framed her finely featured face seemed to shine in the dim torchlight and her piercing icy blue eyes seemed to cut right into Thomas’s soul. The Queen wore the same brown leather halter and skirt that the rest of her tribe wore.

“It would seem the tables are turned somewhat,” the Queen remarked, smiling slightly as she gazed down at the man kneeling naked in front of her.

Thomas did his best to swallow his pride, knowing that she spoke the truth and that this time the boot was on the other foot so to speak. “It would seem we have a common enemy Queen.”

She raised one eyebrow at this, “Oh?”

Deciding that honesty was the best policy at this point, Thomas went on to explain about the attempt on his life and the ensuing journey he made here to the Amazon city. “So you see,” he said at last. “It would seem that I need you as much as you need me.”

“We need you?” the Queen scoffed. “Unlikely a weak, naked boy would be of much use to me. What could you possibly offer me. From what you say it is this General that holds all the power of the men.”

“I understand the peace treaty is no more?” said Thomas, praying that Kristy had been right in what she’d overheard.

The Queen glared blackly at the Amazon negotiator who currently stood at the back of the meeting hall behind Thomas. “Yes, that is true.”

“Your armies still stand no chance against Bairacali,” said Thomas, he saw the Queen start to protest the fact but held up his hand. “I know you are proud Queen, but history will repeat itself without my help. I can help you kill Bairacali.”

The Queen laughed, “How will one sword aid my armies?”

“Not my sword Queen. I know how to get into the castle undetected. All I need is a small force of your warriors, whilst you lay siege to the city and distract Bairacali, I will enter through the secret entrances into the castle and kill Bairacali,” Thomas said passionately, his eyes afire with revenge.

The Queen considered this a moment, she uncrossed and crossed her legs, briefly giving Thomas an unconscious flash of her bare pussy. “Hmm, what you say has merit. But once Bairacali is defeated you will be back in power.”

“We will renegotiate the peace treaty, with more favorable terms for your people,” said Thomas.

“With your army at your back you will once again deal unfairly,” accused the Queen.

“Then we will negotiate now,” offered Thomas.

The Queen smiled at this. “You will give us back all of our lands, return our gold and their will be no slaves changing hands, especially not any of my warriors.”

Thomas’s jaw stiffened slightly. “You can have half of your lands back and half of your gold. And we will take the male slaves.”

“I could have you killed right now,” the Queen murmured threateningly.

Thomas sighed, the tables had indeed turned. “Very well,” he reluctantly agreed.

The Queen smiled broadly, her beautiful face lighting up. “Excellent!” she uncrossed her long legs and swung one over the arm of her chair. Thomas’s eyes widened slightly as he was afforded a great view of her naked pussy. “Now we will seal the deal,” said the Queen.

“Excuse me?” Thomas murmured in surprise, tearing his gaze out from under her skirt.

“You will eat my pussy and we will seal the deal in the same manner our last agreement was settled,” the beautiful Amazon licked her lips and smiled down wicked at the naked King of the men.

Thomas almost laughed aloud at the irony of the situation as he crawled forward towards the feet of the Amazon Queen. I suppose I brought this on myself, he decided as he reached her chair and looked up between the Queen’s spectacular thighs. Her pussy was slightly moist and glistened in the torchlight, perhaps this would not be so bad, Thomas decided and he placed a hand on each of the Queen’s knees and leant in towards her.

The Queen gave a deep moan of satisfaction as King Thomas buried his face between her parted thighs. Revenge was so sweet. She groaned and reached down, running her fingers through Thomas’s hair as his tongue snaked out and slide up the length of her slit. Thomas mumbled slightly into her snatch, his tongue flicking back and forth over the moist lips of her pussy and upward to toy with her clit.

She didn’t taste too bad Thomas decided as he sucked the bud of the Queen’s clit into his mouth and ground his chain against her pussy at the same time, his stubble tickling her and extracting a deep throaty groan from her. Thomas’s tongue flicked at the Queen’s clit repeatedly till she undulating on her throne, then he slid lower, once again licking the length of her slit before finally pushing his tongue right up into her pussy as deep as it could reach.

“Oh yes!” gasped the Queen aloud, reaching down to grab Thomas’s head and pull him harder into her crotch, grinding herself into his face. Thomas struggled a little to breath, his whole face smothered between the Queen’s creamy thighs. At least when he face fucked a girl she could breath through her nose Thomas though to himself as he struggled with the face full of Amazon pussy.

Deciding the best approach was to get her off as quickly as possible, Thomas began to rapidly stab his tongue in and out of the Queen’s cunt, rubbing his nose back and forth over her clit at the same time. The Queen groaned loudly, pulling at Thomas’s hair as she rode his face, the other Amazon’s in the hut were a little surprised that a mere man could cause such a reaction, normally they were only used for procreation, not pleasure. However it was not so much Thomas’s oral skills that had the Queen turned on, in truth most of the Amazon’s were better. It was the feeling of power to have such a powerful royal on his knee’s servicing her that turned her on, the exact feeling that Thomas had experienced when the Queen had come to his court to seal their original treaty.

With a sudden scream the Amazon Queen came, her whole body thrashing on her throne as she yanked Thomas’s face into her crotch. Thomas held onto her legs and just did his best to ride her orgasm out. She last for a full minute, tugging and pulling on his head as he struggled to breathe. When she finally finished cumming, Thomas pulled his head up from between her thighs, gasping for air. His face was sticky with her cum and he could still taste her on his tongue.

