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The Trikingdom Ch. 01

By: lecturer427



Princess Careena DuGuerra rushed through the grounds of Kennai Palace looking for her best friend, Prince Kalas Galin. She had just arrived moments before to attend the wedding celebration of her sister, Princess Seline, to his brother, Prince Duran. She had expected Kalas to be among the party greeting her, but he wasn't which meant he was most likely meditating in his favorite spot.

She slowed as she reached the gardens of Kennai Palace. She found him, as she knew she would, under the old willow tree, with his eyes closed, breathing deeply. She admired him from a distance, and was a little shocked to see how much he had changed since she had last seen him.

It had only been a few months, but his muscles had grown even bigger since then, and his face had hardened. He had recently returned from his first Wandering as a member of the Paladin Order, and she had been waiting with great anticipation to speak with him.

She approached him quietly and sat down in front of him without making a sound, but she was not surprised when he spoke.

"I'm sorry I missed your arrival," he said quietly, "but you know how much I hate ceremony."

"That's all right, it gave me an excuse to leave early," she said.

Kalas slowly opened his eyes and smiled at his friend. His heart beat a little faster as he looked at her. Long blond hair framed her angelic face, and her breasts swelled under her dress. She was almost unanimously considered the most beautiful young woman in all of the Trikingdom.

The Trikingdom was made up of the kingdoms of Galin, DuGuerra, and Coderra. Generations ago, the kings of their nations had enacted a treaty combining the three kingdoms into one, large powerful kingdom ruled by the three kings. 

To ensure the stability of the new combined kingdom, they set up a method for arranging marriages between the three kingdoms. The eldest sons and eldest daughters of two of the kingdoms would marry during one generation, while the third would seek a marriage from outside. The following generation, they would switch, and this continued generation after generation.

This generation, the kingdoms of Galin and DuGuerra were marrying, and Princess Careena's brother, King Lastel had married Prince Kalas' sister, Queen Elise, the previous year. Now Kalas' brother was marrying Careena's sister to finalize the arrangement.

"I have something to ask you," Careena said to Kalas, "and I know this is a little unorthodox, but I know how I feel about you, and I'm pretty sure you feel the same way about me. Kalas, will you marry me?"

Prince Kalas stared at her in shock. He had been in love with her for years, but since he was the second son, and she the second daughter, he knew they could never marry. There would be no political advantage to a marriage between the two of them. In fact, his father had arranged marriages for both of them to two separate nearby kingdoms.

"That is my heart's greatest desire," he told her honestly, "but you know it can never happen."

She smiled one of her mischievous smiles. "I figured out a way, and have already convinced my brother. Now all we have to do is convince your father."

"Tell me," he sighed, used to her crazy ideas.

"The duchy in Genoise is vacant, and the entire area is falling into chaos. We'd get married, become the duke and duchess of Genoise, and stabilize the area," she explained.

"Genoise is a cesspool of prostitutes, thieves, and assassins," Kalas complained. "In fact, I believe the last duke was murdered."

"I know, it's perfect," she said. "It's been an embarrassment to the Trikingdom for a long time, and who better to clean it up than a paladin." Kalas couldn't argue that point. Paladins were holy warriors. They did good deeds in exchange for certain magical powers from the gods.

"But what about the marriages that have already been arranged for us?" he asked.

"Your sister, Larise, can marry Prince Dumont in my place, and Loqui can marry Princess Trian," she said.

Prince Loqui Coderra was the eldest son of King Airon Coderra. Loqui was Kalas' cousin. The previous generation, marriages had taken place between Galin and Coderra.

"Loqui will never agree to that," Kalas complained. "He has rejected every proposal that his father has tried to arrange."

"He won't have a choice," Careena said. "He has already reached the age where he should have been married. My brother has already spoken with his father, and if we can get your father to agree, since he made the original arrangements, Loqui will marry Trian."

"What about the other kingdoms those arrangements were made with? They may not accept the changes," he argued.

"Do you want to marry me, or not?" she said, teasingly. "Loqui is a better arrangement for Trian, he's going to be king of Coderra, and Larise is equal to me."

"No she's not," Kalas said, becoming convinced of her plan, "you're more beautiful."

Careena blushed profusely. He was the only person that could make her feel self conscious. "You better not let her hear you say that," she warned him. "She is your sister, after all."

"I won't," he said, "I'm not stupid. So we just have to convince my father. He's not going to like it," he told her.

"I know, but I figured he'd be in a good mood today, with the wedding tomorrow, and we'd never have a better opportunity," she said. "We should go approach him right now."

"No, I think you should do it alone. If I'm with you he'll disagree just to spite me," Kalas said. His father had been furious when Kalas joined the ranks of the Paladins. Each of the three kingdoms specialized in an art which benefited the whole Trikingdom. DuGuerra was the center of magic, Coderra trained rogues and spies, and Galin specialized in warriors. The Paladins were warriors, but because they were sworn to only do good deeds, they were often viewed as weak, and were mistrusted by other warrior castes for their ability to use magic.

"You're probably right," she sighed. "I guess I hadn't thought about that. Do you think he'll agree?"

"I have faith in you," he said. "No one can resist your charm."

A few hours later, Careena found herself in front of King Bromen in his audience chamber. She had made her plea and the burly man sat staring at her stone-faced. Secretly he was pleased, and hoped to turn her request to his advantage.

"Why should I agree to this scheme of yours?" he asked, feigning anger. "It took me months to arrange those marriages."

"Please, my lord, the Trikingdom will lose nothing, and will gain some stability in a region that has long been lawless," she pleaded.

Bromen sat as if considering her argument for several seconds. "Minister Haldan, clear the chamber. I wish to speak with Princess Careena alone."

The minister quickly ushered everyone out of the chamber. It was not uncommon for the king to negotiate behind closed doors, especially if it appeared he might capitulate on some matter. He never liked to appear weak in front of his subjects.

"Breaking arrangements that I negotiated would damage my reputation," he told her. "If I am to allow this to occur I am going to require some favors from you, after the two of you are married."

"Anything, my lord," the princess said, eagerly.

"First, you're going to have to personally renegotiate the marriage arrangement with Prince Dumont. His father, King Darkin is a friend of mine so that shouldn't be too difficult. Second, you'll renegotiate the arrangement with Princess Trian. Her mother, Queen Islan, is very obstinate, and it was hard to arrange that marriage. She only agreed because Kalas is a Paladin," he almost spat the word, "so she believes her daughter could lead him around by the nose. She may balk at the union between her daughter and Loqui."

"Of course, my lord," Careena said quickly. She knew that someone would have to renegotiate with the other monarchs, and that King Bromen wouldn't be eager to do it himself. It would be very embarrassing for him to have to go back to the other two begging for forgiveness for breaking the previous arrangements.

"Lastly, to compensate me for the loss to my reputation, you must spend a night with me in my bedchamber, doing whatever I desire," he said, his voice filled with lust. He had been admiring her beauty for several years, and had been trying to figure out a way to get her into his bed.

Princess Careena was shocked and alarmed at the third request. "How could...what...I could never..." she stammered, before composing herself. Her cheeks burned with rage and embarrassment. "I could never sleep with a man other than my husband," she protested. She had seen the way King Bromen stared at her in the past, but she never imagined he would stoop to such a level.

"Then, I'm afraid you'll have to marry Prince Dumont," the king sneered. "I'm sure he'll appreciate your devotion to monogamy. What did you think the Blessing of Conception is for?"

Careena stared down at the ground, arguing with herself. She didn't think she could live married to anyone other than Kalas, he was her life, but the thought of sleeping with his father revolted her. The Blessing of Conception was a spell that had been created shortly after the Trikingdom had been formed. It was cast on royal couples once they were married, and allowed them to choose when they would conceive, and the sex of their child. The nature of the spell was such that neither of the pair could have a child with anyone else. King Bromen was suggesting that this side effect was the true reason for the spell.

She could see no way out of her predicament, and she hated the man for the decision he was forcing her to make. "I'll do it," she whispered, sullenly.

"What was that princess?" he asked, teasing her.

"I'll do it, my lord," she spat at him. "But Kalas must never know," she warned.

"I never boast about my conquests," King Bromen said with a leer. "I'm happy to see you're being reasonable about this. When is your eighteenth birthday?"

"In three months, my lord," she replied.

"That should be enough time to plan a wedding," the king said. "We'll announce your engagement at the wedding feast tomorrow."

Careena bowed, and now that the deal was struck was eager to be out of the vile man's presence. "One more thing," he said as she was turning to leave. "If any of the favors you must do for me are not accomplished, I will annul your marriage to Kalas, and send him so far away that you'll never see him again," he threatened, and Careena believed him.

She hurriedly left the room, holding in her tears, and clutching her stomach. King Bromen watched her leave with a stiff, aching cock. He could hardly believe his luck. That stupid little bitch hardly knew what she was getting into. Allowing her to stay married to his son would be all the leverage he'd need to make her submit to him again and again. She would be his virtually whenever he wanted her.

King Bromen wasn't really an evil man, but he was ruled entirely by his passion for female flesh. His wife had died when their children were young, and since then he had bedded every woman he possibly could. When he couldn't succeed in seducing them willingly, he was not averse to using more forceful measures like he did with Princess Careena. Frankly, he didn't understand what her reluctance had been, it was only sex.

Careena managed to make it back to her rooms before she retched in the chamber pot. She couldn't believe that she had agreed to his outrageous demand, but she saw no other way to marry the man she loved. She pushed the all thoughts of the king out of her mind and decided to concentrate on her sister's wedding, and her own future wedding to the man of her dreams.

After composing herself, she went in search of Kalas and found him examining the preparations for the wedding party with his brother, the expectant groom.

"How did it go, Careena? Did you speak with Father?" he asked.

"Yes," she beamed at him. "He said yes!"

"What's all this then?" Prince Duran asked.

"I guess we can tell you now, although it's going to be announced tomorrow at your wedding party," Careena said. "We're getting married!"

"How did you ever get the old man to agree to that?" Duran asked in amazement.

"I guess I'm just very persuasive," Careena lied, smiling, "although I did have to promise to personally renegotiate the new marriage arrangements with King Darkin and Queen Islan."

"A small price to pay for our happiness," Prince Kalas said.

"Yes, a small price," Careena echoed, hollowly. "I've got to go tell Seline the good news. She helped push Lastel into agreeing to it and instructed me to let her know the minute I knew whether your father would agree or not."

She turned to go, but Kalas grabbed her hand and pulled her to him. He bent down and kissed her deeply on the lips for the first time. It was electric, he felt as if his heart started truly beating right then and there. Her knees started to buckle from the emotion and he was half holding her up throughout the kiss.

When their lips finally parted, they stared into each other's eyes for a moment, savoring their closeness. "I love you," he said.

"I love you too," she replied as she reluctantly left him to search for her sister.

"We are both lucky men," his brother said, as the two watched her leave. "We get to marry the two most beautiful women in the world."

"I know," Kalas replied, his heart soaring.

The wedding went off splendidly the next day. At the party, King Bromen kept his word and announced Kalas and Careena's engagement after the speeches for the new bride and groom. It was a very joyous day for everyone, even Careena, who was able to forget about that third favor she had to do for the king.

In fact, she was able to push it from her mind for the next three months as she prepared for her own wedding. When the day finally arrived, she was so nervous and jittery about the nuptials that she never once thought about it. She felt a strange tingling sensation when the cleric cast the Blessing of Conception over them, but that soon passed, and it left a new connection she felt with Kalas that was wonderful. She was having the time of her life until they were dancing at the wedding party, and her new father cut in.

"I hope you haven't forgotten what you're supposed to do for me my dear," King Bromen whispered in her ear.

She hadn't forgotten, but she had tried not to think about it. "I haven't forgotten," she hissed.

"The day you return from your honeymoon I expect you to hold up your end of the bargain. Kalas will be leaving to go on one of his wanderings as soon as the two of you get back, so it will give us the perfect opportunity," he told her.

She didn't say anything, but nodded her head sullenly.

