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Queen Charming Ch. 01

By: GeorgeTasker



King Thomas gave a drunken roar of laughter and beer spurted from his mouth as one of his many courtiers's told a particularly ribald joke. Old King Thomas had ruled the Kingdom for over twenty five years, since his surprising ascent to the throne following his father's death at a rather young age.

The feasting and drinking were in full swing in the royal meeting chamber, something of a regular occurrence in the many long years of Thomas's rule. To the King's left sat Queen Brianna, rolling her eyes in disgust at her husband's bawdy behaviour. The Queen was dressed in an emerald green gown that looked absolutely stunning. Her flawless features and long blonde hair, not to mention her enticingly curved figure and generous cleavage had given her the reputation as one of the most beautiful women in the kingdom. She was in her mid-thirties but still outshone almost every other lady of the court.

In her youth Brianna had been known as the Flower of Rhoyne, the most precious asset of her father, Duke Khalan's, dukedom. She was said to be the mostly beautiful women in the world. Brianna's hand had been gifted to King Thomas in exchange for an alliance between the Kingdom and Khalan's much smaller, independent dukedom. Brianna had only been eighteen at the time, but Thomas, more than a dozen years her senior, had instantly fallen in lust for dazzling, young beauty.

King Thomas had always been renowned for his veracious sexual appetite, he was even known for taking his more attractive noblewomen advisors right in the middle of holding court. Upon his marriage to the radiant Flower of Rhoyne his reputation diminished somewhat, but although King Thomas's public dalliances declined, the newly crowned Queen Brianna was not foolish enough to believe her husband monogamous. 

The party was in full swing, sitting opposite Brianna was Lord Athan, one of the more powerful and trusted members of the Kingdom's nobility. The nobleman was well into his cups, his lips stained with red wine as he grabbed one of the serving girls and was busily trying to explore the generous contents of the inside of her bodice. Even Vania, the ambassador from the nearby Amazon tribes was getting into the spirit of the feast. The six and half foot tall, statuesque blonde had grabbed a young attendant by the belt and had her hand stuffed down the front of his trousers, fondling the heavily blushing servant.

"Well gentlemen, it has been another evening of excellent conversation," announced King Thomas as he lurched unsteadily to his feet and slammed his mug of beer down on the table in front of him. He turned to his sexy wife, Brianna, and pulled her to his feet. "Enough drinking for me, it is time to indulge in some other pleasures!"

Brianna shrieked in surprise as the King threw her over his shoulder and staggered out of the room, patting her on her shapely arse as he carried her off towards their bedchamber. 

There was a slight cheer from the rowdy feasting hall as they departed.

The Queen rolled her eyes as the King carted her off to bed. The middle aged royal had an incessant sexual appetite, but fortunately for Brianna, who wasn't particular attracted to her overweight husband, these days he more often than not took his sexual pleasures elsewhere. In fact, his visits to her bed were much rarer than the early days of their marriage. However, whenever she was forced to suffer his boorish touch, Brianna tried to endure things with as much patience as she could muster, after all, it was her duty to please the king. When they were first married he had reminded her of that fact often, usually just prior to pushing her head down into his lap or sticking his cock into her ass.

King Thomas threw his beautiful wife face down on the bed and yanked the hem of her long green gown up around her waist, revealing her long slim legs and shapely posterior. He fumbled at his own pants and dropped them down around his ankles, before climbing forward and straddling her perfect round ass.

Thomas reached down and guided the tip of his already erect royal member between Brianna's parted thighs and gave a grunt of satisfaction as he pushed himself up into her cunt from behind, pinning her to the bed. The King wasn't well known for his prolonged foreplay these days; usually he jumped straight to the fucking. Of course, Brianna wasn't too worried about that, the thought of leaning under the royal beer belly and sucking on the royal cock didn't appeal to her in the slightest and she was actually quite grateful for the King's aversion to foreplay.

"Ah!" the Queen cried out as her coarse husband thrust into her, his cock surging deep inside her despite the rather awkward angle.

The King's belly shook as he started to rut against his beautiful wife, slamming his hard cock into her from behind. His breathing quickly became fast and shallow as the out of shape royal became tired.

"You go on top," he instructed his wife as he pulled out of her and lay back on the bed, breathing heavily with his cock pointing skywards, slick with their combined juices.

Brianna rolled her eyes, hardly impressed with her husband's stamina. She got up, holding her dress up around her waist and straddling her prone king. She reached down and guided his erection back into her pussy and slowly lowered herself down on him.

"That's good!" murmured King Thomas, his breathing still fast and heavy. He immediately reached up and squeezed Queen Brianna's lovely big tits through her dress, letting the large melons fill his palms. He then yanked down on the front of her dress, ripping the material as her big breasts popped free, ruining the bodice of her expensive gown.

Brianna began to ride him, bouncing on his hard cock as she closed her eyes in mock arousal and he roughly played with her ample tits. Her thoughts drifted as she imagined she was riding the hard cock of a brave and handsome young knight rather than her middle aged husband, and her hand slipped down between her firm, creamy thighs and started to stroke her clit.

She was just starting to get into things when the King suddenly gave her nipples a particularly hard pinch. Her eyes opened as she saw Thomas arch his back on the bed and his cock lurched inside her.

"Argh!" groaned Thomas, his lustful grunt actually sounded more like a gurgle. His hands dropped away from her bust, falling to his sides as his eyes rolled back in head.

Brianna rolled her hips, grinding her cunt down hard on his stiff erection in an effort to push him over the edge.

Thomas lay still, his tongue poking out slightly from between his lips, a dribble of saliva running from the corner of his motionless mouth.

Something was wrong. "Thomas?" asked Brianna aloud, stopping riding his dick.

The Queen reached out, touching her husband's mouth. She couldn't feel his breath against her hand.

"Thomas?" she repeated, a little louder and slightly anxious now.

She slapped his chest. No response.

"Thomas!" it was more an alarmed shriek now. Her husband was dead.

Queen Brianna was a deathly pale as she lifted herself up off the corpse's cock, her pussy making a slight squelching noise.

The King was dead!

Long live the Queen!?

***

Bishop Davidian tightened his grip on his assistant's hair and pushed his cock deeper into her throat, causing her to gag slightly. The pretty young priestess, Sister Cathlen, breathed through her nose as the Bishop drove his cock lustfully into her mouth, face fucking her vigorously.

The Bishop was standing in the centre of his office and his lovely assistant was on her knees at his feet. They were both still wearing their priestly robes, although the skirts of Davidian's deep crimson robe was hiked up around his waist, his skinny white legs and thrusting genitals exposed.

"That's good Sister," he moaned, the golden chains of his office jingling as he slammed his cock repeatedly between her lovely full lips and his balls slapped against her chin. It was for Cathlen's talented tongue and seemingly bottomless throat that he'd chosen her as his assistant.

Suddenly there was a loud knock at the door.

"Bishop!" called a deep voice from the other side.

Davidian paused a moment, his cock still half buried in his assistant's mouth. "What is it?" he snapped in irritation. "I told you not to disturb me."

"It's an emergency, the king is dead!" replied the voice, a note of panic evident in the speakers tone.

***

It had been a sleepless night for Queen Brianna. Even after the pandemonium and panic which followed the death of the king had somewhat quietened down, she had been unable to get back to sleep. Every time she closed her eyes she imagined the king's dead prick pushing it's way into her cunt.

The King's body had been taken by the church, and members of the Inquisition were busy investigating the cause of Thomas's demise. Brianna herself wasn't too sure how she felt about this sudden change of circumstances. She hadn't exactly been madly in love with her pig of a husband, but at the same time they'd been together for many years, and he'd always been good to her. The only things about him that she disliked were his wandering eye and his lack of attention to her pleasures in the bedroom.

Now Thomas was gone, and it seemed that for once Brianna herself was in charge. It was hard to believe, but for once she was the master of her own destiny. Her whole life she had been controlled by men. First her father, Duke Khalan, who'd treated her as an asset to be married off to gain him power, and then by her husband Thomas, who'd treated her as an object for his sexual gratification. Now she was free of such oppression.

As it happened, her father was her first visitor that morning.

Duke Khalan, ruler of Rhoyne, neighbour to Thomas's kingdom and one of the most powerful and wealthy men in the land, second only to the now deceased King Thomas in fact, was a stern and forceful man. Khalan had always ruled his daughter, much as he did his own Dukedom, with an iron fist. His word was law, and Brianna had always respected and feared her father.

"Lord Athan has left the city already," remarked Duke Khalan, his voice cold and calm. "And I would not be surprised if more of the nobles follow him."

"He's probably plotting something," remarked Brianna rather sourly. She'd never liked the old nobleman, the stare he usually gave her was creepy, like he was undressing her with his eyes.

"Of course he is," snapped her father irritably. "He clearly isn't happy about your sudden elevation to power."

Brianna swelled up a little at this. She was in charge of the kingdom now. "He'll have to get used to it!"

Her father ignored her, "We need to ensure we have allies and our hold over the throne is secure."

"You don't think Lord Athan would actually try to usurp me?" asked Brianna in surprise.

"I wouldn't put it past the old bastard," replied Duke Khalan. "Without an heir, your marriage to Thomas can be quickly forgotten. Our position is very tenuous!"

"But I am the Queen!" protested Brianna. She didn't like the way this conversation was going. The idea of threats to her position was one that hadn't even crossed her mind.

"We need allies!" growled Khalan vehemently. "You will need to remarry Brianna. And soon."

The Queen's eyes went wide at that comment. She'd put up with Thomas's boorish groping for years and now that she was free of the yoke of a husband and finally had some power of her own, she had no intention of giving it all up and having another snorting beast of a man rutting between her perfect thighs. "I will not!" she protested angrily.

Her father gave her a cold stare. "You will do as I say. The political gain from marrying you off is far too valuable to forego, just to avoid inconveniencing you. I will find you a suitable husband, one that can ensure we remain on the throne."

Brianna bit her lip and scowled angrily at the prospect, but her obedience to her father was too ingrained for her to argue the point any further.

"Baron Manfred would be a good choice," murmured the Duke thoughtfully.

Brianna sneered at that. Manfred was about fifty years old, and he was a skinny, snivelling worm as far as she was concerned. Weak and cowardly. The only thing he had going for him was huge wealth and a large force of soldiers in his home city, Firestone. 

"Of course you will need to ensure you don't make the same mistake you did with Thomas," remarked Duke Khalan.

"And what was that?" snapped Brianna. This conversation with her father seemed to be going from bad to worse.

"Make sure Manfred gets you with child. And quickly."

Brianna grimaced at even the thought getting anywhere near the frail and no doubt small cock of Baron Manfred of Firestone. "He's probably to old and fragile to even get it up," she scoffed.

A look of anger flashed across Duke Khalan's face and his hand shot out, roughly gripping Brianna's right tit through her dress. Brianna gasped, first in shock, and then pain as her father cruelly pinched and twisted her nipple through the silk of her gown.