“It seems we have a deal,” murmured the Queen, panting slightly from the exertion.

CHAPTER FIVE(WAR!) King Thomas was taken to one of the huts not too far from the Queen’s by the Amazon Negotiator.

“You can sleep in here,” the beautiful negotiator told him, “The armies will march tomorrow at dawn, make sure you are ready.”

Thomas grabbed a blanket from the bed and wiped his sticky face. “Are you going to stay to keep my bed warm?” he asked the Amazon with a sly grin.

The negotiator noted with some disgust that the naked King’s penis was beginning to rise. “You’ve got to be kidding?”

“Your Queen’s lovely thighs got me somewhat excited,” murmured Thomas, walking forward towards the Amazon, taking his cock in his hand and stroking it’s growing length.

The Amazon looked down at the King’s cock with revulsion, remembering very clearly the way she had been forced over his desk and fucked with that thing. “You have no power naked King,” she said with a scowl.

Keeping one hand on his cock, Thomas reached up and stroked the negotiator’s soft cheek, “Surely you don’t believe that my dear,” he said softly. “Without my help your armies stand no chance against the Bairacali. I am certain that your Queen would not be happy to learn that the new lucrative peace treaty she had just arranged was ruined due to the lack of generosity from a certain negotiator.”

The Amazon paled slightly at this, remembering the rage of her Queen when she had learned that the original deal was off and the war had resumed. “I…” stammered the negotiator, not sure how to reply, her original boldness completely gone.

Thomas traced his hand down from her cheek and stoked his fingertips over the considerable swells that filled the Amazon’s leather halter-top. “It is only fair,” he told her, cupping a full breast in one hand. “After all, it was your Queen that got me in such an aroused state, you are obliged to satisfy me.” Thomas lifted his other hand to her breasts, taking one in each hand and squeezing them firmly through her top, kneading the lovely round melons.

“I will let you take your pleasure,” the Amazon said at last. “But I will take no pleasure in it.”

Thomas smiled, he pushed her halter up over her big tits, letting them pop free. “I do not care about your pleasure,” he said, seizing the large orbs of flesh and squeezing them excitedly, her top bunched up around her neck.

The King pushed the Amazon negotiator backwards onto the bed and fell on top of her, immediately burying her face between the luscious spheres of her big tits. He gave a mumbled groan of lust, his tongue sliding hungrily up the length of her deep cleavage, enjoying the way the swelling flesh pressed warmly against his face. Thomas’s tongue traced a circle around the warrior woman’s right nipple, before sucking the bud eagerly into his mouth. He much preferred feasting on breasts than pussy Thomas decided as he slurped noisily, at the same time grinding his hard cock against the Amazon’s soft thigh.

He drew back, leaving the negotiator’s breasts glistening with his saliva and his own face flushed with arousal. Thomas once again took hold of his cock, now hard as a rock, he gave it a couple of rapid tugs and then lined the head up with the Amazon’s tight vagina, pushing up beneath her short leather skirt. “I remember this,” he breathed, giving a low grunt as he slowly pushed himself upward into his reluctant bedmate. “Oh yesss!” he gasped, his hard cock smoothly enveloped in her warmth.

The Amazon gasped as the man-king started to stroke against her, the familiar feel of his thick cock filling her cunt. Thomas pumped hard, fast and deep, his hips slapping between her thighs with each thrust.

“This is just what I needed after a long journey and a humiliating visit with your Queen,” groaned Thomas, fucking the Amazon negotiator fiercely. His butt pumping rapidly between her legs, Thomas leant down and captured her left nipple between his teeth, biting down and causing her to gasp in surprise.

King Thomas withdrew from the negotiators cunt, she gasped at his sudden exit as he moved further up her body, his cock leaving a glistening trail of precum up across her flat stomach. Thomas reached her chest, straddling her as he dropped his hard cock between her big tits. The King took a big breast in each hand, giving them a quick fondling before pressing the large, soft pillows together around his cock, forming a tight sheath to fuck.

“This is great!” he moaned enthusiastically as he started to fuck the busty Amazon’s tits, his cock sliding back and forth between the fleshy mounds. Thomas pressed the orbs tightly against the sides of his cock, slamming himself as hard and fast into her chest as he had her pussy. Each time he thrust forward the head of his cock shot up through the top of the Amazon’s cleavage. “Your tits feel superb around my cock!” groaned Thomas as he titty-fucked her vigorously, her breasts jiggling wildly with each thrust of his cock.

As he pumped at her tits, Thomas continued to squeeze and knead the large orbs that filled his hands, sinking his fingers deep into the firm, resilient flesh. Thomas shuffled up a little further so he was directly astride her chest and started to fuck her tits with long strokes of his cock. On the up-stroke the head of his cock jutted up under the negotiator’s chin. “You should negotiate like this all the time,” he moaned as he thrust himself between her immense tits. “You’d have got a much better deal from Bairacali like this I’m sure,” he added with a laugh.

Thomas stopped his thrusts once again, his balls by now really churning. He moved further up the prone Amazon’s body, straddling her face. The Amazon’s eyes went slightly wide as the shiny head of his cock touched her lips and she realized what he intended.