"There are secret passages linking all the royal chambers together. I'll give you a map to follow as soon as you return." With that he passed her off to another partner.

She was quiet and despondent for the rest of the day, but Kalas was too excited to notice. They left for their honeymoon before the party was over. They were staying at a villa in the remote forests of the Trikingdom. They journey was several hours long, and by the time they had arrived her spirits had picked up again.

She grew nervous again as night approached, and the time came for them to spend their first night together as husband and wife.

"Are you ready, my love?" Kalas asked as they stood in their bedchamber, ready for bed.

"Yes," she whispered happily.

He took her hand and led her to the bed and eased her back onto it, kissing her all the while. His hands were roaming all over her body; caressing her large breasts over her night shirt, cupping her bottom, smoothing her flat stomach.

She groaned with passion as a fire began to burn in her loins, and she began thrusting them up at his wandering hands. Suddenly, he grabbed the hem of her nightshirt and with one swift motion drew it up over his head. His mouth was covering her body an instant later. His lips sucked her nipples, and then his tongue burned a trail down to her vagina. He licked and sucked her sex while his hands gripped the cheeks of her bottom. She squirmed and writhed until she could take it no more.

"Oh God, darling!" she exclaimed. "Make love to me, now!"

Kalas got up quickly and removed his clothing. He was naked in a flash, his long hard cock bobbing in the cool nighttime air. Careena had never seen a man's penis before, and the sight of her husband's frightened her. It was so big!

Careena had no idea that his penis was larger than average and assumed all men's were about the same size, but that wasn't the case. She had no idea the pain she was going to feel at first when he stuffed that monster into her.

She trembled in anticipation as he climbed back onto the bed and lay on top of her. Her flesh seemed to burn all over when it came in contact with his. His penis felt like a writhing snake nestled in between their two bodies as it pulsed and throbbed in excitement. It reached up past her belly button and she wondered how her body would be able to handle something so large pushing its way inside her.

Then his lips were covering hers and his tongue was inside her mouth. She gasped and swirled her tongue against his. Her hips were pressing up at him, begging him to do it, demanding that they consummate their lust.

He broke the kiss and kneeled between her legs, his large tube of flesh poised at her entrance. He knew he had a large cock, and his brother had warned him to take it easy the first time. Fluid was running out of pussy and he rubbed the head of his cock up and down the slit to wet it.

"Are you ready, darling?" he asked.

"Yes, do it now!" she demanded.

He eased forward with gentle pressure and was surprised at how easily the head fit in. She gasped in shock as she was penetrated for the first time. 'This isn't so bad,' she thought, until she looked down and realized he didn't even have a quarter of his length inside her.

He lay back down on her, and put his mouth back over hers. He pushed his hips forward more and she cried out into his mouth in pain as the thicker part of his shaft started to force its way in. It felt as if he were slitting her two with his large organ and her vagina burned in agony.

Kalas gently jogged his penis against her crotch, not penetrating her any further, trying to let her become accustomed to his size. As soon as he felt her relax a little underneath him he pushed a little more of his member inside of her. She would tense up immediately and he would resume his gentle jogging.

This is not what she thought it would be like at all! She expected a little pain, but nothing like the excruciating torment she was experiencing now. Every time she felt like she was getting used to it, his penis would invade further, causing more pain. If this is what sex was like she was never going to do it again, ever!

After several minutes of searing pain she felt his penis bump into something inside her and it could go no further. 'Finally,' she thought, 'he's as far in as he can get.' Kalas was holding himself up on his arms, to keep his weight off her and she was able to look down at where they were joined. Impossibly, he still had less than half of his cock inside her. She could feel the head of his penis inside her gently pushing against the barrier as he jogged his loins against hers. 'At least it doesn't hurt as much,' she thought, relaxing.

Suddenly, Kalas pushed harder than normal and it felt as if something was tearing inside her. She cried out in pain and her hands flew to his chest to try and push him off. But he was much stronger than she, and he held himself in her, not withdrawing, but not advancing either.

"I'm sorry darling," he said, trying to soothe her. "The worst is over ... the worst is over ... I promise ... I promise," he repeated as he rained kisses upon her face and lips. Kalas had known he was up against her hymen and that he would have to push hard to get through it. He regretted hurting her, but knew it was necessary to complete the act. "It won't hurt so bad any more, darling, you'll see," he said as his penis continued its advance.


The Trikingdom Ch. 01



He wondered if he should force the remainder of his penis inside her with one lunge, but dismissed the idea when he looked at her pain wracked face. He advanced no further and jogged his penis inside her again. Eventually she relaxed a little and was taking deep breaths.

"Are you all the way in yet?" she asked through her tears.

"No," he replied gently. She sobbed at the word. "I'll go gently, darling, it won't hurt after awhile."

He eased a little more of his length in and stopped when her face tightened up in pain again. Tears continued to squeeze out of her tightly closed eyes. She held her arms down now, with her hands clenching the sheets. It didn't do any good to try and stop him, so she resigned herself to letting him finish.

As soon as the sharpness of the pain went away again, she opened her eyes and looked up at him. "Just get the rest of it in," she said.

"Are you sure?" he asked. "I don't want to hurt you."

She nodded in response and steeled herself against the pain. Then it came, pain such as she had never felt before. Even though she had prepared herself for it, she couldn't help crying out again. Her entire loins throbbed in pain, and she felt as if she was bleeding inside, but he had gained his objective. His entire rod was embedded inside her, and his loins were up against hers for the first time.

Kalas cried out with joy, even as Careena cried out in pain. Some of his friends told him it might not be possible for him to get his entire large tool inside her. He was told that because of the size of his penis not many women would be able to accommodate the whole length. He was ecstatic to find that Careena could.

He lowered his body onto hers, panting from the exertion, and reveling in his accomplishment. She sobbed gently in his ear as he pressed the side of his face against hers.

"It won't hurt any more, darling, once the pain is gone it won't come back," he whispered gently.

At first she didn't believe him, but soon the pain began to fade as he held himself still inside her, and she only felt full. She stopped sobbing and relaxed, and he took that as his cue to begin his in and out movements.

He went slowly, at first, and only drew back a little before easing back into her. She made no more noise other than an occasional grunt as he thrust in a little too hard. He began picking up speed and drawing more of his length out. Careena started moaning under him, and he thought he was hurting her again, but he looked into her face and saw the smile and look of ecstasy displayed across it.

Kalas had been right, it didn't hurt any more. As he pushed and pulled his prick in and out, she felt a little soreness, but it never got any worse, and as her pleasure began to mount it became easy to ignore. Soon she was pressing her hips up to meet his thrusts, and pulling his head down to kiss him passionately on the lips.

Kalas had never believed it could feel this good. He was now moving fast, pistoning his rod in and out at a blazing pace, pulling nearly the whole length out then driving it with force back in. Her large breasts shook invitingly with each thrust, and his large balls slapped loudly against her bottom each time he sank fully inside her.

Careena felt a strange sensation building along the tunnel Kalas was plundering inside her. She felt warmth spreading quickly from her loins; it spread up to her stomach and then flared out to the rest of her body. Her face felt flush, and her breath was short. Her back arched up in pleasure and she felt as if she had no control over her body. Spasm, after delightful spasm rocked her, as Kalas continued to thrust inside her.

Kalas kept up his pace through her orgasm. Her pussy contracted along his entire length deliciously as she came. Her face contorted in passion, and she couldn't speak for several minutes. He watched her with satisfaction, pleased that he had been able to give her the ultimate pleasure. As her body relaxed he began hammering away at her vagina in earnest, making her cry out in pleasure, not pain this time.

"Oh Kalas, Kalas," she moaned. Her fingernails clawed at his back; before her hands moved down to grasp his bottom. She squeezed the muscular cheeks as she pulled him into her, as if trying to force him deeper inside.

"Harder, harder!" she urged, but he was already pummeling her as hard and as fast as he could. He felt a tingling in his groin that spread up the length of his rod. He felt as if his entire life was in traveling to the head of his penis, and then it burst forth up and into his new bride. All his muscles clenched and unclenched as his sperm pumped out of the end of his cock.

"Careena," he gasped as he filled her. She brought his head down again and kissed him, feeling his breath enter her mouth in time with his cock spurting inside her.

He was soon spent, and collapsed on top of her. She started to squirm uncomfortably under his weight and he rolled off. His large softening cock was pulled from her tight hole with a loud 'plop', and it flopped onto his stomach in its semi-rigid state. He looked down at his member, as he lay on his back, and saw it was covered in a mixture of blood and semen, and remembered the pain he had caused her.

"Here my love, I'm sorry," he said as he raised a hand engulfed in the blue fire of the Paladins. The Paladins used blue fire for all their magic. It had its limitations, but it was very good at healing and protection. Before she could say anything he placed his hand on her vagina and willed the fire to heal.

"Aaaahhh," she cried out in surprise, as the fire burned hot for a moment then soothed and healed her tender loins. When he removed his hand, the fire was out and her pain was gone.

She looked at him lovingly. "Thank you, but you didn't have to do that," she said. "It didn't hurt that bad anymore."

He kissed her lovingly on the lips. "Yes, but I thought it would feel better when we do it again," he replied.

Careena looked down at her husband's penis and saw that it was indeed regaining its former strength and vigor. She took it in her hand and felt its weight. It was heavy and throbbed as she moved her hand along its length. She couldn't believe something so big had fit inside her, and felt good as he pounded it in and out. She couldn't wait to do it again.

"I never thought penises were so big," she said.

"Most aren't," he replied. "I've never seen another one as big as mine." He wasn't bragging, just telling her the truth.

"I always thought they were pretty much the same," she stated as she continued to stroke his cock. She was particularly fascinated with the large bulbous head which she continually squeezed when her hand reached it.

"No, they come in various sizes," he said.

It excited her a little to know that her husband's penis was big, and made her a little proud. She rolled on top of him and kissed him passionately on the mouth. His hands caressed her smooth, flawless back.

"Well, I think I like the size of yours," she said as she broke the kiss and sat up, astride him. His penis was lying on his stomach, its length nestled between the lips of her pussy. She ground down on it, sliding her slick slit up and down the long shaft. She moaned as her clit rubbed against the hard rod.

Kalas reached up and took her large breasts in his hands. He rolled her nipples between his fingers, making her moan some more. She was the first woman he had ever seen naked, but he knew that she had the most luscious tits of any woman alive. She was the woman of his dreams, and it was hard to believe that he had actually been allowed to marry her.

"I love you," he said passionately, as his penis strained against her rubbing slit.

"I love you too," she responded with just as much passion. She couldn't believe how sensitive her nipples felt as he played with them with his large fingers. Everywhere he touched her body seemed to burn with a passion she had never experienced before. She couldn't stop the moans from continually escaping her lips. Another orgasm was approaching and she wanted to cum with him inside her again.

Careena raised herself up, and then had to get up a little more to point the head of her husband's cock at her wet, excited opening. He gasped out loud as she lodged the head in her sheath, and then slowly sank back down the entire length of his shaft until her full bottom rested on his thighs.

There was no pain this time for Careena, just a delicious full feeling deep in her belly. She sat on him, unmoving, enjoying the sensation of having his entire rode lodged in her cunt. But the need to cum began to overwhelm her, and she started rocking her hips back and forth so that the shaft of his cock exquisitely excited her clit.

Kalas continued to maul and manhandle her breasts as she rocked on top of him. God, how he loved this beautiful woman. He couldn't believe that he was fully inside her, but his entire length was buried in her luxurious slit, being stimulated beyond belief as she moved on top of him.

Careena rocked back and forth faster and faster until her hips became a blur of motion. Kalas held onto her breasts for dear life as she whipped back and forth. He was amazed at how sexually adept she was for their first time. It was as if her instincts were all geared towards giving and receiving sexual pleasure.

She was sweating furiously as she worked, and she was breathing hard but she couldn't stop. It felt good! Her entire body felt as if it were on fire, and the little nub between her legs felt as if her entire body would explode out of it at any second.