"That's what these things are for," he growled, his voice low and dangerous. "You will marry Baron Manfred and you will make sure he gets you pregnant with an heir within the year."

Duke Khalan gave his daughter's ample breast one last squeeze before he dropped away his hand.

"I have arrangements to make," he snapped offhandedly as he headed for the door. "Make sure you put on a good show at the funeral today."

Brianna stared after her father as he left, pale and shaking in a mix of fear and anger. Perhaps being the Queen wasn't going to be quite the liberation she'd expected.

***

Unsurprisingly the King's funeral was a sombre occasion. King Thomas had ruled the Kingdom over many decades of peace and the realm had prospered throughout his rule. Even their ongoing war with the Amazon tribes had been brought to an end under the King's rule.

Nobility from all over the Kingdom was in the capital city for the funeral, and the funeral went without a hitch. Bishop Davidian presided over affairs and a number of nobles spoke about the glory of their king, as well as heaping praise upon their new ruler, Queen Brianna, who was very brave and noble in the aftermath of her husband's tragic end.

The funeral was followed by long hours of feasting and toasting that went on well into the early hours of the morning, and the following day, there were more than a couple of painful hangover's being nursed.

The investigation into King Thomas's death had been swift and shallow, with the church's Inquisition declaring Thomas had died of natural causes, his heart giving up on him as he slept.

Queen Brianna however, didn't believe a word of it. Her husband had been fit and healthy, and strong as an ox. He was not the sort of man to keel over and die just because he was sticking his prick into a beautiful woman. For some reason, she herself wasn't even certain of her own motivation; she was determined to reveal the truth.

***

Tessa, Queen Brianna's personal maid and lady in waiting was a stunningly beautiful, curvaceous redhead that frequently turned heads around the castle. However, she was currently standing naked in Bishop Davidian's office, offering herself up to the elderly religious leader.

"I was promised the Queen herself," murmured the Bishop, seated behind his desk. Despite his disappointment, he couldn't help but admire the flawless beauty of the beautiful young maid, not to mention the sinful curves of her completely nude body, right down to the excitingly flame coloured thatch of hair between her long, sleek legs.

"Queen Brianna said that she will come to you and perform her side of the deal," explained Tessa. "But right now it is too risky. She said that in the meantime you can have me. Any way you want."

Bishop Davidian raised his eyebrow at this, his complaints apparently silenced. "Anything?"

"Sure," agreed the sexy redhead with a shrug, her ample breasts jiggling enticingly at the movement causing the priest to lick his lips in appreciation.

"Come over here and sit on my knee," said Davidian, completely forgetting his lust for the seductive Queen Brianna for the time being.

The naked maid made her way around the Bishop's desk and perched her perfect bottom on his lap as he put one arm around her waist.

"I trust the Queen will not keep me waiting too long," said Davidian as he reached up and cupped one of Tessa's big tits, giving the ample breast a firm squeeze.

Tessa bit her lower lip as Davidian began to grope her perfect boobs, his fingers sinking deep in the large pillows of flesh as he squeezed and fondled. He gave her nipples a hard pinch and a twist, and then slipped his hand down across her flat stomach and ran his fingertips through her red pubic hair.

"Very nice," he noted, before leaning down and sucking one hard nipple into his mouth, his tongue sliding all over the expanse of her big breasts. As the priest nuzzled at Tessa's perfect breasts, he ran two fingers across the slit of her vagina and then slid them smoothly up inside her, causing her to gasp softly at the intrusion.

He gave her nipple a playful bite and then turned her face away from him and pulled her ass in close, so that she was sitting right over his swelling crotch. Tessa took the hint and began to grind herself back against the bishop's erection, using her gorgeous bottom to stir his cock to life.

As she humped back against him, his hands were back on her big tits, squeezing, fondling and groping the ample jugs. 

After a couple of minutes Davidian gave Tessa's boobs once last hard squeeze and then pushed her up off his lap. 

She stood leaning against the Bishop's desk with her back turned towards him as he stood up and hurriedly shrugged off his red priests robe. Beneath he was naked, his aroused cock jutting skywards, brought to life by the naked redhead in front of him.

"I think you know what I want," murmured Davidian as he reached out and cupped her left buttock in his palm. He gave her ass a squeeze.

"Of course," replied Tessa cooperatively. She leant forward over Davidian's desk and reached behind her, grabbing her buttocks and pulling them apart, opening up her ass for the Bishop's hard cock.

"Perfect," breathed Bishop Davidian as he stepped forward and guided the trembling tip of his hard cock into Tessa's perfect ass. The pretty redhead gasped as the old priest stuffed his hard prick into her bum.

Davidian grabbed Tessa's hips and pushed a little harder, wedging more of his thick cock inside her. He gave a moan of pleasure at the tightness of her ass around his hard shaft as he began to slowly rock his hips, sliding his cock in and out of the voluptuous maid.

"I can't wait until I get to bugger the Queen like this," he murmured as he started to fuck Tessa's ass with more vigour. "Holy God you're tight!" he cursed.

Tessa moaned as the horny priest pumped her ass and she pushed back to meet each of his thrusts, letting his cock sink deeper into her each time. Tessa wasn't a stranger to anal; in fact the now deceased king had even used her ass a number of times in the past.

It didn't take too long before Tessa's lithe young body writhing on his dick was too much for the dirty old priest. His body tensed and he thrust deep into Tessa's ass and let out a loud cry of unrestrained pleasure.

Bishop Davidian's hips lurched as he pumped the busty maid's ass full of cum.

"Consider yourself blessed my child," he said as he pulled his spent penis out of her tight ass.

***

Brianna was raging. Her husband had just died, under strange and mysterious circumstances, and as far as she could tell, no one seemed very interested in finding out the truth. And despite Brianna's sudden rise to power, she still felt like she had no control over her life, with her father, Duke Khalan, seeming to pull all the strings.


Queen Charming Ch. 01



Her father's rule was most evident at this very moment, as she sat at her wedding feast beside her new husband -- the scrawny, meek and bookish Manfred Firestone, lord of the eastern part of the realm and liege to one of the largest armies in the kingdom.  

Brianna's father had insisted on her marriage to the timid, middle aged nobleman, to ensure that the old man's powerful family remained her ally. It seemed that at the moment allies were somewhat thin on the ground.

Brianna's bitter machinations were interrupted by her brand new husband patting her hand, she turned and Manfred gave her a sickly weak smile, before his gaze unsubtly dropped to her expansive cleavage and the older man licked his thin lips.

The Queen gave a sigh, she supposed she should count her blessings. Manfred was clearly not a boorish hulk as her previous husband had been. He was weak and easily controlled and although they were now married it was her that was the Queen, as her consort he had no real power himself. Their marriage was purely to unite their families and nothing more.

Duke Khalan had spent most of the wedding feast moving around the room, speaking with various noblemen and ensuring they still had support. He spoke briefly with a Baron from one of the Northern provinces and then moved over to stand behind Brianna, leaning close to whisper into her ear as she took a long swallow of wine.

"Make sure you get with child quickly daughter," he hissed into her ear. "I want this marriage sealed as soon as possible. We need the support of the Firestone's."

Brianna's heart sank, having Manfred's slimy hands crawling over her was the last thing she wanted.

"Yes father," she murmured in reply, trying to conceal her grimace.

The rest of the wedding feast went by in a blur. Brianna's pathetic worm of a husband made a brief toast, as did her father. Then, before she knew it, Brianna was standing alone in her bedchamber with her new husband. The moment she had been dreading.

"You look very beautiful," murmured Manfred, breaking the uncomfortable silence. He looked very nervous and Brianna doubted that he had ever been with a woman despite the fact he was almost twenty years older than her.

The Queen sighed. "Well, it is our wedding night so I expect we'd best get on with things," she announced in a matter of fact tone. She was used to her former husband having his way with her body, so she knew that she could endure whatever Manfred wanted of her.

"G...get on with things?" Manfred stammered.

Brianna rolled her eyes, it was clear that he was not going to take the initiative here, which was quite unlike her dead king.

"Yes. I do assume you want to fuck?" 

Manfred's eyes were wide. "Ah... you are very beautiful Queen Brianna, truly you are the Flower of Rhoyne."

Brianna remembered the way Manfred had been ogling her cleavage all evening throughout the feast, it seemed as good a place to start as any. She reached up and started to unlace the bodice of her wedding dress. "Do you like my breasts?" she asked, faking a seductive smile in an effort to bring her shy husband to life.

Manfred swallowed as she stepped closer, the front of her bodice falling open and giving him a perfect view of her ample breasts, and impressive cleavage, her nipples barely hidden. "You have beautiful bosoms," he managed to squeak.

Brianna was almost ready to give up on the timid little man, but she remembered her fathers words, it was essential that she consummate this marriage tonight. She reached out and grabbed Manfred's right hand and lifted it to her chest. The middle aged nobleman gave a small peep of excitement as she guided his hand inside the front of her dress and pressed it against her bare breast.

"Oh my," he breathed, his voice quivering with fear and excitement as he felt the hard jut of Brianna's stiff nipple against his palm. Emboldened by his new wife's encouragement he gave her large breast a gentle squeeze, marvelling at the firmness of the ample orb and the sheer size of it. Brianna had been correct in her estimation; Baron Manfred was doubtless still a virgin.

The nobleman gave a moan of appreciation as he gave Brianna's big jug another squeeze, a little harder now as he seemed to realize she was not about to slap him for groping her. His hand slid across to her left breast which he also cupped and squeezed, as if testing how it compared to the right one.

Encouraged by the small signs of interest from Manfred, as he felt her breasts, she reached out and cupped his crotch, feeling a definite hardness there.

"So I see you do like me after all?" she murmured as she rubbed his stiffness through his pants. He didn't feel all that big, but at least he was hard.

"You're beautiful!" murmured Manfred as he pinched one of the Queen's nipples.

"Let's get undressed and fuck then," she said, eager to get things over with. This certainly seemed like a lot more effort than putting up with old King Thomas's rutting had been.

Manfred reluctantly let go of Brianna's boobs and hurriedly started to strip out of his clothes as she did the same. His body was scrawny and pale, just as Brianna had suspected and his almost concave chest had a thin layer of grey hair all over it. Between his skinny legs, Manfred's cock was quite small, but it was currently stiff and pointed straight out towards his beautiful bride.

Brianna lay back on the bed and beckoned her husband over to her, her sleek, well toned thighs parted and ready for him.

The thin nobleman climbed onto the bed, his hands shaking with nervousness as he moved between Brianna's parted legs, his bony hips digging into her inner thighs. He gave one of her big tits a quick squeeze and then wiggled his hips, trying to slide his cock into his sexy new wife. 

"Is it in?" Brianna felt nothing as Manfred squirmed on top of her and she briefly wondered if it was just that he had a tiny dick.

"Not yet," he replied, reached down between their bodies and fumbling around with his prick.