Then it happened. Her entire body tensed, her hips jerked forward, her head was thrown back, and she let out a cry of pure joy as she erupted in orgasm atop her husband. Her bottom clenched and unclenched as it rested on his thighs, and her fingers dug into his chest as she lost all control over her body.

Feeling her snug vagina spasming around his cock was too much for Kalas, and he came seconds after she did, filling her womb with another load of his semen. He jerked his hips up, lifting her off the bed as he came into her tight passage.

She would have collapsed on top of him in exhaustion, but he managed to keep his arms straight as he grasped her breasts. After he calmed down he slowly lowered her onto his chest, his penis still embedded inside her. As their naked skin met at so many points, it unbelievably twitched inside her, ready to spring to new life, but Careena had passed out from bliss. He kissed her forehead and decided to let her rest for awhile before they continued.



The Trikingdom Ch. 02



Careena and Kalas had spent most of their honeymoon in bed. That first night they made love three more times, and Kalas had even managed to get Careena to take his cock into her mouth before they finally slept. The rest of their time was much of the same, only leaving their room for meals and short walks.

They made their way back to Kennai Palace a very satisfied couple, but Careena was also extremely apprehensive, although she hid it well. She couldn't get her mind off the promise she had made her father and how she could get out of keeping it, but she couldn't think of a way short of murdering him. He could annul her marriage to Kalas at any time he chose if she didn't do what he wanted.

Kalas could actually sense some of his new wife's apprehension, but he attributed it to the realization of actually being married now that the honeymoon was over. It would not be easy at first; they both had a lot of work ahead of them as the Duke and Duchess of Genoise. At one time Genoise had been a vacation destination for the wealthy aristocracy, but no longer. The duchy had been vacant for so long that the area had grown lawless and streets were filled with beggars. It would be up to the two of them to bring Genoise to order.

He also felt bad about leaving for his next Wandering when they arrived back in Kennai. It was tradition for a newly married paladin, but it meant that Careena would have to arrange for their move by herself. Really, all her things were already packed in Kennai; she had arranged her possessions before she left DuGuerra and they were just waiting to add his. Paladins were supposed to have few possessions, but being the son of a king and now a duke himself, that wasn't practical.

They arrived at the palace with little fanfare. Now that they were married, few would pay them any attention unless they somehow scandalized the rest of the royal family. Careena watched her new husband pack for his Wandering in his old rooms where she would be staying until he returned. Then they would both head out for their new life in Genoise.

"I wish I didn't have to go," he told her.

"I wish you didn't too," she lamented, for many reasons.

"It won't be that bad," he said. "I'll be back before you realize I'm gone, and our sisters are here to keep you company."

"I know," she said. She was clutching a rolled parchment that had been waiting for her, sealed, in the rooms. It was from Kalas' father, King Bromen, and she was reluctant to open it.

"What's that?" Kalas asked, noticing it for the first time.

"Oh, nothing," she said. "Your father just sent me a letter welcoming me to the family and it has a brief outline for negotiating with King Darkin and Queen Islan," she lied.

"That was kind of him," he said, hardly paying attention as he rechecked his pack.

She wanted to grab him around the shoulders and beg him not to go, to leave with her right now for Genoise, but she knew what the result of that would be. He slung his pack over his shoulder and turned to her and gave her a deep kiss.

"Don't worry, I'll be back in two weeks," he said, mistaking her distress for worry for his safety, "then we'll have the rest of our lives to spend together."

She nodded solemnly and they kissed again, then he turned and walked away. She watched him leave, feeling a deep hole in the pit of her stomach. She felt as if she wanted to vomit as she regarded the rolled up paper in her hand.

'Might as well get this over with,' she thought, as she broke the seal and took a seat on the bed. The letter was written in the king's hand, but it was no 'welcome to the family' note. It instructed her to meet him in his rooms that very night, and then gave step-by-step directions on how to navigate the secret escape passages in the castle to get from Kalas' rooms to his rooms. It did not mention a purpose for the meeting or anything crass, just the directions in a businesslike manner.

She cried as she rolled it back up. She would need it to find her way through the secret passages or she would have destroyed it right then. She hid it beneath some of her clothes in one of the drawers and then lay back on the bed and sobbed quietly for nearly an hour.

She finally got up, resigned to her fate. 'Seline and Larise are probably wondering where I am,' she thought as she inspected her face in the mirror. The signs of her cry were fading and she felt it safe to meet the two princesses for lunch.

****

Careena actually forgot about the king while she spent the remainder of the day with Seline and Larise, but as she retired to Kalas' rooms after supper the knot in her stomach returned. She sat on the bed for several minutes, staring into space, trying to get the courage to stand up and retrieve the letter.

Eventually she forced herself up, and her legs started moving. She got the letter, a candle, and started searching for the entrance to the secret passage. With the instructions from King Bromen, it was easy to find, and she soon found herself walking along the passage as if in a trance.

She couldn't remember how she got there, or how much time she had spent following the king's directions, but she stood in front of another entryway into the secret passage that was slightly open. She slowly pushed it open and saw the king's dimly lit bedchamber beyond.

"Welcome, my dear," she heard the king's deep voice say before she stepped through the entry. He was sitting in a chair off to the side, facing the secret passage door. He was obviously waiting for her as he smoked his pipe. He wore only his robe, and with his legs crossed Careena could see his thick naked calves and shins.

She didn't say a word as King Bromen regarded her. "I thought that you might have changed your mind," he said casually, "and that I would have to put an end to your marriage to my son, but I see now that have some sense."

She remained quiet, not wanting to give him the satisfaction of a response. He continued to stare at her while he puffed on his pipe, his eyes trying to bore into hers. "You seem a bit overdressed for the occasion, my dear," the king finally said.

Careena reached up with shaking hands and started unbuttoning her dress. King Bromen watched her with a leer, enjoying her discomfort. It took her much longer in her nervousness to get undressed than it would have normally. She gained resolve, though, with every item of clothing she removed until she stood in front of him, nude, with a look of superiority on her face.

King Bromen finally put his pipe down and stood, towering over the newly named duchess. "My son is a lucky man," the king mused, "and so am I." He reached out a beefy hand stroked her breast, and it was all she could do to not recoil in revulsion.

The king saw the look of disgust on her face and chuckled to himself. "Did my weakling son manage to get it up long enough to make love to you?" he asked. "Or did his little pecker wither in the face of your beauty?"

She didn't answer; she didn't feel the need to. She just continued to stare at him defiantly. The king laughed, thinking he knew the answer to his own question. "I bet he didn't have anything to measure up this," he bragged as he opened his robe, displaying his erect cock.

Careena didn't want to look at it, but she didn't want to give him the satisfaction of seeing her look away either. Any other woman in her situation probably would have looked at his penis in fear of its size, but she had just spent a week making love to her husband, and his cock made his father's look ordinary.

"His was bigger," Careena spoke for the first time, mockingly, "and stood more strongly."

The king's smile dropped. He didn't believe what she said, but he was still surprised at her attitude. Most women were impressed or afraid of his member, but here she stood mocking him. He would wipe that look off her face when his cock was battering her insides.

Recovering his composure he pulled the naked duchess close so that he could fondle her entire body. "I'm going to enjoy this," he murmured more to himself than to her.

He smelled of pipe smoke and alcohol, and it was all Careena could do not to retch as King Bromen forced his tongue into her mouth as he bent down and kissed her. Her arms had come up reflexively and served as a buffer between her body and his as he crushed her to him. Her hands sank into his pudgy flesh and she could feel the hard muscle that lay beneath the layer of fat. She realized that he probably had a similar build to Kalas at one time, long ago, before excess food and drink had caught up with him.

One part of him that was hard was his penis, which was poking her in the belly as he forced the kiss, and his hands squeezed and played with her bottom. Despite her revulsion at the man she was performing the act with, her body began to respond in arousal at the thought of the sexual activity she would soon be engaged in. She found herself wondering what his penis would feel like inside her, and was surprised that, although she wished it belonged to another man, she was growing excited with anticipation.

King Bromen could smell her growing arousal and smiled to himself. It usually happened like this; once a woman got a look at his cock, no matter how reluctant they seemed at first, they always ended up begging for it. She seemed no different than any of the other women he had bedded.

What he didn't know was that it wouldn't have mattered how large his cock was. Careena was just one of those women who enjoyed sex of any kind, as she was now discovering herself. Her vagina was getting so wet, that her thighs were becoming slick with her fluids. His hand worked its way between her slippery thighs from behind and stroked her wet slit. He finally removed his mouth from hers and chuckled as he worked two fingers into her wet hole.

"All you sluts are the same," he said as his fingers roughly violated her vagina. "You pretend you don't want it, but your pussies say different."

'Please stop talking,' Careena thought. It was humiliating enough getting aroused by her father; she didn't want to hear about it too. His fingers had forced her up on her tiptoes and his large cudgel was now poking around the sparse hair below her stomach. Instinct caused her to ground her groin against it, tightening her bottom and trapping his fingers inside her.

"You sure are a hot little slut, aren't you?" King Bromen said, as he pushed her away and removed his fingers. She looked at him questioningly, but he just wanted to remove his robe. Once his robe was off, he roughly picked her up and threw her down on her back on the bed.

The king had never been one for much foreplay; for him sex was about his pleasure, not his partner's, especially when it came from a deal like he made with the young duchess. His cock ached to be inside her, she was wet and ready, and so that's what he intended to do.

Careena didn't have any time to recover from the shock of being thrown on the bed before the king was on top of her, crushing her under his weight. His sudden ferocity scared her a little. It hadn't been like this with Kalas; the king and her husband were of similar build, the king was just a little heavier, but she had never felt trapped when Kalas was on top of her like she did now. With her husband she had felt lovingly embraced, but she found that being trapped under the king excited her passions as well.

'Why am I reacting this way?' she thought. 'Is there something wrong with me?' She had little time to contemplate, though, as the king's battering ram was frantically trying to find its way into her small hole. She felt the head lodge itself in her opening, and then she let out a gasp as with one mighty thrust of his hips the entire length of his penis was buried inside her.

"Oh, you little slut!" he cried as began to hammer away with long powerful strokes. He was pounding so hard that they both began to slide across the bed forcing Careena to throw her hands out and grab the sheets to keep in place.

With the ease at which he was able to ram his prick into her, King Bromen began to suspect that his young daughter may have been telling the truth about the size of Kalas' cock. It had to be fairly large, and judging by the way she was responding to the pounding he was giving her, they must have done it often. Maybe his youngest son wasn't the wimp he thought he was.

Careena couldn't understand why her body was betraying her the way it was. Her hips were thrusting up to meet the king's strokes, and her pussy was convulsing with pleasure every time he bottomed out inside her. At that moment she realized that sex and love had very little to do with one another. She could enjoy sex with King Bromen even though she reviled the man as he lay on top of her.

King Bromen, feeling a little put out that the size of his cock wasn't punishing enough for the young woman, stopped thrusting long enough to hook his arms under the back of her knees, lifting her butt slightly in the air as he leaned forward. He let out a feral growl as he began pounding his cock down into the duchess, making her bottom bounce off the bed.

Careena's legs were spread wide, and her knees nearly touched her shoulders each time the king slammed his cock into her. Their groins smashed together with bruising pleasure as her body rebounded off the bed. She now gripped his arms tightly as this new angle didn't push her forward on the bed. She gasped every time their bodies crashed together and moaned in pleasure the rest of the time. She was truly enjoying the fucking the king was giving her. 'That's the difference,' she thought, 'Kalas makes love to me, and his father is fucking me.'

"You like it ... like it rough ... rough like this ... don't you ... my little ... little slut!" the king managed to get out between thrusts.

"Yes," Careena gasped, truthfully, "I love it."

The king growled again and began hammering away even faster at his daughter's pussy. The young woman squealed with delight as her clit was stimulated beyond anything she could imagine. She opened her eyes and realized for the first time that she had been holding them shut. She looked up at the king's passion twisted face, but he was looking down at the point where their two bodies were crashing together. She followed his gaze and saw the thick rod pistoning in and out below the king's hanging gut. The sight disgusted and excited her at the same time.