Brianna sighed impatiently and pushed away his hand, reaching down between his legs to guide his cock into her. To her surprise his previously erect penis now felt soft and rubbery in her hand.

"It's gone soft," she said in surprise with a frown of annoyance. The beautiful Queen had never had a cock go soft on her before, but then again, she'd never slept with an old man like Manfred. She started to stroke the limp organ in her soft hand in an attempt to bring it back to life.

"Sorry," mumbled Manfred uneasily as he awkwardly lay on top of her and she rubbed away at his flaccid member.

"Suck on my tits," suggested Brianna, using her other hand to pull his face down into her bosom as she remembered how her big breasts had previously turned on the weedy nobleman.

Manfred enthusiastically did as he was told, slurping one of Brianna's hard nipples between his lips and sucking eagerly. He moaned and pressed his face into her big tits, flicking at her nipple with his tongue.

"It's not working," Brianna announced after a few minutes of fumbling at his cock and him dribbling and drooling all over her tits. "Roll over."

Manfred climbed off her and lay back on the bed as she took the initiative. Even the mere thought of sucking on her pathetic new husband's cock made Brianna's skin crawl, but she was desperate to get him hard and it was the only trick that came to mind. She actually yearned for her former husband's rapid fire fucking at this point, Manfred was proving to be a lot of work, and dirty work at that.

"Oh my!" gasped Manfred as he watched Brianna bend down over his lap and felt her warm breath on his crotch. Was the stunningly beautiful Queen really going to put his penis in her pretty mouth?

Queen Brianna grimaced as she got up close and personal with the scrawny nobleman's groin. His small cock was completely soft and flaccid, lying lifelessly on his thigh, the tip glistening with a drop of precum, no doubt from his previously aroused state. 

Brianna gingerly reached out and took hold of his soft penis with one hand, holding it between her thumb and forefinger. In it's unaroused state his dick looked even smaller than she'd first thought, barely a couple of inches. She used the thumb of her other hand to wipe away the sticky precum from the tip of his cock. The Queen took a deep breath and then leant down, reluctantly opening her lips and putting her hot mouth down over his cock.

"Oh!" gasped Manfred with a short, sharp whimper as his cock was suddenly bathed in the wet warmth of Brianna's mouth. The feeling was amazing, even better than the joy of touching her big tits. His cock immediately began to stir as her tongue rubbed against him, and the sight of her beautiful face, stuffed with his cock was absolutely mind boggling.

Brianna gave a moan of encouragement and began to suck on Manfred's cock, heartened as she felt him slowly start to thicken and grow in her mouth. She bobbed her head over his lap, using her lips to pull and stroke on his cock as her tongue swiped all over the short length of him.

"Oh!" gasped Manfred again, his hips lurching up off the bed, yearning to meet the bobs of Brianna's mouth over his cock. He was now close to hard again and Brianna increased the pace of her sucking. Due to the small size of his penis she easily took the full length of him into her mouth, each time her lips moved down his shaft they pressed right against the very base of his cock, her nose burying in his pubic hair.

"Ahhh!" Brianna was taken by surprise as Manfred abruptly cried out. His body jolted on the bed and his cock started shooting into her surprised mouth, thick ropes of sticky cum spurting across her tongue.

Brianna snatched her head back, coughing and spluttering at the surprise mouthful of cum. 

"Oh!" groaned Manfred as another spurt of cum launched from his twitching cock and splashed into the Queen's surprised face.

It took all of Brianna's considerable will and self control to suppress her anger as she sat back, using the sheet of their bed to wipe Manfred's stick load from her face. She leant over the edge of the bed and spat, trying to get the horrible taste of his sperm from her mouth. It seemed her blowjob had been perhaps a tad too effective at restoring her husband's arousal. Cum on her face wasn't exactly going to get her pregnant.

"Sorry," mumbled Manfred, although the blissful expression on his face suggested he wasn't particularly remorseful. "Do you want to try again?"

Brianna scowled down at Manfred's cock, which was once again flaccid and lifeless and now sticky with cum and her saliva. Her whole body was immediately nauseated at the thought of putting him back into her mouth and trying to once again suck him to life. 

The buxom Queen gave a sigh, "We'll try again tomorrow."

***

The following night however, Queen Brianna found she had other duties to attend to first.

"I'm so glad you finally called for me," murmured Bishop Davidian as he entered Queen Brianna's room, pulling shut the door behind him. 

The Queen was seated in front of a mirror, brushing her long blonde hair, dressed in a silken nightgown.

"We did have an agreement," admitted the Queen. "I trust Tessa was suitably compliant."

Davidian gave a lecherous grin as he fondly remembered the thorough buggering he'd given the pretty young redhead. He stepped up behind the Queen. "She was an adequate distraction, but not what I was promised."

Brianna tried to repress a shiver of revulsion as the Bishop placed his hands on her shoulders. The middle finger on his left hand was adorned with the oversized golden ring of his office.

Davidian licked his lips as he looked down at the beautiful Queen. The liberal swells of her breasts were framed by the low cut neckline of her nightdress and the priest had a wonderful view down into her deep cleavage.

"So you have the information I requested?" asked Brianna stiffly as she felt Bishop Davidian's hand slide down from her shoulder.

"Yes, the king did not die of natural causes, he was poisoned," Davidian gave a low murmur of appreciation as his hand closed over Queen Brianna's full right breast, cupping the ample globe through her gown.

"Exquisite," said Davidian as he squeezed Brianna's breast. His groping hand slid over to her left breast, which he also grasped firmly, enjoying the way the large round melon overflowed his palm. "The poison was an unusual one, known as Angeldust Root."

"Why did your Inquisition announce he died of natural causes then?" asked the Queen in confusion, momentarily ignoring the Bishops rough handling of her tits as he squeezed and mauled her through her gown.

"It was at the request of your father," replied Davidian. "I thought you knew that."

"Oh, of course," agreed Brianna, trying to hold back the anger that was rapidly growing inside her. "My maid said you took her in a most unnatural way," she said, her voice sounding slightly unnerved. "I trust you do not have the same intentions for your Queen?"

Davidian slipped his hand down inside the neckline of Brianna's nightdress so that he could caress her bare breasts. "I will be satisfied by just seeing your royal lips wrapped around my holy sceptre," he replied as he pinched the Queen's nipple.

"Very well," agreed Brianna with some relief.

Bishop Davidian grinned and let go of the Queen's big breasts. He moved around to stand in front of the gorgeous blonde, between her chair and mirror, in her seated position her face was right at his crotch level, the perfect height for what he had in mind.

"I have dreamt of this moment since we first made our bargain," Davidian said as he pulled up his ceremonial robe. His cock was erect and poking out towards Brianna's regal face. "Why don't you give my little choir boy a kiss your highness?" 

"Of course your holiness." Brianna leant forward and pressed her full lips against the head of Davidian's cock, tenderly kissing the trembling tip of his manhood.

The Bishop gave a moan of pleasure as her soft lips touched him, his cock lurching in anticipation. He could feel her warm breath on his dick and he couldn't wait to see her beautiful face impaled on the end of his penis.

"Suck it," he ordered anxiously when Brianna didn't do anything following the teasing kiss.

Brianna grinned playfully up at him and then obligingly parted her lips and formed a perfect oval with her mouth.

Davidian was about to thrust into that inviting orifice when there was a sudden loud knocking on the door.

"Are you in there Brianna?" it was frail the voice of Manfred Firestone, the Queen's husband.

Bishop Davidian cursed as he dropped his heavy robe back down, covering his now painfully erect penis. It seemed that his reward would have to wait for another day.

The Queen's Consort Manfred entered, and was quite surprised to see Bishop Davidian. "Oh, your holiness!" squeaked Manfred anxiously. "I did not realise you were with the Queen."

"Never mind," replied Davidian somewhat brusquely, trying to conceal his disappoint and frustration.

"The Bishop was advising me on spiritual matters regarding my late husband," explained Brianna. "He was just leaving."

"Yes," agreed Davidian reluctantly. He cleared his throat, "I was just leaving."

With that he strode irately from the room, leaving Manfred alone with his new wife. 

After the disastrous blowjob on the first night of their marriage, Brianna had avoided Manfred all day and didn't catch his eye once. There were a few minutes of uncomfortable silence before the introverted old nobleman finally spoke. 

"I just need to use the chamber pot," he stammered, quickly heading across the room.

While Manfred took a quick piss in the chamber pot, Brianna quickly got up and slipped into bed, hoping to avoid any chance of a repeat performance of the previous nights clumsy oral encounter. Before she had a chance to fake sleep however, Manfred and returned and moved around to her stand by her side of the bed.

"You know that th...thing..." stammered Manfred, obviously nervous. "That thing you did."

"What are you talking about?" demanded Brianna with irritation.

"That thing you did on our wedding night. With your mouth?"

Brianna made a face at the memory. "A blowjob. What about it?"

"C...can we do that again?"

Brianna froze. Sucking Manfred's cock again was the last thing she wanted to do. However she had to ensure their marriage lasted, her own secure position on the throne depended on it.

"Fine," she agreed brusquely. 

Manfred grinned widely at her compliance and he immediately dropped his trousers, his soft penis dangling between his skinny thighs right in front of Brianna's face.

Brianna grudgingly reached out and took hold of Manfred's flaccid cock in her soft hand. She could hardly believe she was doing this. Here she was, Queen of the realm, the most powerful woman in all of the land, and she was obliged to suck this pathetic little man's soft penis.

The Queen gave a sigh of defeat as she lifted Manfred's tiny little dick to her lips and slipped her mouth down over him. Manfred stood at the edge of the bed, grinning like an idiot as she started to suck noisily on his limp penis, bathing him in her warm saliva as she bobbed her head over his groin.

"You're so beautiful," Manfred breathed as his sexy wife reluctantly gave him head and his small cock began to stiffen and grow between her talented lips. He reached down and slipped his hand down the front of her nightdress, grabbing one of her large breasts and giving it a squeeze as she sucked him.

"This is wonderful," he added, his hips rocking slightly as he fed her his dick. He was now hard but she still effortlessly took his whole penis into her hot mouth. Manfred squeezed harder on Brianna's large breast, kneading the delightfully big orb as he began to actually thrust with his hips, pushing his cock harder into her mouth with his other hand resting on the back of Brianna's head to guide her movements.

Brianna let him fuck her mouth for about five minutes, the hand on her breast become rougher and rougher as he got more and more turned on.

Manfred suddenly stopped his movements, letting his hard cock pop out of the Queen's sexy mouth. "I think I'm ready to fuck," he told her as he climbed into bed on top of her.

Brianna pulled up the hem of her nightdress as her scrawny husband clambered on top of her, his knee painfully bumping into her thigh as he squirmed on top of her.

"Stick it in me then," whispered Brianna, trying to urge him on. Her father would be pleased at least.

Suddenly Manfred stopped moving on top of her. "Sorry," said, his voice filled with disappointment.

"Shit!" swore Brianna in disgust. What was wrong with him?

"I'm sorry," repeated Manfred as he straightened up, still kneeling between her sexy thighs.

Brianna sighed in frustration.

"Can I stick it back in your mouth?" he asked hopefully. He wiggled his soft dick with one hand.

"Fine," agreed Brianna in a mix of disgust and defeat.

***

The first thing the next morning, Brianna immediately confronted her father.

"Poison!?" she yelled angrily as she stormed into his room. She froze as she took in the sight that greeted her.

Duke Khalan, her father, was kneeling on his bed completely naked. Kneeling in front of him, getting vigorously rogered by the older nobleman, was a pretty young maid, blonde with big tits. The maid was of similar age and build to Brianna herself.

"Brianna?" replied Khalan mildly in surprise, stopping his thrusting against the maid's naked bottom. The girl's heavy tits swung beneath her curvy body.

"Ah..." Brianna stammered, the wind somewhat removed from her sails. "Can we, er... speak for a moment."

"Of course my dear," agreed Duke Khalan. He slapped the maid across the flank. "Leave us."




Queen Charming Ch. 01



The made hurried extracted herself off the end of the Duke's erection and grabbed her clothes, scurrying from the room.

Brianna quickly turned away as her father's raging erection came briefly into view, before the old duke climbed slowly off the bed and grabbed his trousers. 

"So what can I do for you?' he asked as he slowly tugged on his pants.

Brianna was still turned away from him. "Did you have Thomas murdered?" she demanded, still angry but not as furious as she had been moments before walking in on her father fucking a maid.

"Murder?" repeated Khalan in mild surprise. "I believe the King died of natural causes."

"Don't play the fool with me father!" snapped Brianna. "I know Thomas was poisoned, and that you ordered the investigation stopped."

Duke Khalan sighed in apparent frustration. "Brianna my dear, does it really matter how he died? You didn't even like the fool. I remember you crying and begging me not to make you marry him."

Brianna spun back around, and was relieved to see her father had pants on. "It matters to me!" she cried.

Khalan shook his head patiently at his daughter. "Look Brianna. Yes I did get the investigation closed, have you stopped to think how it would look if it came out that the King was poisoned? And that he was with you at the time? That you were fucking him at the time?"

"I..." Brianna stammered, not sure how to answer. Why did she care about how Thomas died anyway?

"No, I didn't have him murdered," he father assured her, although Brianna wasn't sure she was convinced by him. "Just let it go Brianna. It's better for me, it's better for you, and it's better for our family, and it's better for the Kingdom."

"Fine," replied Brianna stiffly, her jaw set with determination suggesting she wasn't quite ready to let this go at all.

***

As it turned out, Angeldust Root was indeed a very rare and deadly poison. In fact there was only one person in the whole city who could supposedly source the lethal substance, a master poisoner who went by the name Greythorn.

Bravely, perhaps foolhardily, Queen Brianna decided to meet this master poisoner alone. Her main reason was the sensitive nature of her enquiries; her father's warning had definitely given her some pause for thought.

The master poisoning business seemed to be treating Greythorn rather well. Brianna met the poisoner in his large, richly decorated townhouse which was not far from the centre of the city. Greythorn's manservant led the Queen to a rooftop garden that was carefully maintained and was decorated with a number of rare plants and trees. The weather was fine and the surroundings unexpectedly tranquil for such a sinister meeting.

Greythorn, the master poisoner, was a rather unimpressive middle aged man. He was average height and weight, possessed average looks and was all in all rather average. Brianna had perhaps been expecting some menacing master criminal, but instead met with what appeared to be a very normal man. Even his handshake had been rather weak.

After Greythorn's servant served them spiced wine and a small selection of delicious looking cakes, they got down to business. 

"What can I do for you, your majesty?" asked the poisoner as he took a small sip of his wine. 

Brianna reached for her wineglass, and then thought better of it. She was having afternoon tea with a master poisoner after all. Instead she took a deep breath and cut right to the chase. "Angeldust Root," she said, watching Greythorn's face closely for his reaction. "Have you heard of it?"

Greythorn hesitated only a moment. "I am familiar with the substance," he replied guardedly.

"I am told that you are the only person in the city that can source the substance," Brianna told him.

"More than likely," allowed Greythorn. "In my line of work the competitors often meet premature ends." Greythorn reached out and grabbed one of the cakes, popping it in his mouth and chewing noisily. 

Brianna tore her eyes away from the plate of cakes, "Have you sold any recently?" she asked.

Greythorn raised an eyebrow at this question. "I'm sorry your highness, but I'm not in the business of revealing my business."

"Listen," snapped Brianna, "I..." her throat caught and felt like it was frozen. Brianna's eyes widened as she felt every muscle in her body abruptly go slack and she collapsed down out of the chair, falling on the grass floor of the townhouse roof.

Greythorn smiled smugly. "Very clever not tasting my cakes or drinking my wine your highness," he said as he stood up from his seat and moved around the table to where Brianna was lying.

"Your caution was completely pointless of course," added Greythorn as he crouched down beside her paralysed body. "You are dealing with a master poisoner after all."

Brianna focussed and strained, trying to will be her limp muscles back to life. It was a hopeless effort however.

Greythorn held up his hands, palms facing towards Brianna. "A contact poison. Applied to my hands. You absorbed it into your skin when we shook hands. I myself have built up a resistance to the substance of course."

Inwardly Brianna was cursing and panicking all at once. What did this bastard have in store for her, he knew she was the Queen after all. Ransom? Execution? This was not good.

To Brianna's complete astonishment, Greythorn's hands dropped down, pressing onto the upthrust sphere's of her breasts, cupping them through her dress. Brianna's futile attempt to regain control of her muscles resumed as the master poisoner squeezed her big boobs in his hands.

"A perfect pair of breasts," he murmured in admiration.

Brianna's mind was racing, what the hell was going on? Had he poisoned her with the intention of raping her? But she was the Queen! Was it him that had poisoned Thomas?

Greythorn hummed softly to himself as he began to unlace the bodice of Queen Brianna's dress.

"I always like to sample from my more beautiful customers," Greythorn told her, his tone was very matter of fact and conversational. Inside Brianna was raging; it felt so galling to be incapable of stopping this man from having his way with her while she was completely conscious. And she was the Queen! How dare he defile her in this manner!

Greythorn pulled open the front of Brianna's bodice revealing her bare breasts. The two mountainous globes thrust up from her chest, full and plump, topped by nipples that had hardened in the cool air.

"Magnificent," breathed Greythorn in admiration. "The royal bosoms," he added as he reached into her open bodice, helping himself to a good hard squeeze of Queen Brianna's ample boobs.

"I imagine only kings have touched these puppies," said Greythorn as he groped and massaged Brianna's perfect jugs.

Queen Brianna's eyes went wide as Greythorn leant forward and pressed his mouth against hers. His tongue darted into her lifeless mouth as his bulk pressed down on top of her. As his tongue probed deep into Brianna's unconsenting mouth, he ground the bulge of his crotch against her thigh.

"Very tasty," murmured the master poisoner as he broke off their one-sided kiss. "Now let's see what you have under here." He dragged up the hem of her skirt, exposing her long slender legs and her regal pussy.

"Superlative!" exclaimed Greythorn as he ran one hand up the length of Brianna's right leg, admiring the smoothness of her warm skin. His groping hand slipped up between Brianna's thighs and cupped her pussy.

Brianna's nostrils flared slightly, the only sign of her anger as the poisoner slipped a finger up inside her moist cunt.

"Excellent," breathed Greythorn, sawing the digit in and out of her most intimate orifice. "The poison also acts as a mild stimulant," he explained, "which is why you are lubricated. Kind of a nice bonus really."

Greythorn lifted himself up off the prone, helpless blonde and began to unfasten the front of his trousers. He pulled out a rock hard erection.

"Now for my favourite bit," he told her, reaching down and giving her right breast a firm squeeze, rubbing his thumb across her hard nipple.

Greythorn positioned himself between Brianna's thighs, taking his erection in one hand and guiding it to the wet entrance to her sex. He rubbed the tip of his cock against the lips of her vagina and then slowly pushed forward. 

The master poisoner gave a long, satisfied groan as his hips surged forward and his stiff pole penetrated the Queen's defenceless twat. "Oh yeah! That's the trick!" he groaned as he felt her tightly clutching pussy around his throbbing member.

"I wonder if it's treason to fuck the King's wife?" he said enquiringly as he pushed forward with his hips, feeding more of his length into Brianna's snatch. When he had bottomed out, the entire length of his hard cock inside her, he leant forward on his elbows, pressing his weight down on top of her, and positioned himself to vigorously fuck her.

Greythorn gave a low, throaty groan as his hips started to pump and he began to ram his hard cock into Brianna, his loins bouncing briskly between her perfect thighs. As he fucked her, one of his hands slipped down, sliding across her shapely hip and reaching beneath her to grasp the taut sphere of her left buttock, squeezing the peachy globe eagerly as he pulled her up against his thrusting pelvis.

"Ah, that's it!" he gasped as he humped rapidly into the Queen's cunt, the small rooftop garden filled with the sound of slapping flesh.

As he fucked her, Greythorn dipped his head down and captured the tip of one of Brianna's heavy breasts, sucking eagerly on her nipple.

To the shocked Queen's dismay, as the crazy poisoner got into a rhythm, his hips pumping and bucking wildly, he began to whistle to himself. He was clearly thoroughly enjoying fucking her, almost like taking a walk in the park.

It didn't take much longer, Greythorn's hard-on surged inside Brianna's now soaking pussy, cum squirting deep within her as he loudly cried out in orgasm. The poisoner's body tensed on top of the Queen's, his toes curling inside his socks as he spent himself deep with the gorgeous woman.

"A perfect fuck," he told her as he slowed the rhythmic grinding of his hips, milking out the last of his semen into her pussy.

***

After getting raped by Greythorn, it had taken only about fifteen minutes for the poison he had drugged her with to wear off.

Brianna had been livid at first, ready to kill the nasty little man, but when he'd offered her the information she was after she managed to hold herself back.

Even now, back at the castle, Queen Brianna had been very tempted to send the guards over to imprison or behead the poisoner, but she decided that depending on where her inquiries led, the assistance of a master poisoner could prove rather useful.

Other than her father, Duke Khalan, there was only one other person that Brianna still trusted. Tessa, her personal maid and lady in waiting.

When Greythorn had told her that he had sold the Angeldust Root to a lowly guard by the name of Mat, she had decided to send Tessa to pump the guard for information rather than going herself. After all, it wouldn't really do to be seen visited the castle barracks, far too many watching eyes and gossiping mouths.

Tessa, ever obedient, had immediately made her way to the castle barracks and tracked down the guard called Mat.

Mat was quite young, probably about eighteen or nineteen, and clearly not the sharpest. When Tessa had given him her most seductive look, and dragged him into the laundry room, he hadn't immediately got the hint.