Her nipples grew hot and tingly at the sight of his cock as it disappeared and reappeared in a blur of motion. She grabbed her own large breasts and squeezed them. They had never felt this way before she had sex with Kalas, but now she noticed a burning and itching sensation in them whenever she was aroused.

As she mauled her own breasts, the fire blazing in them spread to her belly, and she felt the familiar tingling sensation begin to grow in her clit. All of a sudden she wanted it harder, and faster.

"Fuck me ... fuck me ... fuck me ... fuck your little slut!" she screamed at King Bromen.

The king was already giving her all he had. His breath was coming hard and sweat was dripping from his brow and falling onto Careena's chest. His heart was pounding from the exertion, and his vision was becoming blurry. He worried that if he didn't cum soon he might have a heart attack.

Then the young duchess came hard, while she still continued to urge the king to fuck her. Her whole body tensed and threatened to throw King Bromen off her, but the old king managed to keep his balance and his steady rhythm.

He came a moment after her, filling her womb for the first time with seed other than her husband's. She was aware of his hips jerking unnaturally and a flood of warmth as he spurted into her womb, but soon after she passed out from exhaustion.

A short time later, King Bromen fondled his son's new wife while she slept soundly next to him. She had not awoken since she passed out, but the king had rolled her onto her side and snuggled up behind her. Now he was kneading her large tits with one hand while the other played with the mixture of their cum in her open vagina. 'She may be my son's wife, but she's my little slut,' the king thought.

His large organ had risen up again and was now nestled between her generous butt cheeks. It was rare for him to find a woman so obviously built for sex that enjoyed it as much as she did. He began to wish that he had done things different and married her himself so that he could have access to her body whenever he wished. But he knew that would have been impractical, besides as much as he enjoyed having her he enjoyed having variety more.

As his cock rested in the cleft of her bottom he wondered if his son had initiated her into the joys of anal sex. 'He probably hasn't', the king thought, 'he's too polite to suggest it himself.' He took one of his fingers, coated with the mixture of cum from her vagina and began to probe her anus.

Careena moaned at the assault, but didn't wake up. The king's finger slipped past the outer ring with a little effort. The hole was tight, his son definitely hadn't been up there yet, but in her relaxed, passed out state, he thought he would be able to get at least the head of his cock in before she was aware of what was happening.

He greased up his cock with their combined cum leaking from her pussy, aimed the head at her dark back passage with one, and gripped her hip with the other. He pressed his hips forward hard and the head and some of the shaft popped in past her sphincter.

Careena's eyes flew open and she nearly screamed in shock and surprise. The king moved a hand to cover her mouth to muffle any noises she might make while he said in her ear, "Don't worry, slut, it won't hurt for very long."

"Stop ... please ... take it out ... it hurts!" she screamed under his hand. The king ignored her pleas and continued to press his hips forward. More of his thick member was forced down her tight nether hole. She continued to scream and plead for him to stop through his hand.

After what seemed to Careena an eternity, she finally felt his hairy balls nestle against the lips of her pussy, and his large gut pressed against her bottom. She couldn't believe he had fit that monster inside her colon, but the pain wasn't getting any worse and he had stopped moving for now. She wasn't screaming anymore, but was sobbing quietly, trying to find a position that relieved some of the pain in her ass.

Her anus felt incredibly full and she was grateful that the king had let her have a small respite to recover. After a while she thought it didn't feel so bad anymore and wriggled her bottom to encourage him to continue so that she could get it over with.

The king took the hint and began to slowly pull his hips back. As his penis receded, it left her feeling empty, until the king forced it back in, filling her bowels back up. She gasped in shock, but it wasn't as painful as before. She breathed in heavily as he drew back in, and then let her breath out as he pushed forward. This helped her to keep from screaming.

The king was in heaven. Her ass squeezed his cock wonderfully along its whole length as he plunged it in and out. Since she was being fairly quiet he removed his hand from her mouth and used it to hold onto her shoulder to help pull her back onto him as he thrust forward.

Soon, Careena was pushing her butt back onto him on her own, but King Bromen still held onto her tightly. His cock slid thickly in and out of her previously virgin ass with little resistance. Now that the pain had gone, the duchess was able to relax her sphincter and allow him full access to her behind.

She was amazed that the pain was gone, and she was actually beginning to enjoy the ass fucking. She started stroking her clit as he fucked her, surprised at how close she actually was to cumming. She inserted two fingers into her pussy and was shocked to feel his cock through the membrane separating her pussy and anus, as it moved in and out.




The Trikingdom Ch. 02



"Fuck my ass, daddy," she moaned, "fuck your daughter's slutty ass!"

King Bromen was only happy to comply, and he sped up his hips, fucking her ass with long fast strokes. Careena rubbed her clit furiously as they fucked, feeling very slutty letting her father fuck her ass. It wasn't going to take her long to cum this time and it hit her suddenly. Her ass spasmed around his cock and she let out a long, low moan.

"You little slut ... you little slut," the king groaned as his daughter's ass squeezed his penis in a death grip. Soon he was coming too, filling her tight back passage with his second load of cum of the night. Careena was barely aware of the warm pulses of sperm shooting into her as his cock spit out its fluid.

This time both father, and daughter-in-law passed out, with his cock still lodged deep in her ass.

A few hours later, Careena woke up with an ache in her backside. It took her a moment to remember where she was because she couldn't see and seemed to be buried under some great weight while she lay on her stomach. At first she thought she had to use the chamber pot really bad, but then the feeling seemed to relent for a moment before it came back again swiftly. Then she realized where she was, and that her father was fucking her ass again.

King Bromen had woken up a few minutes before she did, and found his penis still hard and still entrenched up her asshole. The palace was still quiet, and he had decided they had time for one last fuck before he had to send her back to her room, and since he was already in her ass, it seemed like a good hole to relieve his passion in. He rolled her over onto her stomach and without any preliminaries began sawing in and out.

Lying down like this made her ass feel even tighter, and it tore at the skin of his cock. The cum he had pumped into her hours before was still in there, squishing around as he fucked her, and it was pushed out and around his cock, making it easier.

The duchess gritted her teeth and bore the pain in her backside. Since her lust had been sated earlier, she found that she once again despised the king and his lust for her body. It was hard to breathe, buried underneath him, and the muscles in her anus felt like they were cramping from being stretched for so long. She felt horrible, both physically and mentally, and hated the king even more for using her again at that moment.

The king continued to jerk his hips forward and back against her plush bottom. He covered her whole body with his, crushing her with his weight. He loved the feel of her luscious body beneath his. He reached underneath her and fondled her breasts, pinching her nipples between his fingers.

When she felt the king's hands on her tits, Careena's passion began to rise again. She hated her body for its response to his ministrations, but she began pushing back against his thick intruding member. There was no way she was going to get around it, sex always felt good to her, no matter who it was with, or which of her holes was getting fucked.

'Might as well relax and enjoy it,' she thought as she heard the loud squishy sounds coming from her ass. 'I'm such a slut.'

The king was really abusing the young woman's breasts; squeezing them hard and using them to help pull him into her. He was so much bigger than her that his chest was pressed against her head. She had to turn her head to the side to keep from being suffocated.

"That's it ... that's it my little slut," King Bromen gasped as his member thickly thrust into her again and again. Like before, he didn't care whether the duchess was enjoying it or not, but he could tell that she was by the way she was writhing beneath him.

All too soon for the king, he felt that familiar tingling in his groin. He thrust one last time forward, and gasped out loud as his cock swelled and emptied its seed once again into the depths of her bowels.

The duchess came at the same moment, pushing her ass back as best she could with his weight on top of her. She lost control of her body and was wracked with spasms for several seconds as her orgasm overtook her.

After they both calmed down King Bromen finally rolled off the beautiful young woman. His thick cock pulled out of her anus with an audible 'plop', leaving a deep empty feeling inside her. The king looked at her anus and saw that it was gaped open, like some strange toothless mouth in an expression of surprise.

"It's time for you to head back to your rooms, little slut," the king told her, "unless you want the palace staff gossiping about where you spent the night."

Fear of getting caught got Careena moving. She could feel his cum running out of her ass, and she wondered how she was going to hide it. She would have to have a bath drawn first thing, before she allowed anyone to attend to her.

The king watched her get dressed and prepare to leave with a look of supreme satisfaction on his face. He could tell she was beginning to feel disgusted at herself for what she had just done, but he knew that while they were engaged in the act she enjoyed it immensely.

"Feel free to return tomorrow night, if you wish, duchess," he said, "or any night while your husband's gone."

Careena heard him speak, but didn't acknowledge it. She felt horrible for enjoying it as much as she had and had no intention of repeating the experience. She quickly left the room through the secret passage, hoping never to return.

King Bromen chuckled to himself as he watched her leave. He knew she'd be back, maybe not tomorrow night, but eventually her need for sex would get the better of her and she'd come begging for his cock.



The Trikingdom Ch. 03



Duchess Careena Galin relaxed comfortably in her horse drawn coach as she and her husband made their way from Kennai Palace to their new home in Genoise. Her husband, Kalas, sat beside her, a rare occurrence during their week long journey, but both of them were silent as they rested for a few hours. Kalas was sleeping, but she couldn't. She had too many disturbing thoughts racing through her head about what had occurred the previous week.

After her night with King Bromen she had resolved to stay away from him for the remainder of her stay, and had done a good job of it during the next day, but as she prepared for bed she began to remember what sex had been like with the king. The next thing she knew, she was walking down the secret passage to the king's room again. He had laughed when she opened the door, but he had been sitting in the same chair waiting for her.

She shuddered now, when she thought about what they had done together. The sex had been base and dirty with no love involved, and to her shame she had enjoyed every minute of it. It had become like a drug she couldn't do without, until the night before Kalas returned and the guilt of what she was doing had overcome her. She had managed to stay away that night, and then the next night Kalas had been there and the two of them made love all night long.

The night with Kalas had been wonderful. He had satisfied her every need, sexual and emotional, in a way that sex with King Bromen never did. She was beginning to wonder if she had been under some sort of spell that had been broken with the return of her husband. She dismissed the idea; King Bromen possessed no magic and he would have been the only person to gain from using such a spell.

The only other alternative was disturbing to her; at some level she must have liked the way the king had treated her, and that realization bothered her. She snuggled close to Kalas, content at the moment that whatever she had felt before disappeared when she was with him.

They had already been traveling for three days and she was starting to get bored with the monotonous landscape passing outside the carriage. The southern region of the Trikingdom was dry and flat and completely uninspiring. The only place that was worth seeing was Genoise which lay on the coast. It had once been a popular vacation spot for nobles, but after years of bad rule had succumbed to the kind of corruption that occurred when money met dishonest officials.

Their escort was made up of guards from both Galin and DuGuerra. They would bolster the small force guarding the ducal estate when they arrived. In addition, Careena's childhood maid had agreed to come with her. She was riding in the carriage behind. The old woman was looking toward the move as one last adventure before she retired from service. Kalas's best friend, and fellow paladin, was also travelling with them, although he had yet to decide whether he would remain in Genoise.

Careena peered out the window at the sturdy young man dressed in full paladin battle armor as he rode beside their carriage. She knew the man, Jareth, looked up to her husband, who was quickly becoming something of a legend among the paladin order. Not for any good deeds, he hadn't been around long enough, but for the amount of strength he seemed to possess both physical and magical.

She was looking forward to the task ahead of them, but she had trepidation about it too. Would they be able to find the right balance to restore Genoise to prosperity, or would they wind up dead like the previous Duke?

She looked at her paladin-husband while he slept. She knew she would have to temper the firm hand he would want to use to clean up the city. Paladins were not known for being patient with those breaking the law and doing harm to others.

As a member of the DuGuerra royal family she herself had been instructed in the use of magic, but she wasn't good at it. It wasn't that she didn't study or cast the spells wrong; she had trouble calling forth the innate magic inside her. All her instructors agreed that her form and concentration were excellent, but the spells came out weak, or didn't function at all.