"Um, I can't really help you fold the laundry sorry ma'am," he told Tessa as she shut the laundry door and stepped close up in front of the young soldier. "If Captain Ramsay finds me away from my post I'll be in big trouble."

Tessa, the gorgeous, buxom redhead, took Mat's hand in hers and tugged off his leather glove. She lifted it to her lips and softly kissed his palm, causing the surprised young guard to frown.

"Ah, I thought you said you wanted some help with some clothes?" he said. He gave a snort of surprise as Tessa sucked on the tip of his index finger, her lips pressing firmly around the digit and her tongue twirling interestingly around it as she moved his finger slowly back and forth between her lips, almost as if she was..

Mat gasped as she drew his hand down to her chest, the vast globe of her ample right boob pressing against his palm. Mat swallowed as Tessa's other hand closed over the top of his, encouraging him to squeeze her large breast.

"I do want help with some clothes," Tessa purred, grinning up wicked at the young guardsman. "You can start by helping me out of this dress."

"Oh," squeaked Mat. He wasn't exactly the best looking young man, this kind of thing didn't happen to him.

Tessa turned away from him, looking back over her shoulder. "Can you undo the back of my dress please sweetie?"

"Sure," agreed Mat, his voice cracking slightly and going up half an octave. With shaking hands he reached up and untied the back of Tessa's dress. The gorgeous redhead, pushed the gown off her shoulders and let it drop to the floor. Beneath she was completely naked. Mat's gaze dropped down to Tessa's bare ass, admiring the smooth, flawless globes of her buttocks and the enticing crack that separated them.

"Oh!" gasped Mat as she turned back around and he saw he massive tits and the scarlet thatch between her sleek thighs. The poor young lad almost fainted at the magnificent sight.

As Mat started dumbly at Tessa's sensational body, the busty young maid's hands were at work between his legs, unfastening the front of his leather pants and pulling out his cock. Mat gave a small whimper as Tessa's cool fingers stroked his painfully erect penis.

"Very nice," murmured Tessa as she stroked playfully on the guard's cock, one of her hands reaching down to toy with his testicles at the same time.

As the gorgeous redhead tugged on Mat's erection, his hands almost unconsciously rose up and grabbed her big bare breasts, giving them a probing squeeze.

"So where do you want to stick this big thing?" asked Tessa as she mischievously licked her lips. Her hands were now moving quite rapidly over Mat's cock, stroking the hard length in her fist.

"Huh?" mumbled Mat as he squeezed Tessa's big boobs, he was still kind of bewildered by the pretty maid's sudden advances.

"In my mouth?" suggested Tessa, pouting slightly to make her lips more inviting. "Or maybe in my pussy?" she asked, smiling wickedly as she watched Mat's eyes go wide at that suggestion. "Or perhaps in my ass?"

"Ah..." Mat stammered, his hands frozen over Tessa's tits as his mind tried to process the gorgeous redhead's staggering question.

"Come on big boy," pressed Tessa, her voice husky. "Which hole do you want?"

"Pussy," whispered Mat, barely able to speak. The young guard couldn't believe his luck.

"Good choice," murmured Tessa. She let go of his cock and spun around, leaning forward over a nearby table that was covered with freshly washed and folded piles of clothing, mostly guard tabards.

"Knock yourself out," she offered, her pert backside jutting out towards the young guard she was seducing.

"Oh wow!" murmured Mat as he stepped up behind her. His cock was hard as a rock from the attention that Tessa had been giving it, and it was now lining up perfectly towards her delicious bottom.

The guardsman reached down and took hold of Tessa's curvy hips as he moved close behind her, the tip of his dick nestling in between her thighs towards the moist entrance to her pussy.

"Ugh!" he gave a grunt as he thrust himself into Tessa's delightful pussy, his hips slapping against the flesh of her ass as he penetrated her.

"Oh God that feels good!" Mat groaned as he slowly started to screw the gorgeous maid, his hips pumping, driving his cock in and out of Tessa's tight vagina. "Oh thank you so much for letting me do this!"

"Just shut up and fuck me!" snapped Tessa. He was a cute enough kid, but she could do without the grovelling.

"Oh shit!" swore Mat as he suddenly started cumming, his seed flooding Tessa's pussy prematurely.

Mat's groans of orgasm suddenly dropped to a strangled gurgle and his weight fell forward on top of Tessa's back. She felt his dick pop from her pussy and a spurt of cum splash against the back of her thigh.

"Huh," grunted Tessa as she pushed the young guardsman off her. She lifted herself up off the table and glanced at the still body of the guard. "Looks like this poison business is spreading."

...to be continued...



Queen Charming Ch. 02



Queen Brianna was certain that there was a conspiracy afoot now. Not only had her husband, the king been murdered, but now she was sure that there was a cover-up to conceal who killed him and why. And Brianna was determined that she would get to the bottom of it!

The Queen stormed through the hallways of the castle, straight down to the barracks and into the office of the Captain of the Guard.

"Captain Ramsay, I demand some answers!" Brianna snapped as she slammed shut the door behind her.

Ramsay was a young officer in his early thirties, about the same age as the Queen herself. He was a good looking soldier who'd quick risen through the ranks to take on command of the King's personal protectors.

"Your majesty!" Ramsay gave a flourish and a low bow. "What can I do for?"

Brianna's eyes narrowed as she noticed the handsome young guard captain's gaze wander down over her voluptuous body, lingering on her ample bust and impressive cleavage. 

"I am informed that one of your soldiers died today?" said Brianna, her initial anger somewhat dampened as she remembered she still had to be a little careful about her own personal little investigation. The last thing she wanted was for word of her enquiries getting back to her father.

Captain Ramsay's line of sight flickered from her face to her bosom and back again. "Yes, that is correct your majesty."

Brianna hesitated a moment, deciding how best to play this out. Her eyes flicked coyly up and down Ramsay, he was a good looking man.

Brianna took a deep breath, the carefully practised action causing her large breasts to swell up, her cleavage threatening to pop out from the top of her bodice. The Queen gave a small smirk as she saw the Captain's eyes immediately drawn to the display.

"I need information Captain," said Brianna, her voice slightly husky. She stepped closer, reaching out and gently touching the soldier's arm. "I want a full investigation into the guard's death. An in depth investigation."

"I see," replied Ramsay, sounding a little uncertain. "My sergeant tells me that Mat died of natural causes."

Brianna gently stroked Ramsay's strong jaw line, feeling the scratch of his stubble against her soft hand. "If you get me what I want to know then I will be very grateful Captain," she breathed, moving closer still. The generous curves of her body were almost touching the Captain now.

Ramsay swallowed. "Of course your majesty," he said with a nod.

Queen Brianna leant forward, her face right next to Ramsay and the ample swell of her bosom touching his chest. "I will very, very grateful," she murmured, her soft lips gently brushing his earlobe. 

***

That evening, Queen Brianna dined alone with her consort, Baron Manfred of Firestone. The dinner conversation was sparse and boring as they had very little in common.

Admittedly, Brianna was distracted. Thoughts of her secret investigation into Thomas's murder were flying around in her head, and every time she looked up at her elderly husband, she couldn't help but shudder, her fathers strict instructions to get pregnant as quickly as possible almost making her want to flee the city.

"You know, not long after I was first married to Thomas, he jumped me during dinner," said Brianna.

"Excuse me?" exclaimed Manfred in surprise, almost choking on the chicken wing he'd been daintily nibbling on.

"He took me right on the table," she added.

"This table?" blurted Manfred, not sure how to respond to the Queen's bizarre admission.

"No," the buxom blonde replied with a frustrated sigh. "It's been replaced years ago, but my point still remains." 

"Your point?" asked Manfred witlessly.

"You do find me attractive right?" asked Brianna.

"Of course," said Manfred hurriedly. "You're beautiful. And your breasts are absolutely magnificent."

"Then fuck me!" she snapped. "Rip my clothes off and take me. Right now!"

"Oh... err... right," stammered Manfred, looking as nervous as hell. He stood up uncertainly and approached Brianna's end of the table. He was still holding his half eaten chicken wing in one hand, the grease dribbling down to his wrist.

Brianna remained sitting, wanting to give her spineless husband a chance to take control.

"Right," he coughed. "I'll... take you right now on the table." He frowned down at the piece of chicken in his hand. Manfred swallowed and then hurried dropped it on the table next to Brianna's plate.

He reached out and grabbed Brianna's right breast, giving it a squeeze. Manfred then noticed that his hand was still covered in grease from the chicken and he'd just made a mess of the Queen's gown.

"Oh, er, sorry," he apologised, immediately letting go of Brianna's big tit and wiping his hand on the back of his trousers.

"Oh come on Manfred!" exclaimed Brianna in frustration. "Bend me over the table and screw me!"

"Yes...of course," he agreed meekly. "Let the...er... fucking begin!"

Manfred awkwardly guided Brianna to her feet and started to bend her forward over the edge of the table.

"Wait, I..." Brianna protested as she saw that she was about to get pushed into a bowl of gravy.

"Shut up wench!" snapped Manfred, attempting to assert his dominance. He pushed his wife forward, her chest descending directly into the gravy, soaking the bodice of her dress.

"Shit! The food!" snapped Brianna angrily.

"Oh!" yelped Manfred in surprise, letting go of her.

"Fucking hell!" complained Brianna as she turned slightly, displaying the brown goop that had drenched the front of her dress.

"Sorry," apologised Manfred immediately.

Brianna had to bite back her anger as she realised their lovemaking was once again heading into disaster territory. "Forget it. Let's just get on with this."

Manfred reached out and scooped some gravy out of her cleavage with one finger. He brought it to his mouth and licked it clean. "Delicious!" he announced.

Brianna shook her head in dismay and turned around, pushing away the gravy bowl and bending back forward over the table, this time of her own volition. "Take me Manfred!" she cried dramatically, trying to get back into the spirit of things.

"Prepare to be mounted wench!" announced Manfred, starting to tug up the back of her dress. It seemed his idea of wearing the pants in their relationship involved calling her wench.

Manfred pulled the back of her dress right up to her hips, exposing her deliciously round and bare ass. He immediately grabbed her right buttock and gave it a squeeze.

Brianna heard some rustling and fumbling behind her, presumably it was her husband removing his trousers. Then she felt his hands of her ass once again. There were a few clumsy squeezes, followed by a finger crudely inserted into her pussy, causing her to gasp aloud in surprise. She felt something squidgy rub against her pussy and the back of her thigh.

"Hmm..." murmured Manfred.

Brianna craned her head back over her shoulder to see what the hold up was, only to see Manfred move around the side of the table to stand by her head, his soft cock held in one hand, right in front of her face.

Before Brianna could complain, the old man guided his flaccid penis towards her mouth, rubbing the slimy tip across her closed lips. "Just for a few minutes, please," begged her hopeless husband.

Brianna closed her eyes and opened her mouth, letting Manfred's limp dick slide in between her lips. She closed her mouth around his rubbery shaft and began to obligingly suck.

Manfred gave a small, happy whimper, one hand dropping onto the back of Brianna's head and holding her in place. It was a rather awkward position, lying over the edge of the table, her body pressed down and her head turned to the side, her cheek still resting on the surface of the table and held firmly in place by her husband.

"That's it wench, suck that cock!" moaned Manfred as he began to move his lips, sliding his cock back and forth between her lips, the shaft quickly swelling and hardening from her skilful suction.

It took about thirty seconds for Manfred to go from flaccid to fully erect, his cock jutting upwards against the inside of Brianna's cheek. He was not ready to leave her mouth however.

Manfred tightened his grip, pinning Brianna's head down against the table as he started to pump his skinny hips faster, thrusting his cock deeper into the beautiful blonde's mouth.

"Oh yeah!" groaned Manfred as he fucked Brianna's mouth, driving his erection deep between her lips.

After about a minute he drew out and Brianna's heart rose, was he finally going to actually fuck her pussy?

Manfred held his erection by the base and slapped the Queen's cheek with the end of his cock. He then rubbed her cheek with the tip of his penis, leaving a smear of pre-cum that glistened in the candlelight from the chandelier above them.

Manfred's gaze flicked down to the back end of his wife, where her dress was still bunched up around her waist, her bare ass sticking up in the air. He gave a small moan as his gaze returned to her face and her full, pouty lips.

"Can't help it," he whined as he tightened his grip on Brianna's head and shoved his cock back into her mouth.

Brianna gagged slightly at the unexpected re-entry, her eyes going wide. 

Manfred pulled her head across closer to the edge of the table and started to fuck her mouth, thrusting for all he was worth.

The elderly nobleman grunted as he humped his beautiful young wife's face, repeatedly plunging his cock deep between her lips and into her throat. His eyes were closed and his back arched as he fed his erection into her reluctantly sucking mouth.

Brianna realised she wasn't going to get his cock out of her mouth until he squirted, so she did her best to suck and lick on his madly thrusting manhood.

"Ah yeah!" groaned Manfred, pumping faster and faster. "You love sucking that cock, don't you wench!" 

He gave a final cry as he clutched Brianna's face in against his crotch, his scrawny buttocks clenching as his cock spurted.

"Uh!" Manfred grunted as his balls churned and unloaded, his thick jizz shooting deep into Brianna's mouth and down her throat. 

Once again Queen Brianna swallowed her husband's seed. It wasn't going to get her knocked up inside her belly, she knew that for a fact.

***

It wasn't until two days later that Queen Brianna finally heard back from Captain Ramsay. Unfortunately the Captain didn't come to her, she had to track him down, finally locating him in the armoury doing an inventory of the castle's weapon and armour stocks.

"Ah, Captain Ramsay, I finally track you down," said the Queen as she entered the armoury and found Ramsay bent over a barrel counting the arrows inside.

Ramsay spun around in surprise. "Oh, your majesty," he gave her a quick bow. "Ah, what can I do for you?"

He didn't seem to be very pleased to see her, no doubt the investigation was not progressing as Brianna had hoped. Perhaps Ramsay lacked the proper motivation.

The Queen immediately moved across the room, standing close to the anxious soldier. She reached out and took hold of his right hand, squeezing it through the leather gauntlet he was wearing. "Captain Ramsay, I've been looking everywhere for you."

"Oh. Um, stock take," he replied, gesturing rather lamely with his free hand. He swallowed as Brianna's other hand stroked his bare wrist, just above where his glove ended.

"We haven't spoken since our discussion on your deceased guardsman," she the Queen carefully. She reached out and gently touched her palm to the Captain's chest, feeling the muscle beneath his tunic.

"Yes, well," Ramsay stammered a little. "Ah, investigations have been somewhat slow..."

"What have you got?" snapped Brianna impatiently.

"Well not a lot," admitted the Captain. "Although I have discovered some rumour of Mat having a lover. A secret lover."

"I see," remarked Brianna taking interest. "Who is she?"

"Er, we...that is I, don't know," Ramsay's gaze flicked down for a quick peek at Brianna's cleavage which was spectacularly on show as always.

"Captain Ramsay," began Brianna with a sigh. "I don't think you understand how important this is to me."

"I...it has my full attention," he tried to assure her.

Brianna cast her gaze disdainfully around the armoury. "I can see that," she replied sarcastically. "Listen. You will find out who this woman is, and you will also find out how the guard died and what he was up to before his death. I want to know everything."

"Yes your majesty."

Brianna slowly drew Ramsay's hand up to her bosom, his gloved hand instinctively closing around the ample mound of her right breast, squeezing through her gown. "When you are successful I will be very grateful. Very grateful indeed."

Ramsay's eyes were glued to the Queen's chest, watching his own hand as it squeezed and massaged Brianna's heavy tit through her gown. He licked his lips, sliding his hand over to her left breast which he also groped eagerly.

As Ramsay fondled her breasts, Brianna slipped one hand up between the Captain's thighs, squeezing his crotch in her palm, feeling the hardness there. "I will be candid Captain Ramsay," she said, her voice husky as she traced the outline of the Captain's hard cock through his trousers. "My husband is not the most reliable in the bedroom, and I have my needs. If you rub my back, I will be more than willing to rub yours."

Ramsay gave a small moan from the back of his throat. His other hand came up to join the first, squeezing the Queen's immense knockers ardently.

Brianna gave Ramsay's hard-on one last squeeze and then reached up, disengaging his groping paws from her chest. "But until you have some information for me, some real information, you'll have to stick to fucking your own hand instead of something much, much sweeter."

She spun around and marched out of the armoury. Hopefully that would give the Captain the incentive he needed.

***

Duke Khalan entered his daughter's chambers. Inside Brianna's maid Tessa was busy polishing a set of silver cutlery.

"Where is my daughter?" asked the Duke as he approached the pretty young redhead.

"The Queen has gone to church I believe," replied Tessa, putting down the silver gravy bowl she had been cleaning.

The Duke moved behind Tessa, standing uncomfortably close. "I see," he replied slowly. 

Tessa tensed as she felt the Duke reach up and grab a lock of her red hair, running his fingers through the burgundy strands. "Your hair is quite striking," commented the nobleman.

Tessa swallowed nervously. "Thank you m'lord."

Duke Khalan ran his hand down from Tessa hair along the length of her spine. His palm stroked over the curve of her inner back and down to the swell of her firm posterior. Tessa gasped as his hand slid down and cupped one of her buttocks, giving it a squeeze through her dress.

"How long have you worked for Brianna?" asked Khalan as he moved in close, pressing himself against Tessa's back, his hands moving up to hold her by her shapely hips.

"Several years," whispered Tessa in reply. She felt the hardness of the Duke's crotch rubbing against her ass.

Both of Khalan's hands slipped up from Tessa's waist to cup her big tits through her dress, giving them a hard squeeze.

"I...I should probably get back to work m'lord," hinted Tessa as the older nobleman ground his bulging erection into her round bottom. The hands on her breasts began to knead her full jugs.

"Hmm, very nice," breathed Khalan as he mauled her hooters and ground his cock into her ass. "So did the King ever have his way with you too?" he asked.

"Yes, I gave King Thomas pleasure sometimes," whispered Tessa, grimacing as the Duke gave her breasts a particular hard squeeze.

"So you've fucked Thomas, Thomas fucked my daughter, and now I'm about to fuck you," murmured Khalan. He reached up and grabbed Tessa's dress, up near her shoulders. He gave a small grunt of effort as he yanked the dress off her slim shoulders, causing it to rip slightly. Tessa gasped as the Duke wrenched the dress down to her waist, leaving her topless.

Duke Khalan gave a murmur of appreciation as he slid his hands back up to cup her now bare breasts, squeezing the large, warm flesh of her melons in his hands.

"What about Manfred?" asked Khalan as he pinched Tessa's nipples, rolling her big tits around in his hands. "I bet that horny old bugger has done you as well?"

"Er, no your lordship," replied Tessa.

"Hmm..." murmured Khalan thoughtfully. He let go of Tessa's breasts and reached for her dress once again, this time pushing it down over the curvy swell of her hips and stripping her completely naked.

The old duke's hands stroked across Tessa's bare back and down over the smooth roundness of her bare bottom. "Gorgeous," he murmured.

He spun her around to face him, both his hands rising to grab her big breasts, lifting the firm young jubblies as he leant forward to taste them. The old Duke gave a moan as he swiped his tongue up the length of Tessa's cleavage and then turned to suck one of her hard nipples into his mouth.

Khalan sucked on Tessa's nipples for a few moments, licking each of her breasts hungrily. 

"Down," he instructed, placing his hand on her head and urging her to kneel down at his feet. The duke then unfastened his trousers, dropping them to the ground. As Tessa had felt against her bum previously, he was already hard.

The gorgeous maid gave a surprised gasp as Khalan grabbed a handful of her red hair and yanked her head in close to his crotch. Unexpectedly though, he didn't shove his cock into her mouth, instead he wrapped her soft red hair around the shaft of his dick and started to stroke himself.

Tessa glanced up nervously at Duke Khalan, not sure what she should be doing as he stroked his cock in her hair. The elderly duke had his mouth open and his tongue poking a little out as he rubbed his hard shaft with her soft locks. Tessa winced as he pulled slightly on her hair while pleasuring himself.

After a couple of minutes, the duke reached down and pulled Tessa roughly back onto her feet. He spun her around and bent her forward over the table, in the process knocking the silver gravy bowl onto the floor.

Khalan placed one hand on Tessa's ass, giving it a squeeze as he reached out with his other hand and grabbed handful of her hair. Tessa gasped as he tugged on her hair, pulling her head back and arching her back, the motion causing her delightful ass to jut out towards his erection.

"That's good," breathed the duke as he lined his cock up with Tessa's pussy and then thrust into her.

Duke Khalan pulled hard on Tessa's hair as he pumped against her ass, slamming his hard cock deep into her pussy. The lovely buxom maid arched her back, grinding her ass back against him to meet his thrusts. Despite the fact she didn't share the duke's obvious eagerness, she was eager to make this carnal encounter as quickly over as she could.

Khalan moaned, both his hands moving to grip Tessa's shapely hips as his own bony hips thrust faster, his hard cock pumping in and out of the delicious young cunt in front of him. There were definite perks to nobility.

The room was filled with Khalan's grunts and the sound of his hips slapping against Tessa's shapely buttocks. "Uh!" Khalan's breathing became faster as he approached orgasm. Suddenly he pulled out of Tessa's inviting cunt, and almost immediately his cock spurted, thick ropes of cum splashing across the beautiful maid's ass and lower back.

"Mmm, very good," breathed Khalan as he wiped his dick on the girl's ass.

"You didn't cum in me?" remarked Tessa, more out of surprise than any concern.

"That's right. Can't be having any bastard children, now can we," explained the ever-careful duke.