When she was young, her father had hired specialists to a examine her. One of them had come to the conclusion that even though she possessed a great deal of magical energy, something was blocking it. After that, she had spent much of her time studying rule, law, and finances. If she couldn't use magic, she at least wanted to govern well. Which is why she was so eager to begin their new life together in Genoise; she wanted to see if her studies would pay off.

***

Three days later, the duke and duchess, weary from travel, arrived at their new home. Both of them examined the outside of the ducal estate with an air of dissatisfaction. It was in a state of disrepair that mirrored the rest of the city.

On the front steps stood a thin wiry man wearing glasses and clutching a stack of disorganized papers to his chest. He shuffled back and forth on his feet nervously as he waited for the young couple to approach.

"Welcome, Lord Kalas, Lady Careena," the man said with an awkward bow as they reached the top of the steps. "I'm Cilas Grantham, chief steward of this estate and interim administrator of the duchy of Genoise."

"Thank you, Cilas," Kalas responded. "I'm sure you've done a splendid job in the absence of a duke."

The man seemed pleased with the praise and relaxed somewhat. "Please allow me to show you around, and introduce you to the rest of the staff," the man said, motioning them to enter.

The large doors to the estate opened as they approached. The interior was slightly better than the exterior, at least inside the layer of grime had been washed away, but the furnishings were shabby and in need of replacement or repair.

The most important staff members of the estate were lined up in the entry to receive the new duke and duchess. After the introductions, Cilas gave a brief speech formally welcoming them to Genoise. Kalas thanked them all and then excused himself and his wife so that they could be shown to their room to freshen up after their long journey.

"Everyone seems nice," Careena commented once they were alone in their room.

"I suppose, but Cilas hardly seems like he's suited to managing a city," Kalas remarked.

"Yes, but he's probably good with finances," she responded.

Kalas agreed, but their conversation was cut short as several maids entered with their luggage from the trip. Careena's old maid, Siri, was with them. She was going to instruct the others on how to set up the room to the duchess's standards. Cilas appeared a few moments later, offering the young couple a tour of their new estate.

They accepted and were soon on an overlong excursion through nearly every room in the estate filled with unnecessary explanations and stories that Cilas seemed to delight in telling. They wearily were finally led to the dining hall, where a fine dinner had been prepared for them, where they were joined by Kalas's friend Jareth, who was bewildered by the dirty looks the couple sent his direction at his having missed the tour.

Tired from the journey, and the tour, the duke and duchess returned to their room following dinner intending to retire early. They shooed all their attendants out, stating that they wanted to be alone and prepared for bed.

"So, is it as bad as you thought?" Careena asked as she brushed out her hair. She had changed into her nightgown, but Kalas was still wearing his shirt and breeches.

"The estate is in worse shape than I thought," he admitted, "we'll see about the rest of the city in the morning."

"How do you want to proceed?" she asked. "We have to be careful how much pressure we put on the people. I know we need to clean up the corruption, but we don't want the citizenry resenting us for it."

"I know. We need to find someone to make an example of. Someone so despicable, and hated by the population that there will be no public outcry when he's punished," he said.

"Finding that person is going to take some time," she commented as she examined her hair in the mirror.

"Perhaps not," he replied with a sly smile. "I asked Loqui if he had any operatives in the city, and if he could put us in contact with one. He wouldn't tell me how many he had here, but he promised his best rogue would contact us as soon as possible."

Careena frowned at her husband quickly. "I'm not sure I want Loqui involved. I don't fully trust him," she said.

"I don't fully trust him either," Kalas admitted, "and he's my cousin, but we need the help and this is the quickest way to get it. Besides, the rogues will be here whether we work with them or not, it's their job, and I'd rather have them working with us then spying on us covertly."

Careena was about to respond when a new voice said, "That is a very wise statement, Duke Kalas."

They both turned toward the voice and saw an old woman walking out of secret door in the wall. "Don't be alarmed," the old woman said, as she saw Kalas tensing up, "I am the operative Prince Loqui promised."

As Kalas looked at her, he recognized her from earlier when they were introduced to the staff. "You're one of the kitchen servants, aren't you?" he asked in surprise.

The old woman smiled, "Among other things, yes. Gilda Ganner is my name, and I serve wherever and however King Airon commands me to." She bowed dramatically after this last statement.

"How much of our conversation did you hear?" Duke Kalas asked.

"Enough to have a solution to your dilemma," she answered.

"You were spying on us?!" the duchess asked, indignantly.

"Of course. I needed to know what kind of rulers you would be; if you would be able to do what needs to be done. King Airon and Prince Loqui want Genoise cleaned up as much as you do, if not more. This used to be a city where the wealthy and powerful came to relax and share secrets. A lot of information used to pass through her, but no more. King Airon would like it to be so again."

"So you will help us?" Kalas asked.

"Yes, and I have the perfect target for your 'example'," the old woman said.

"Name him," Kalas responded.

"Nero Helman, Captain of the Guard," Gilda responded.

"What?!" the princess exclaimed. "He's in charge of safeguarding the entire city."

"Yes, and he's been abusing his authority terribly," the old woman responded. "The people will be glad to see him gone. He charges protection fees to merchants, and demands bribes of those that are caught breaking the law, even minor infractions. If you can't pay, he takes his payment in trade from a female relative; your wife, sister, daughter, even mother. He makes the men watch as he uses their loved ones."

Gilda spoke with such venom in her voice that Kalas and Careena didn't doubt that she spoke the truth. "I'm also certain he murdered his predecessor, although I don't think that was a great loss as that man intentionally allowed the previous duke to be killed. The people will love you for getting rid of Nero Helman, and they will trust you if punish someone they see as being a figure of authority. Right now the people believe that you may be just as bad as Helman."

"We'll need to catch him in the act," Kalas said, thoughtfully.

"Easily done," Gilda said enthusiastically. "He's 'entertaining' a young couple right now in this very estate. The man has become so bold that he's taken a room here instead of in the barracks. This passage passes right by it," she said, motioning to the secret door she had used to enter. "If we go now, we should be able to catch him in the act."

Without further word Kalas began gathering his sword and armor. Careena watched her husband with a grim look on her face. She had rarely seen this determined manner he was displaying and it frightened her a little.

"I would advise, Duke Kalas, that you leave your armor behind. The passage is narrow and not all the walls are thick. Your would be easily heard tromping about if you wore it. Your sword should suffice if we catch Helman unaware," the old woman said.

Duke Kalas reluctantly agreed and belted his sword around his waist. He followed Gilda to the secret door and turned to Careena when he saw she intended to go with them. "Maybe you should stay here," he suggested. "You certainly aren't dressed for wandering around the estate."

"No, I want to see this fiend for myself," she responded.

Kalas sighed and relented but made Careena stay behind them for safety. As she entered the passage, Careena was reminded of the passage she took to meet with King Bromen. A shudder ran through her body, but she was uncertain whether it was in revulsion at the memory or excitement.

They followed Gilda through the narrow passage as silently as possible, not wanting to wake the entire estate. After a few minutes of walking, Gilda stopped, and held a finger to her lips.

The old woman slid a panel to the side and looked through a revealed peep-hole. Voices could be heard from the other side of the wall, and from the tone it was apparent that a woman was in distress. Gilda put her eye to the peep-hole for a few seconds and then backed away and motioned the duke and duchess to see for themselves.

Careena elbowed her husband out of the way before he could get a look, and put her own eye to the hole. She immediately focused on a man sitting in a chair. His arms and legs were fastened to the chair, and a gag had been placed over his mouth. His face was a mask of anguish and tears ran freely down his cheeks. His sobs could be heard quietly, muffled by the gag. He was staring intently at something across the room.

Careena shifted to look in the direction the man was staring and saw what she expected. A young woman lay on a bed naked with her legs splayed wide. Tears ran down her cheeks too, but her eyes were blank, looking at nothing. Her sobbing could be clearly heard as presently there were no other sounds coming from the room.

Careena could see a trickle of sperm running down one of the woman's legs and as she focused on her sex she felt a strange reaction. She felt a stirring in her own loins that belied the horror she felt at the woman's situation. It reminded her so much of what she had gone through with her father and she realized she was beginning to feel the same strange mix of emotions.

The woman's legs were suddenly raised up and Careena's eyes locked on the man who was now gripping her ankles. They had met the guard captain when they arrived, but she had to admit she had barely noticed him before. Now he was the center of her attention, in all his naked glory, as he readied himself to defile the young woman again.

"No ... please, no more ... no more!" the woman pleaded.

"Shut your mouth bitch, I'll do as I please," Helman spat. Careena's had involuntarily made its way down to her crotch as she watched Nero Helman aim his meaty cock at the girl's poor abused pussy. Her movement thankfully went unnoticed by Kalas and Gilda in the dimness of the passage.

Suddenly, Careena felt herself pushed aside as her husband decided to finally get a look for himself. She could hear the familiar sounds of sex coming from the other side of the wall as her husband looked. She watched his face grow angrier and angrier as he kept his eye glued to the hole. She hardly noticed that her hand was slowly caressing her sex as she listened to the guard captain rape the young woman.

Blue flame started to slowly outline Kalas's body from the feet up until he was completely wreathed in flame. Gilda's eyes grew wide and she quickly ran further down the passage as she guessed the duke's intent. It would be hard for a kitchen maid to explain how she ended up in a secret passage with the duke and duchess.

The blue flame seemed to gather in the duke's hands. He held his arms out, and with a thunderous clap the wall in front of them exploded out into the in a cloud of splinters.

The man in the chair was nearly knocked over. Captain Helman pulled out and spun away from the woman to face the intrusion. "What the...!" the man began, but stopped when he saw the duke step through the hole in the wall, wreathed head to foot in the blue flame of the paladins.

Careena had never seen her husband prepare for combat, and the sight was magnificent and terrifying at the same time. His entire flame glowed brighter than any other light in the room and it hurt her eyes a bit to look at him. The young woman, finding herself free from the captain's grasp, ran to her husband and hid behind him and the chair.

"My Lord ... what are you...?" the captain began, trying to sound calm.

"Save the false confusion, Captain Helman, you know exactly why I'm here," Kalas said, his voice tinged with anger.

Careena entered the room behind her husband and crossed over to the young couple, trying to assure and comfort them. She began working on the young man's bindings as her husband stared down the captain. Just then, two guards burst into the room, finally arriving after hearing the explosion.

"Kill them!" Captain Helman yelled at the two men, indicating the duke and duchess.

The men looked in confusion from the duke to their captain. "If you value your lives, one of you will un-tie the unfortunate young man in the chair, and the other will fetch my fellow paladin Jareth, and Cilas Grantham. The life of your captain is already forfeit, move now or yours will be as well."

From the tone of his voice the two guards believed him, and both knew of the reputation paladins' had when confronting an injustice. One of them quickly moved to untie the man in the chair, while the other sprinted from the room to fetch the two men the duke indicated.

"You're going to have me killed, over these scum?!" the captain roared incredulously.

"Captain, you were charged with serving the people, and you have betrayed that charge by abusing them. I have never seen a more egregious abuse of power," Duke Kalas spat.

"They were breaking the law! I was just meting out punishment," the captain tried to argue.

"No offense deserves this," the duke responded.

Seconds later, Jareth and Cilas both came running into the room with the other guard. Jareth stared open-mouthed at the woman, who with the help of the duchess, was putting on her clothes, and his friend who was still wreathed in blue flame. Not having a complete understanding of what was going on; he took the precaution of summoning his own blue fire.

Cilas stood uncomfortably, shifting from one foot to the other as he surveyed the scene. He was not unintelligent, and had quickly surmised what was happening. His eyes scanned the room, looking at all the treasures Nero had acquired from other victims that could afford to pay.

"Cilas were you aware of any of this?" the duke questioned sternly.

"I swear, my lord, that I did not," the man answered, fearfully.

Kalas decided to take him at his word, doubting that the man would have the courage to lie at the moment. "Find these two young citizens a room to sleep for the night," he commanded, "and grant them every courtesy. I will be checking on their welfare in the morning."

"Yes, my lord," Cilas said. He began to lead the two away.

"And Cilas, tomorrow morning start cataloguing everything in this room. I want to see if we can return this property to the proper owners."

"Yes, my lord," Cilas responded again, this time bowing as he gratefully left the room with the young couple in tow.

"Jareth, my friend, I'm afraid I have need of you," Kalas said. "Genoise suddenly finds itself without a captain of the guard. I need you to temporarily take the position until I can find a replacement."

Jareth nodded at his friend in agreement. "I will serve for as long as you need me," he responded.

"Good. Your first task is to take Nero Helman into custody, and lock him in the jail to await execution. Make sure that those guarding his cell are some of the men who arrived with us and not the local guards. Also, reassign the guards in the estate, and replace them with our own until we can thoroughly evaluate each of them."




The Trikingdom Ch. 03



Jareth nodded again and led the former captain, still naked, and the other two guards away, leaving the duke and duchess alone in the room. Kalas finally let his fire dim and go out and he stood before her returned to a normal man again. Careena rushed into her husband's arms and held him tight, burying her face in his chest.

"You're shaking," he said. "Are you all right?"

"Yes, just frightened a little," she said softly. She couldn't admit that she was trembling with sexual excitement. "Let's go back to our room," she suggested.

They returned to their room, this time walking through the main hallways of the estate. While Kalas was getting ready to put his nightclothes on, Careena dropped her own nightgown and embraced her husband while they were both nude. She kissed him lovingly on the cheek. "Make love to me," she whispered into his ear.

Duke Kalas was tired, but he wasn't about to turn down his wife's request. He picked her up gently and carried her to the bed with a smile on his face. He was surprised, but pleased that his wife wanted to make love. He knew she had to be tired too, and after the night's events thought that sex would be the last thing on her mind.

He kissed her, gently, and then slowly eased on top of her. She spread her legs so that he could get between them, and she thought he would penetrate her right away, but he just lay on her with his large organ pressed between their two bodies as he kissed her more passionately this time.

She tried to scoot down, so that his penis would enter her, but he held her in place while his hands roamed all over her body, driving her mad with desire. Soon she was moaning with desire as they kissed, and her body was writhing beneath his. He teased her for a few more minutes, and then brought his large weapon to bear and thrust half its length into her.

Careena gasped into her husband's mouth, and her hands flew to his bottom, trying to push him forward so that she could receive the entirety of his length. Her hips arched up to meet his, and Kalas, taking the hint, drove forward again, sinking his full length inside her. Careena groaned in pleasure as her husband filled her full of cock. She still had trouble believing that his dick was as big as it was.

Kalas started thrusting into her gently, stopping every now and then to kiss her passionately on the lips, trying to savor the experience. It was the first time in their new home and he wanted it to be special. But Careena wanted it hard and rough, 'like Helman was when he was raping that young woman,' she thought. 'Oh no! What am I thinking? What's wrong with me?'

She tried to calm herself, which was hard to do with Kalas driving his large inside of her. She realized her eyes were closed shut and she opened them and looked into her husband's face. He was staring at her so lovingly. She concentrated on his face, and the love she saw there, and the other thoughts slowly went away.

She was left, though, very close to orgasm and with her husband it was so easily achieved. She looked into his eyes as she came, trying to convey to him the intense love she felt for him. Her back arched and she let out a loud moan as her entire body tensed as she was overcome with emotion. Kalas pulled out of her as she came back to earth and relaxed. Instinctively, she rolled over and got on her hands and knees and offered herself to him that way.

Kalas eagerly brought his large cock up to her open hole, and grabbing her hips, buried it back deep within her. He groaned in pleasure as the warm wetness surrounded his penis, and his hard stomach came to rest against her smooth, soft bottom. They had only had sex in this position a few times during their short marriage, but Kalas enjoyed it immensely. It felt like he was able to sink his cock in a little bit further this way and he enjoyed the feel of her plush bottom as he rammed into her.

Her pussy was so wet it was making loud squelching noises as he thrust into her. Kalas was getting close to cumming, but he wanted to make it last a little bit longer. He pulled out to let his prick cool off and began rubbing his slick shaft between her butt cheeks.

Careena's butt hole began to get a familiar itchy feeling inside as she felt her husband rub his cock along it. She had only had anal sex with his father, and had wanted to try it with Kalas eventually, but had never known how to bring it up. As he was sliding his large cock along her back passage, she thought that now would be the perfect time to ask.

"Put it ... put it in my ass," she stuttered, still afraid of making the request.

Kalas was shocked. "Are you sure? It will split you in two," he said, worried.

"Yes, I'm sure. It will be all right. I'll tell you to stop if it hurts," she assured him. She couldn't tell him that his father had already had his thick cock in their nearly every night he was away on his Wandering.

Kalas had heard some of his friends bragging about how they had taken this woman or that in the ass, but he never imagined he'd be doing it to his own sweet wife. He took hold of his cock, still slick with her juices and aimed it at her butt hole. He rubbed the head of his penis up and down the small brown hole to transfer some of the wetness, and then with steady gentle pressure pushed it in.

Kalas was surprised at how easily the head popped in past her sphincter. His wife gasped in surprise under him, and he just held it there with his cockhead being squeezed in her tight passage, afraid that he might have hurt her. But she started pushing back at him, urging him to give her more of his large prick and he was happy to oblige. Gripping her hips tightly, he slowly eased more of his thick member into her hole until the entire length was firmly embedded in her bowels.

Careena felt full like she never had before. It didn't hurt, but she could definitely tell the difference between her husband and his father. She shuddered in anticipation as he pulled some of his cock out, waiting for him to drive it back into her. She wasn't disappointed. He continued to thrust slowly, for which she was thankful, but he was pushing and pulling nearly his entire penis in and out.

Her anus was so pleasantly tight that Kalas was soon groaning out his passion as he filled her rectum with his sperm. His body shuddered and his penis jerked inside of her as she felt the warm fluid flood into her. Both of them were totally exhausted afterward and soon fell asleep in each other's arms.

***

The next morning, while the duke received the first petitioners of the day, the duchess decided to visit their new prisoner. He was being held in the cells at the guardhouse close to the estate, so it was nothing more than a quick walk. Two of the guards from DuGuerra accompanied her.

Inside the guardhouse she found Jareth scowling as he shuffled through a stack full of papers. He hadn't even noticed her entrance. "Something wrong, Jareth?" the duchess asked, as much to get his attention as concern over what was bothering the new captain of the guard.

"I'm sorry, my lady, I didn't notice you come in," he said, standing and giving a short bow.

"It's all right," she assured him, "you seemed rather busy."

"Yes, it's these reviews of the guards," he said, indicating the stack of papers. "It would seem the former captain never performed them. The only ones I could find were done by his predecessor, and they are sloppy and incomplete. I can't find any recent records of any kind."

"Have you questioned the prisoner?" she asked.

"Yes, but he doesn't say anything. He just stares at me blankly as if he doesn't understand the words coming out of my mouth," Jareth said, exasperated. "I took the liberty of asking more paladins to come and help us because I think the best way to proceed is to let all of the higher ranking guards go, and start over fresh. There's no telling where their loyalties lie."

"Whatever you think is best, Jareth, the duke and I will support you."

"Thank you, my lady. Now, is there anything I can do for you?" he asked.

"Yes, I would like to speak to the prisoner. I know you said he doesn't respond, but the duke and I feel that he should be aware of our intentions to have him executed," she responded.

"My lady, I think it would be more appropriate for me to tell him," Jareth responded. "He is a very crude man."

"Execution is not something the duke and I take lightly, Captain Jareth, and I believe that the responsibility should fall on the shoulders of those making the decisions," she informed him. "Besides, I'm aware of the prisoner's attitude and behavior; he won't shock me."

Jareth, sensing that nothing he would say would sway the duchess reluctantly gave in to her wish and had two of the guards escort her to the Nero Helman's cell. When she saw the man, she nearly regretted her decision to come. He was still naked, and he sat reclining on a mat on the floor, displaying his manhood in the most lewd manner. He leered at her openly from behind the bars.

"Please, leave us," she said to the guards, who were only too happy to be out of the sight of the man.

Helman eyed the duchess curiously, puzzled as to why she had come. "Come to get a better look at me, duchess?" he teased. "Didn't get a good enough peek last night?" he asked, standing up and approaching the bars.

"I've ... I've come to inform you that in light of your crimes, the duke and I have ruled that you are to be executed," she said. She was having a hard time concentrating. Her eyes kept on drifting down to Helman's cock which he wasn't trying in the least to hide, and since she had arrived was beginning to stiffen considerably.

"Are you sure that's why you've come, duchess? You could have had one of your lackeys deliver that bit of news," he said. "I think I had it right the first time. You wanted to get another look at this," he said, hefting his thickening cock.

Careena stared at his prick in open mouthed horror. Not at the sight, but at her reaction to it. She was beginning to get sexually aroused by the foul man and his brash behavior.

"What's wrong? Is the duke not man enough to handle you?" he asked, shaking his stiff cock. "Why don't you come close and suck my dick, bitch. After you can get on your hands and knees and back your ass up to the bars." Helman laughed as the duchess continued to stare, unspeaking, in shock.

Careena was scared. She was fighting a terrible internal battle that she was deathly afraid of losing. It was almost as if there was another voice in her head urging her to approach Helman and do exactly as he suggested, and her pussy was on fire demanding sexual release.

She stood there, staring at his cock for several seconds, fighting herself, with her legs shaking. Finally she forced her eyes shut and pictured her husband. She kept her eyes closed and groped for the wall, feeling her way back to the two guards who were waiting for her. She could hear Helman's chiding laughter as she barely managed to walk away.



The Trikingdom Ch. 04



Only two weeks after the public execution of Captain Helman, Careena and Kalas began a return journey to Kennai Palace. They would only stay one night before traveling to Daarkscrag to meet with King Drakin. Kalas had intended on staying behind, but Careena had begged him to come. Knowing that his presence was the only thing that kept her from losing complete control had left her little choice. She had not wanted to make a stop at Kennai Palace, but once Kalas had suggested it, she could think of no reason that she could give him for why they shouldn't. After all, what was she supposed to say? That she had traded sex with his father so that they could wed, and that she had been unable to resist him afterwards, and that she was afraid she would be unable to stay away from him now?

The memories of what she had done with King Bromen disgusted her, and distance from the man seemed to break whatever it was that had drawn her back to him night after night. Unfortunately, it drew her to every man she saw now, and the more repellent the man the stronger the attraction. Only staying close to Kalas kept her from faltering and propositioning nearly every man she met.

She may not have been good at using magic, but she was able to recognize that she must be under some kind of spell, and if she was going to Kennai Palace, then she was going to use the time there wisely. While Kalas was visiting with his brother, Careena intended to spend her time with her sister. Seline was a much better mage, though not as good as their brother, and Careena felt confident that she could determine what spell she had fallen under.

***

They arrived at Kennai Palace quietly, and Duke Kalas immediately ran off to find his brother. Careena felt the sudden change wash over her, as if a wall had come down between the part of her that reasoned and her natural, animal instincts. She hurriedly made her way to her sister's rooms, not wanting to run into the king or any other man who may catch her eye.

She had sent a sealed letter to her sister as soon as the stop at the palace had been decided, so when she reached her private quarters she was already alone. Careena ran up to her older sister and hugged her fiercely, and began sobbing.

"What's wrong, Careena? I got your message, but it was very vague," the princess said, as she comforted the young duchess.

Careena managed to pull herself together, and become the calm, in control young woman she usually was, and then told her sister what had been plaguing her. She left out what had transpired between her and King Bromen, and pretended that she was worried about succumbing to the impulses, not that she already had.

The princess studied her, and cast a few spells designed to detect other spells, but could only find the spell that bound her to Kalas. After nearly an hour of frustration the princess suddenly snapped her fingers as a thought struck her. She rummaged through a jewelry box for a few minutes and then pulled out the ugliest medallion the duchess had ever seen.