***

Queen Brianna was in an irate mood the next day. Not only had she still heard nothing of use from Captain Ramsay, she'd also had a rather unpleasant rude awakening that morning.




Queen Charming Ch. 02



Her deep sleep had been awakened by a heavy weight on her chest. She had opened her eyes to see her new husband Manfred naked, and straddling her chest, waving his surprisingly hard erection in her face. Not exactly the first thing she wanted to lay eyes on when she woke up.

Reluctantly, Brianna had let the puny old man push his dick into her mouth and fuck her face. The old nobleman had grabbed hold of her hair and pumped his cock in and out of her unenthusiastically sucking mouth, pushing her head back down into her pillow with each thrust of his bony hips. Brianna had been under no illusions that he was going to pull out and fuck her, and frankly she was too annoyed and tired to try and coax him into her twat.

Manfred had eagerly made love to his pretty young wife's mouth, finally shooting his copious load down her throat. It hadn't been the best start to the day for Queen Brianna.

Not long after Queen Brianna had finally got the foul taste of Manfred's cum out of her mouth, she had an unexpected visitor.

"Sister...Cathlen was it?" remarked Brianna tentatively as the pretty young priestess entered.

"Yes, your highness," Cathlen curtseyed low. She dressed in traditional black and white priestess garb, but even those thick, unflattering garments did little to disguise her beauty.

"The Bishop sent you?" guessed Brianna.

"Yes your highness," Cathlen nodded. She glanced around the room and appeared nervous.

Queen Brianna sighed. "What does Davidian want?" she asked. "You may speak frankly, sister."

"Thank you, your highness," Cathlen gave another curtsey. "The Bishop sends news. Information."

One of Brianna's carefully plucked eyebrows rose slightly at this. "Tell me."

"The Bishop understands you are asking questions about a guard?" probed Sister Cathlen cautiously.

"Yes. Mat, the dead guard," agreed Brianna.

"Bishop Davidian told me to tell you that the guard had a mistress."

"Yes, yes," snapped Brianna impatiently. "I know this already."

"The mistress is your maid, Tessa."

Queen Brianna's blood ran cold. "You are sure of this?" she demanded.

"Yes, your highness. Bishop Davidian was most specific," replied Cathlen.

"I see," said Brianna through gritted teeth. She had not been expecting that name. Tessa was the only person she trusted, and that included her father.

"The Bishop was also very specific about receiving his reward," added Cathlen.

Brianna gave the priestess a sharp glare. "Reward?"

Cathlen swallowed, clearly nervous. "Yes, your highness. Davidian, I mean the Bishop said that he is sick of waiting."

"Is he?" remarked Brianna coldly. 

"Yes," Cathlen quietly replied. "The Bishop said he wants your ass."

***

Captain Ramsay's gaze boldly moved down across the lush curves of Queen Brianna's body as she entered the soldier's chambers. He grinned broadly as she approached and he slowly licked his lips.

"You can wipe that smirk off your useless face right now!" snapped Brianna, not in the mood to play with the young guardsman.

"Excuse me?" blurted out Ramsay, taken aback. He'd clearly been expecting more of the Queen's flirting.

"The lover, I know who she is!" barked Brianna.

"Your highness?"

"Tessa!" hissed Brianna, her tone filled with fury.

Ramsay frowned. "Who's Tessa?"

"My maid!" cried Brianna angrily. "That little bitch is behind this!"

"I see," replied Captain Ramsay uncertainly. "We will have her arrested, you can count on that."

"I want her captured right now!" snapped Brianna in fury. "And you will see to it personally Captain."

"Yes, your highness," Ramsay gave a low bow. When he straightened up, his gaze was on the Queen's cleavage. "Perhaps we could discuss incentives again?" he suggested cautiously, licking his lips and letting his stare rest meaningfully on Brianna's bosom.

"Just get the bitch and bring her to me," growled the Queen through gritted teeth.

"Of course Queen Brianna," replied Ramsay with a smooth bow.

***

"Would you like a slice of cake perhaps?" offered Greythorn gallantly as the master poisoner sat calmly observing his surprise guest.

"No thanks," replied the beautiful young redhead opposite him. Tessa, maid to Queen Brianna.

"A shame," said Greythorn. "The Queen was also rather wary of my cakes, and they are so wonderful I can assure you. So what doesn't the Queen require of me now?"

"Angeldust root," replied Tessa.

"Yes, I have already discussed this with the Queen, and she is aware of the purchaser," explained Greythorn, picking up a small, delicately iced cake and popping it into his mouth.

"No, this time she wishes to purchase some Angeldust root herself."

"Ah, I see," said Greythorn, his mouth full of half chewed cake as he replied. He swallowed noisily before continuing. "I have a small amount of the root still left, however it is difficult to come by and the price is considerable."

"That will not be a problem for the Queen of the realm of course," said Tessa.

"I require payment in advance," added Greythorn.

Tessa seemed taken aback by this. "The Queen's word is not good enough for you?"

Greythorn's eyes narrowed as he regarded the buxom maid. "I admit that the Queen has been very... accommodating to me. However I do insist on payment up front before I will hand over the root."

Tessa shifted uncomfortably in her chair. "That is unacceptable. The Queen requires me to return with the poison this very day."

Greythorn stroked his chin thoughtfully. "You are not here on behalf of the Queen, are you?"

The red haired maid paled slightly. "I need that poison."

Greythorn smiled, "I'm afraid that I'm not in the charity business. No money, no Angeldust."

Tessa took a deep breath, the action causing the impressive front of her bodice to swell up enticingly. She slowly and seductively traced her upper lip with her tongue. "Perhaps we can work out some other payment method?" she suggested. "I know you have a reputation for...enjoying your female clients from time to time."

Greythorn waved off her offer. "I think not my dear. I could fuck without your consent with the smallest application of one of a number of substances, something which I am right now considering in fact. I fail to see any value in what you are offering when I can easily have you for free."

Tessa's eyes narrowed angrily. "As I said, I am aware of your reputation, and also the manner of your conquests. But I am offering you something very different."

Greythorn frowned. "What is that?" he asked, his curiosity piqued.

"Consent," replied Tessa.

The poisoners frown deepened. "I'm not sure I understand what you mean."

"You always poison women to have your dirty way with them," explained Tessa. "What I am offering you is something better. Consensual sex. You might get your jollies sticking your prick into a lifeless pussy or a slack, dribbling mouth, but have you experienced someone actively slurping on your cock? A tongue swirling around the shaft, a pussy tightly clutching your dick. Have you ever had a woman ride you? Call out your name in passion? Or do you just want a lifeless doll to stick your cock into?"

Greythorn's mouth was dry at Tessa's vivid descriptions. "Deal."

Tessa grinned victoriously. She stood up and walked over to Greythorn, smoothly perching her peachy bottom down on his lap and wrapping her arms around his neck. "Just out of interest, were the cakes poisoned?"

Greythorn nodded. "If you'd eaten one, we wouldn't be having this conversation, your slack, paralysed mouth would have been stuffed full with my cock."

Tessa grinned. "You are a wicked man Greythorn. I'm actually looking forward to this."

Not waiting for an answer, Tessa leant forward and hungrily pressed her mouth to the poisoners, kissing him passionately. Greythorn moaned and kissed her back, his tongue eagerly seeking hers. Tessa had been correct in her guess; the poisoner had never had consensual sex with anyone.

Greythorn slid his hand up from where it was resting on Tessa's hip, sliding up her side to cup and squeeze one of her substantial breasts through her dress.

Tessa broke off their kiss and seized Greythorn's hand, prying it off her tit. "Uh ah," she scolded him. "I'm in charge here. This time you're the passive one."

The gorgeous flame haired servant slid down off Greythorn's lap, moving to her knees at his feet. She slid both her hands up along the inside of the poisoner's thighs, cupping the swell of his crotch with both hands and giving it a firm squeeze through his trousers. "I see you like that idea," she commented as she reached for the lacings on his pants.

Tessa reached into Greythorn's pants and drew out his cock. It was erect and rigid, pointing stiffly up in the air and ready for action. Tessa gave a small murmur of appreciation as she leant forward, lightly brushing Greythorn's cock against her soft lips. The beautiful red head then blew lightly on the tip of his shaft.

Greythorn watched the busty maid, spellbound by the tender attentions she was giving his penis. The gorgeous maid's tongue slipped out from between her lips and teasingly lapped at the head of his cock, delicately tracing the slit with the very tip of her tongue. Greythorn gave a low grumble of pleasure as Tessa's tongue swirled around the head of his cock. 

"Mmm, I like your cock," murmured Tessa as she slipped her warm mouth down over the head of his penis, suckling the trembling shaft and causing Greythorn to moan in approval.

Tessa spent a few moments slurping noisily on the end of Greythorn's cock, sensing the poisoner's frustration as his hips lurched up off his seat and he tried to stuff more of his length into her mouth.

Smiling around the mouthful of cock, Tessa shifted her position to get a deeper angle and then plunged her mouth right down on Greythorn's cock, taking the whole length inside her talented mouth.

"Ah fuck!" groaned the poisoner as his manhood was abruptly swallowed by the skilful cocksucker.

Tessa lips bottomed out on the very base of Greythorn's trembling shaft, her nose buried in his pubes and her lower lip actually touching the top of his ballsack. Greythorn leant back in his seat, groaning noisily as Tessa moaned around his cock, forming an impossibly snug envelope around his entire shaft with her hot, wet mouth.

The deep throating maid held his cock there for a moment and then drew back up to the head of his cock, swirling her tongue around the tip and then planting a soft tender kiss on it.

"Mmm, delicious," she said, taking a deep breath before once again descending down his cock, swallowing the long shaft right into her throat.

"Oh yeah!" Greythorn was in heaven as Tessa began to bob her head over his cock, her deep throating was amazingly effortless.

Tessa sucked the poisoner for a few minutes, her head bobbing rapidly up and down as the tight seal of her lips slid up and down his hard shaft. When she was satisfied that Greythorn was sufficiently ready she stood up, giving his hard cock one last stroke with her hand before reaching for the lacings on her bodice.

"Time to fuck now big boy," she told him and she pulled open the front of her servant's dress and pulled it down off her shoulders.

Greythorn let out a sharp gasp of admiration as the redhead's sensational naked body was revealed. Tessa was tall and slender, her body well toned but also sinfully curved in all the right places. The maid's breasts were full and ample, topped by hard nipples, and the red hair of her pubes was glistening slightly with moisture, clearly turned on and ready for him.

Tessa placed her hands on Greythorn's shoulders and leant forward over him, letting her heavy breasts fall forward into his face. The grateful poisoner immediately captured the tip of Tessa's right breast in his mouth, sucking eagerly on her nipple as she rubbed her expansive cleavage into his face.

After a moments suckling, Tessa moved forward, straddling the sitting man's cock. She reached down between her firm thighs and grasped his stiff erection, aiming the trembling tip towards the dripping entrance to her sex.