"Here, put this on," the princess said, handing the gaudy piece of jewelry to her younger sister.

Careena looked at it skeptically, but placed it around her neck. As soon as the medallion's pendant touched her chest she felt the wall around her reason shatter, and she breathed a loud sigh of relief.

"What was it?" Careena asked her sister, puzzled.

"You, little sister, are possessed," Seline answered with a grin at her own ingenuity.

"Possessed?" Careena cried in disbelief.

Seline's grin vanished as she realized the gravity of what she had just said. "It's only in the beginning stages or you wouldn't have been able to come to me for help," the princess said, trying to console her. "Whoever or whatever is trying to possess you can only force you to do things that you want to do anyway, at this point."

"But I don't want to have sex with every man I see!" the duchess protested.

"At some level of your conscious, you do," Seline assured her, "otherwise that medallion wouldn't have worked." Seline could see how distressed Careena still was and took her hands. "Look, you like sex, and you find men attractive. Normally, that wouldn't be a problem. You'd see some man that would get you excited, and then you'd go find Kalas and make love to him. There's nothing wrong with that."

"I guess," Careena reluctantly agreed. "But why did this happen to me? From what I remember, possessions are very rare."

"Yes, they are. Possessions usually come from two sources: demons and dead mages. In both cases it's easier to possess someone that the possessor has common traits with," Seline explained. "In most demon possessions, the person being possessed usually has violent tendencies. Dead mages usually go after someone with strong magic who uses it indiscriminately."

"Neither of which describes me," Careena replied.

"I agree," Seline said, rubbing her chin in thought. "I suspect it is a demon, though, just not the blood thirsty, killing machine type. A succubus makes the most sense."

"A succubus?" Careena questioned. "That doesn't make much sense. Why would a succubus want to possess a human?"

"I don't know, but it fits with what's happening to you. A succubus would best know how to exploit your desire for sex," the princess said with a shrug.

Careena scowled and looked down at the medallion. "What do I do now? I can't wear this ugly thing forever."

"No, you can't," Seline agreed with a laugh, "but I'm not knowledgeable enough about possessions to remove this one. The medallion will block the succubus for now, but you'll have to visit a cleric or Lastel to get rid of it permanently."

"Lastel," Careena sighed. "I would rather keep this in the family."

"He'll know much more than I do," Seline added.

"It just doesn't make any sense," Careena muttered. "Possessing a human gains a succubus nothing. They need to seduce men in their own bodies to drain their life."

Seline shrugged. "Who can fathom the depths of a demon's mind? Besides, it may not be acting of its own accord. A stronger demon may have compelled it. You just never know with demons."

Careena looked down at the ugly medallion again and frowned. "There's no hiding this bulky thing."

"Just make sure you don't take it off, especially if you've worn it for a long time," the princess warned. "The force of the demon taking hold of you again might overwhelm you completely."

The two sisters spent the rest of the afternoon together in the princess's rooms finally emerging when it was time to join everyone for supper. Careena was relieved that the medallion worked. She passed many men in the palace, and while she was able to appreciate those that she found attractive, she never felt compelled to have sex with any of them. The real test came during dinner while in King Bromen's presence. All she felt was disgust when she looked at him, which she tried not to do. She was curiously disappointed that he paid her little attention at all though. He was preoccupied with his latest conquest, a strikingly beautiful common woman, who was only a decade younger than him for a change.

All in all the evening was thankfully uneventful. Kalas did notice her new jewelry and asked her about it with an arched eyebrow while they prepared for bed. She explained that it was a gift from her sister and she felt obligated to wear it. He mumbled something about her sister's tastes and she gave him a look that strongly suggested he drop the matter, which he did.

***

The following morning, they were on the road again heading southeast toward the kingdom of Daarkscrag. The Trikingdom and Daarkscrag were strong allies, so close that outsiders often referred to Daarkscrag as the Fourth Kingdom. She assumed the marriage negotiations would only be a formality and they would have it signed shortly after their arrival.

The trip was uneventful, and on the second day out the dryad forest called simply The Great Forest came into view. It bordered the southern and eastern walls of Daarkscrag and they could see the eastern expanse. The road they were traveling would pass very close to it as they got closer to Daarkscrag. Careena gasped as they got closer to the trees. They were strange and alien looking. Her husband chuckled beside her. He had been to Daarkscrag many times, and had long since gotten used to the sight, but this was the first time they held no fear for him.

Entering The Great Forest meant death to all men, and most women avoided its confines too. The exception was the paladins. Paladins could enter the forest and emerge unharmed, though there was rarely any reason for one of them venture inside. This was the first time Kalas looked upon the forest as a member of the paladins and it was the first time he saw the odd looking with anything but dread.

The trees had round, fat trunks, and never seemed to grow very tall. The tops were crowned with close growing branches that spread from the trunk in a near perfect circle. The leaves were large, and tear-dropped shaped, giving the trees the overall appearance of gigantic mushrooms.

After a few hours, the road came right up to the trees on one side. Their guards all edged their horses and the carriage carrying the Duke and Duchess over to the other side of the road as they warily kept their eyes on the trees. Kalas looked at them in amusement. The dryads were not violent creatures, and would never leave their trees to attack anyone. They were, however, opportunistic and viewed any man straying into their forest as fair game.

A short while later, they arrived at Daarkscrag and were received warmly on the steps of the castle by King Drakin, his wife Queen Ilende, and their son Prince Dumont. Even though Kalas had prepared her for meeting the queen, Careena was still shocked when she met her. The queen appeared quite young for her age, no older than her own son, and she was a full head shorter than Careena.

In contrast the king was as tall as Duke Kalas, but much thinner, with a pock-marked face and hawkish nose. His age was evident by his thinning, gray hair and deep lines on his face. The prince was tall like his father, but lucky for him his face mirrored that of his mother's. Queen Ilende was, of course, part dryad. Careena wasn't quite sure how it had occurred, but the queen's entire family had dryad blood. When she introduced herself to the queen she noted that her eyes belied her age and that she was much wiser than she appeared.

Both King Drakin and Prince Dumont seemed arrogant to her, an opinion that may have been tainted by Kalas's previous descriptions of them. He had related to her a story from his childhood when the prince had tried to belittle him for being the second born son. At that young age the words had stung and had caused him to cry. Duran had come to his defense which had caused Dumont to become even more patronizing. Eventually Duran and Dumont had come to blows while Kalas had tried to stop them from fighting. In the end, Dumont had run crying to his father with a bloody nose.

The queen seemed to be the exact opposite of her husband and son. She was warm and caring, and had an inviting personality. Kalas's dislike for the king and prince was evident as he answered all questions in an abrupt fashion. If either one noticed, they didn't show it, but Careena was sure she saw the queen frown once or twice at the exchanges between the three men.

"Well, Duke Kalas, Duchess Careena, would you like a tour of the castle before we dine this evening?" the king asked, looking down his beak nose at the two of them.

Before they could answer the queen interrupted. "I'm sure Duke Kalas would be dreadfully bored with a tour; he is already familiar with every inch of the castle, dear husband," she said. "Perhaps he'd like to visit the forest instead? I never get the opportunity to show any of our guests my tree. You are welcome to come too, Duchess, if you wish to see something other than this stuffy old castle."

Entering The Great Forest was a little more adventure than Careena was looking for at the moment, but she could tell from Kalas's expression that he would do anything to get away from the king and prince during such an informal outing. "I'll stick to the castle tour, thank you," she said politely to the queen, "but I'm sure my husband would love to visit your tree."

"Yes, of course," Kalas said, a little too eagerly. "I've always had an interest in the dryads."

"Then it's settled," the queen said, enthusiastically taking the young duke's arm and patting his hand in a motherly fashion. "You will be the first outsider to visit my tree." She turned to the duchess and said, "Don't let them bore you to death, my dear. They'll try to impress you with the armory and the library, but all the exciting stuff is locked away below the castle, forgotten under layers of dust."

"Ilende! The young lady has no desire to see such dreadful things," the king protested as his wife and the duke headed in the direction of the castle's gardens.

"You can't deny the past, my love," the queen called back to him.

The king looked irritated at his wife's words and turned to Careena, "Trust me, what lies below this stone floor," he said tapping his foot for emphasis, "is best left to more barbaric times." He offered his arm to the duchess, "Shall we begin?"

She nodded, and took the proffered arm. "Of course, my lord, I'll trust your judgment," she said, but her curiosity was more than a little piqued.

***

Duke Kalas and Queen Ilende made their way through the gardens towards the southern wall of the castle. "Do you know the story of how my family became part dryad?" she asked the duke.

"I'm afraid I've never been made aware of your family's history, my lady," the duke confessed.

"Then I'll tell you all about it while we walk," she said cheerfully as they reached the wall. A lone door had been built into the wall and Kalas could tell it was a recent addition. Two guards stood at either side of the door. They had been lazily leaning against the wall, but as the pair approached they straightened up and stood at attention.

"Only two guards at this entrance?" Kalas questioned. It seemed folly to him to have such light protection at such easy access in and out of the castle grounds.

"Of course," the queen responded. "There is little danger of anyone using this door," she said opening it. "It leads straight into The Great Forest."

As the door opened, Kalas could see that Queen Ilende spoke the truth. The trees were right there, close to the wall. No invading army would be coming through that door. "I had this door put in a few years ago, so it would be easier to come and go as I pleased," she explained.

The two castle guards that had been trailing them waited with their compatriots by the door as the queen led the duke through the opening. The queen closed the door behind them and took the duke's arm again.

"It feels so good to be in the forest, especially on such a nice day," she commented. Kalas hardly paid attention. He was staring at the trees in front of him. He had never been this close, and the reality of the situation was suddenly making him wish he had gone on the castle tour with Careena.

"Come now," Queen Ilende said, sensing his apprehension, "as a paladin you will not be harmed."

Suddenly the duke's skin flared blue, as his power surged to fight off an unseen attack. He looked around furtively to find what was assaulting him.

"They're just testing you," the queen said with a laugh. "A few will try to get through your defenses, especially since you're so handsome," she said as she patted him on the arm.

She led him deeper into the forest and began to tell him the history of her family. "My family's duchy lies to the south of here, at the edge of The Great Forest. Even before we joined blood with the dryad's, our people revered the forest and its denizens. Old men near the end of their days would freely enter the forest and give themselves to the dryads to help the forest grow. Young girls would play at the edges with the knowledge that they were safe from harm within its confines."

"That seems a little reckless," Kalas said. He was still a little nervous at being inside the place.

"Not at all," the queen laughed. "All the creatures in this forest are peaceful; the dryads allow no predators here." She resumed her narrative, "During the Bloody Queen's Rage my homeland was attacked by her army as it sought passage north."

"That was the war that led to the forming of the Trikingdom," Kalas said, "over a thousand years ago. I didn't know your duchy has been around that long."

"Back then, we were an independent kingdom," she responded, "and Daarkscrag was little more than a fort filled with barbarians. Anyway, my ancestor, the king's son, led a sneak attack against the Bloody Queen's forces as they approached the kingdom. They were woefully overmatched, and were driven back to the castle's gates. The defenders inside didn't have enough time to open the gates to let them in, and they were slaughtered just out of reach of safety. All except the king's son, who dazed and injured, managed to make his way into the forest."

"How horrible," Kalas commented. "It must have been disheartening for those inside the castle's walls as well."

"It was," she said, "especially for the king who believed his only son was dead. The stories now say that the king's son, believing his death was imminent, did what most men back then did, and intended to sacrifice himself to the dryads. I'm of the opinion that he was so dazed from a blow to his head that he didn't realize where he was retreating to. He was quickly rendered unconscious by the first alert dryad and she mated with him all night, as dryad's do. By the morning, she had conceived, and as the instinct to mate abated she realized that the man was an injured soldier from the castle." The queen paused as they came across a recently fallen tree. She laid a hand on its trunk and murmured something that Kalas couldn't comprehend.