"Are you ready Mr Master Poisoner?" asked Tessa as she rubbed the tip of his cock against the lips of her vagina.

"Ah!" groaned Greythorn. "I'm beyond ready Miss Queen's Maid."

"Fuuuccck!" Greythorn let out a long groan of pleasure as Tessa lowered herself down onto his cock, her hot pussy clutching at the shaft as she pressed herself down onto his lap, his hard cock filling her.

"Ahh!" Tessa gave a moan of her own as she started to grind herself on Greythorn's lap, bouncing slowly up and down as she ride his erection. 

"Oh yesss!" gasped Greythorn as her cunt milked his erection, her peachy ass bouncing rapidly on his lap. 

Tessa's ample breasts jiggled in front of Greythorn as she fucked the older master poisoner, and his hands finally left his sides for the first time since she'd mounted him, reaching up to squeeze and grope the ample melons as they fucked.

Greythorn squeezed tightly onto Tessa's big tits, his hips hunching up off the chair and his hard cock lodging deeper into Tessa's snug cunt as she ground down to meet his thrusts.

It didn't take long for Greythorn to be pushed over the edge. With a long groan and a lurch of his hips, his cock surged inside Tessa, thick spurts of cum shooting up into her as the poisoner pitched back in his seat, still gripping tightly onto Tessa's knockers.

The pretty redhead rocked her hips down onto Greythorn's spasming cock, milking every last drop of his cum from him.

"Wow," breathed Greythorn when he was finally spent. "You were right, that was something I've never done before." He pinched the maid's hard nipples as she rose up off his glistening cock.

***

Later than evening, Queen Brianna was in a rather foul mood, she still hadn't had any word from Captain Ramsay about the whereabouts of her missing maid. Unfortunately she didn't have the time to track down the lazy Guard Captain and find out what was going on because she was busy entertaining her elderly husband. 

These days entertainment, as far as Manfred was concerned, involved shoving his penis repeatedly into his pretty young wife's hotly sucking mouth. An understandably entertaining diversion.

Brianna wasn't quite sure how she'd come from Queen of Realm to an old man's cum drinker, but there she was, kneeling in the centre of their room as the old Baron gripped her long blonde hair and enthusiastically fucked her mouth.

The Queen was still wearing her gown, however the bodice was gaping wide open and her heavy breasts spilling out, her nipples brushing against Manfred's skinny thighs as he rammed his cock between her pursed lips.

"That's it wench, suck that big cock!" grunted Manfred, happily thrusting away, using her mouth as if it was her cunt. The old Baron had recently taken to calling her a wench while he was getting blown, not something the Queen was particularly pleased about. She would have to put her consort in his place at some point in the near future, however she was currently sidetracked investigating her deceased husband's murder and the likely involvement of her maid, Tessa.

Manfred tightened his grip on his new wife's blonde locks and increased his pace, shoving his cock into her mouth and full force. Brianna made a small gagging noise at his crude thrusting, but managed to deep throat him without choking, taking his cock right to the hilt so that his balls actually touched her chin each time he pushed forward against her face.

"Ah, that's it!" groaned Manfred, clutching Brianna's head tightly against his groin. The lovely Queen sensed that it wouldn't be long before he came, and she briefly considered getting him to switch to her pussy, or at least trying to.

However, before she could do anything the door of the room swung open and Brianna's father, Duke Khalan entered. Brianna's eyes went wide in surprise, unable to say anything with her mouth stretched into a wide oval around the shaft of Manfred's prick.

"Good evening your majesty," said Khalan with a smirk as he glanced down at his lovely daughter on her knees before her new husband, her ample breasts uncovered and glistening with some saliva that had dripped down from her chin.

"Oh...Duke Khalan!" said Manfred in shock, releasing his wife's head. 

Brianna fell back off Manfred's cock, coughing and gasping for air.

"Please," said Khalan politely. "Don't stop on my account."

"Oh," replied Manfred, looking a little unsure of himself. Without really thinking the old Baron grabbed hold of Brianna's head and shoved himself back into her mouth.

Brianna gagged in surprise and shoved the old man back away from her, again coughing and sputtering. "You idiot!" she snapped angrily at her husband, before glaring up furiously at her father.

"Hmm, perhaps I should wait in the dining room," said Khalan, turning smoothly on his heels and leaving the room, a large smirk on his face.

"Um, sorry about that," said Manfred meekly, wincing as he looked over at the expression of rage on his pretty wife's face.

"Just get your pants back on and we'll go find out what was so urgent that my father walked in on the royal bedchamber," growled Queen Brianna, starting to lace up the front of her bodice.

"Yes my dear," agreed Manfred timidly. Funnily enough he wasn't calling her wench in her current mood.

They quickly made themselves decent and went to the dining room to meet with Brianna's father. The Duke had already poured three glasses of red wine and was looking rather pleased with himself.

"Something to celebrate father?" asked Brianna calmly as she sat down at the table, ignoring the glass of wine.

"Indeed!" replied Khalan. "There is good news from the provinces. We have received word from Lord Athan, congratulating you on your recent wedding as well as promising his support to the throne."

"Good news indeed," agreed Manfred. The old Baron knew he was out of his depth around the powerful Duke Khalan so he picked up one of the wine goblets and took a long swallow, before hesitantly taking a seat.

"Yes, it seems that our alliance with your family has paid off Baron," granted Duke Khalan. "And Athan's return will ensure that the Amazon's don't get any ideas about breaking the peace treaty."

Brianna chewed her lower lip, barely paying attention. She couldn't help but think about her maid, the traitorous bitch Tessa. The Queen briefly considered bringing up the matter with her father, but based on their previous conversation on the subject he wasn't likely to be happy to hear about her ongoing enquiries.

"Well," said Khalan after a moment's uncomfortable silence in which it became obvious that Brianna had nothing to add to the news. "I realise I was interrupting you newly weds, so I think I shall depart and let you get back to it."

Brianna shot a dark glare at her father as he departed. Sometimes her father was a real asshole.

Manfred however, was on his feet as soon as the door closed, one hand fumbling at the front of his pants, the other tipping his goblet back to slurp down the last of his wine.

"What on earth are you doing?" snapped Brianna, looking over at her husband in disgust. After that interruption and with her racing mind, the last thing she wanted was suck the old bastards prick back to life again.

"I'm going to fuck my wife is what I'm doing," replied Manfred, his voice sounding unusually proud.

Brianna glanced down at Manfred's groin and was surprised to see a stiff penis jutting out from the thatch of grey pubic hair between his legs. "You're hard?" she remarked in surprise.

"That's right wench!" growled Manfred. "Now bend over the table and lift your skirts."

"Er..." Brianna was taken aback. "You don't want me to give you another blowjob?"




Queen Charming Ch. 02



"Hurry up and bend over wench!" ordered Manfred, his voice cracking slightly.

The stunned Queen got to her feet. Whatever had come over Manfred, she might as well go with it. The voluptuous blonde hiked her gown up around her waist as she bent forward over the dining table, sticking her exposed bum out towards her clearly ready husband.

Manfred held Queen Brianna by her shapely hips as he shuffled up behind her and lined his cock up with her startled vagina.

"Here I come wench!" he grunted as he thrust forward, shoving his erection into his beautiful young wife.

Brianna grunted as she was penetrated, his hard cock sliding deep into her, despite it's usual diminutive size she felt it filling her.

"Ah, yess!" groaned Manfred. "I'm inside you! I'm actually inside your pussy!" He sounded very pleased with himself.

Queen Brianna gritted her teeth as he thrust again with his hips, shoving his cock deeper. He was definitely inside her, but that certainly wasn't her pussy!

"Oh yeah!" groaned Manfred as he started to fuck his lovely wife's ass, his hips slapping against her round buttocks as he stuffed himself deep into her ass. "God you're tight he groaned!"

Brianna moaned herself as her ancient husband rutted against her bum. This was hardly going to knock her up, but she didn't really have the heart to tell him, despite the unpleasant sensation of his erection pumping her back passage. No doubt the Bishop would be rather jealous of course.

"Ow!" gasped the Queen as Manfred gave a particular hard and deep thrust into her ass. She felt his small cock lodge right to the hilt in her rectum and the weight of his body fall down over her back.

Brianna hesitated a moment and felt that Manfred had stopped moving.

"Manfred? You okay?"

No reply.

"Manfred! Get off me!" she snapped irritably.

Still no reply.

With a grunt of effort, Brianna used her arms to leverage herself up off the table. Manfred's cock slipped out of her and the old man slumped to the ground with a crash.

"Are you okay?" asked Brianna, felling some concern. She crouched down to check on her apparently passed out husband. Only he was dead.

"Not again..." whispered Queen Brianna in horror.

***

Captain Ramsay leapt onto the anchored ship, nodding at the captain and displaying his coat of arms.

The ship's captain, realised Ramsay was one of the King's Guard did not protest at his boarding.

Sporting a satisfied grin, Captain Ramsay immediately headed below decks, one hand resting on the hilt of his sword. With a definite sense of purpose, the captain strode straight down to the cabin at the far end of the hallway and shoved open the door without knocking.

Tessa, former maid to Queen Brianna, spun around at the sudden intrusion, gasping in surprise.

Captain Ramsay smirked and raised one eyebrow as he saw that the traitorous, red haired maid was completely naked. The abundant and sexy curves of her fantastic body uncovered, and on display. He licked his lips as he eyed up the sexy woman's figure.

"Well, well, well," he muttered stepping forward towards the maid. 

Suddenly he felt the ship lurch beneath his feet and he glanced up.

"We're casting off," explained Tessa.

"So soon?" replied Ramsay, not seeming too concerned by the fact the ship was leaving the city.

"Well we did murder a king and by now a duke as well," explained the naked redhead. "It didn't seem prudent to hang around any longer."

"Duke Khalan?" asked Ramsay in surprise.

"The old prick decided to fuck me, just like King Thomas did to both me and my mother before that," explained Tessa. "He had it coming. Poison wine."

"I see," remarked Ramsay stepping closer to the gorgeous maid. He ran one hand up over her shapely hip, up towards the ample globe of her right breast. He paused, inches away. "You're not planning on poisoning me for fucking you I hope?"

"Don't be silly darling, with you, it's a pleasure," replied Tessa, taking the captains hand in hers and drawing it up to her breast, she then leant forward and passionately kissed him.

"Mmm," breathed Ramsay in appreciation as they broke off their kiss and he gave her bare breast a firm squeeze, marvelling at it's size and firmness. "And the Amazon's payment is with Lady Valeria?" He asked, his fingers seizing Tessa's hard nipple and giving it a playful pinch.

"That's right," said Tessa, grinning broadly. "I would have taken half the amount, but mother insisted on bargaining. Despite the fact she wanted Thomas dead, even more than I did."

"Well, here's to happily ever after," said Ramsay, pulling Tessa's lush naked body against him and kissing her powerfully.

THE END