"It's always sad when one of us dies. Glimna was very old, and lived a long satisfying life," she said her eyes a little watery. "Where was I, oh yes, she recognized the symbol on his cloak. Back then, the land was full of fairy creatures, so the dryads had been warned of the Bloody Queen and her army, but they lacked a sense scale. To them, the forest was the whole world, and a single individual could mean the difference between life and death for all. The dryads feared the Bloody Queen, and rightly so, because she was a woman and a mage, and they would have no power over her. So, instead of leaving the king's son to be had by dryad after dryad until he expired, she stayed with him and nursed him back to health until he was stable enough to be moved. Then she dragged him back to the castle."

"She left the forest?" Kalas asked in disbelief.

"Yes, it was the first time any had left. It was two days after the initial confrontation and the castle had taken heavy damage. Many of the defenders were dead, including the king, however they were still holding out and the Bloody Queen had moved most of her army on to her next objective. She had left a much smaller force to assault the castle but the inhabitants were disheartened and giving up hope of survival."
"Then the dryad showed up with the king's son," Kalas guessed.

"Yes," the queen responded. "Luckily she approached the castle at night, dragging him along the ground. The attackers had stopped for the night, and were waiting for daylight so she was able to walk right up to the gates. The men inside were sure surprised to see what appeared to be a naked young woman dragging their injured prince behind her. They of course were let inside and the dryad given clothes. In their excitement at seeing their prince no one realized what she was. She decided to stay until she could determine that he would be all right, but then the castle was attacked the next morning and she ended up having to stay longer. The prince woke up, and was told the story of how she had brought him to the castle. He was so grateful to her that he asked her to marry him."




The Trikingdom Ch. 04



"He asked the dryad to marry him? That's unbelievable. Did he know what she was?" Kalas asked.

"Not yet," the queen said. "But it wouldn't have mattered. He was in love. She, of course, didn't understand exactly what it meant to be married, and assumed the prince, now king, only wanted to honor her for saving his life. She agreed, and the defenders, now heartened by the return of the prince, managed to fight off the Bloody Queen's men. She was defeated before she could return, and the people survived," she said with a smile.

"What happened after they were married?" Kalas asked.

"Well, she was already bearing his child, and decided to stay long enough for the new king to see it born and then planned on taking the child back to the grove so it could start its own tree. She didn't tell the king this, of course, but by this time he knew she was a dryad. When the baby was born, they were both surprised to find that it was a boy. The night after the birth she slipped out of the castle and back to the forest, but she left the baby boy behind. The king was devastated that she had left, but he began raising the boy, who seemed perfectly human except maybe a little more attractive than most."

"Did she ever return?" the duke asked. He hadn't realized it, but the queen's story had put him at ease as they walked further and further into the forest.

"She came back less than a year later. She was curious about her son, and truthfully missed the king. He was ecstatic to see her and they made love again. She ended up staying a couple of weeks then went back to the forest for a few weeks, then back to castle. For the rest of the king's life she would stay a few weeks with him and then a few weeks in the forest. They wound up having three children; two sons and one daughter. Their sons were more human with a few dryad features, but their daughter was more dryad with a few human features. And that's the way it's been in my family since."

"So if your son and my sister have a daughter...?" Kalas questioned.

"Then I will bring her here, shortly after she is born to plant the seed that comes with her," the queen responded. "Does that bother you?"

"No," he responded quickly. "I have no prejudice against any of the fairy, it just amazes me."

"Good," she said, "it pleases me to hear that."

The pair continued to walk, arm in arm, for nearly an hour. The rest of their conversation was small talk, catching each other up on their families. The queen was so much friendlier and down to earth than her son and husband, Kalas was once more glad that he had chosen to come with her rather than suffer through the company of her son and husband. He did feel sorry for leaving Careena alone with the insufferable pair though.

They finally arrived at their destination. "This is my tree," she said, releasing his arm and running up to it. She hugged the tree tightly and kissed the trunk. "It was planted next to the trees of the others in my family." She pointed out her mother's and grandmother's tree. Both of them were absent from the forest, visiting the duchy.

"How far have we come?" Kalas asked.

The queen smiled. "We are near the southern edge of The Great Forest," she responded.

"I did not think we had walked so far," Kalas said.

"The Great Forest isn't like a typical forest. We were able to travel in a straight line with few impediments; no hills, no roots to stumble over. How far could you walk on smooth, flat land in two hours?" she asked him.

"Several miles," Kalas responded as he nodded his head in understanding. He hadn't thought about it before, but the queen was right.

"It would take a man on horseback nearly a day to ride around the outside of the forest, to travel the distance we just did in two hours," she said. "Of course, even if a man could travel through the forest he would never be able to get his bearings. Everything looks the same to humans."

Kalas realized that she was right. As he looked around he couldn't even determine which direction they had come from. He could spend days trying to find his way back to Daarkscrag.

The queen slowly released her tree and turned to him with a smile on her face. "And now, Duke Kalas, that you are out here, at my mercy, I have a favor to ask."

"Anything, my Lady," Kalas responded sincerely.

"Show me your cock. I wish to see if it is as large as your father's."

***

Careena watched her husband disappear with the queen a little envious. She wished she was brave enough to enter The Great Forest, but she had heard too many tales about dryads stealing people away. Besides, she didn't want to be rude to the king and risk offending him. One of them should suffer through his tour.

Two hours later she was regretting her decision even more. The king and prince had shown her every picture, every tapestry in the castle and given a long explanation about its history and import to their family. Then they had gone outside to the gardens and she was sure she now new the story of every plant out there. They had also shown her the door that led out to The Great Forest, and she almost begged to be let out so she could try to catch up to her husband and the queen.

Then it was back inside to the library. The prince had left to attend to some other matters so she and the king had toured the library alone. It was not as impressive as the library in DuGuerra, but she had to admit it was very impressive. She just hadn't wanted to sit through an explanation of every important book in their collection.

She had nearly reached the point of screaming, "No more!" when the king suggested they sit on the terrace off the library and have some refreshments. The duchess readily agreed, relieved for the reprieve.

"Maybe we should wait until the queen and my husband return before we continue," Careena suggested as she sipped her glass of wine.

"Oh, they won't return for another few hours yet," the king responded. "From what my wife tells me it's about a two hour walk to her tree from here. I expect them to return just in time to join us for dinner. Besides, the tour is over, unless you want to see that ghastly business my wife was talking about," he said.

"What is it exactly," Careena asked absently. She really didn't want to hear an explanation, but she didn't want to appear impolite.

"My ancestors used to do, ah, experiments in catacombs beneath the castle. It's really quite horrid and I don't wish to offend you," the king told her.

Careena sensed that King Drakin was more concerned with avoiding his own embarrassment over his ancestor's behavior, than with offending her sensibilities. After what he had put her through over the past couple hours, she felt like embarrassing the poor man.

"What kind of experiments?" she asked.

"Mostly magical, on, ah, the fairy," he answered, his face turning a little red.

Despite her good sense telling her that she would be disappointed and bored, the scholar in her was intrigued. "I would like to see what's down there."

"Are you certain? We could stay out here if you wish. Look, down there, we will be able to see when the queen and duke return," he said, pointing down at their view of the garden.

Sitting and waiting with just the king for company didn't sound very appealing to her. "I'm certain," she said. "I've always been interested in magical studies."

The king reluctantly agreed to take her down there after they finished their wine. He led her down through the kitchens and servant quarters to a guarded door. "You may wait here, if you wish. The duchess and I will be perfectly safe," he said to the guard detail that had been trailing behind them all day. The men looked relieved and Careena noticed that none of them followed. "They are very superstitious about the catacombs. There have been silly rumors for centuries that it's haunted by the ghosts of the fairies that died here," the king explained as he grabbed a lit torch from the wall.

Careena nodded in understanding as she followed him down a long flight of stone steps. The steps led to a large empty room that had several doors, made from bars, leading out. "This used to be the guard station. One of my ancestors had all the locks removed from the doors so that no one accidentally locked themselves in. The keys had all been lost ages ago."

King Drakin walked over to one of the doors and pushed it open. The metal door creaked on its hinges but swung easily. She followed him through the dark corridor. In the torchlight, she could see doors on either side further down. The king pushed the first one of these open and gestured for her to enter as he followed behind her.

"This was one of the standard torture rooms. My ancestors believed that they could force the fairy creatures to give up the secrets of their magic, so many were brought to rooms such as this, and forced to endure all manner of unspeakable evil."

Careena looked around the room with disgust. The king's words were accurate. The devices there would only have been used on the most vile of criminals in her own kingdom. She couldn't imagine using them on innocent beings. She was glad to see that they were all covered in heavy layers of dust, and most were disintegrating with age.

"The fairies, of course, never gave up any of their secrets. How could they, it would be like you or I trying to explain how we think or feel. Magic to them was just a part of their life," the king said sadly. He let her look around for a few more moments before leading her out and heading further down the corridor. Some of the other doors were open and Careena saw many more rooms like the one they had left.

The king stopped again at another door and pushed it open. She followed him inside. "This room was used for dissection of both the living and dead. They thought maybe the differences internally of the fairy let them use magic. We now, of course, know that the differences are minimal, and that what gives them their innate command of magic can't be seen by the human eye."

Careena was equally appalled by this room. There was a large slab of stone with metal restraints attached to keep the live subjects from escaping their fate. She was grateful that time had washed away all traces of blood. She could hardly believe the barbarism that had occurred here.

He led her further down the corridor and to another door which he paused outside of. "This is, perhaps, what I am most ashamed of," he said. Careena felt sorry for the man, all traces of arrogance had fled him as soon as they had begun the journey down the flight of stairs.

He pushed open the door slowly and, as if in a trance, walked inside the room. Careena hesitantly followed him, afraid of what horrors she might see inside. She was imagining all manner of torture devices and instruments of murder, and was surprised to find less sinister looking equipment in this room.

"Early in the history of Daarkscrag they attempted to cut down some of the dryad's trees to use in construction. As a test they sent a group of women with axes to cut down a tree. When they began chopping, the dryad came down to try to stop them. The women stopped cutting, and instead captured the dryad and brought her back here. Up until then they had never been able to examine a dryad as they had other fairy creatures, so she was brought here." His hand waved around the room as he spoke.

"They were very curious about the mating habits of the dryads. They knew that they required human males to procreate, but since no one had survived the ordeal, they were unsure of the particulars. I'm afraid to say that she was raped repeatedly in this room. She died after a few days in captivity when her tree died from the damage caused to it, but my ancestors now knew how to capture them. Another was caught, and they made sure that this time the tree was relatively unscathed."

Careena watched King Drakin as he recited the tale and he seemed to be filled with regret over what had happened so long ago. "Did she suffer a similar fate to the first?" Careena asked, dreading the answer.

"She did," the king said solemnly, "but for a much longer time. As you have seen from my wife, the dryads can be strikingly beautiful, and I'm ashamed to admit that several dryads were captured and treated to the 'procreation experiments'. This room is particularly disturbing because it contained a secret passage that led from the royal bedchamber."

"So the king was participating in the atrocities going on in this room," Careena concluded for him.

"Just so," the king acknowledged. "Of course, nothing came of the couplings that occurred between the humans and dryads down here. The dryads can control their when they choose to conceive, an idea that was borrowed for the spell that your kingdom uses to bond husband and wife." He paused and looked around the room. "If you look at the restraints here, you will see that everything was built to accommodate the dryads' smaller stature."

Careena walked over to the largest device in the room. It was a large wooden board with metal cuffs bolted near the top. The board was thick, and attached to A-frames on both sides with a long metal rod. She saw what the king meant; the cuffs were far too low for the average size human, male or female.

"If you raise your arm up, you'll see that the restraint is about the height of your forearm, not your wrist," the king said, close behind her.

She hadn't heard him approach and was slightly alarmed by his proximity, but she raised her arm by reflex at his suggestion, even though anyone could obviously see that the cuffs were too low. Suddenly she felt a sudden weight pressing her tightly against the board, and a tight grip held her raised arm.

"What are you doing?!!" Careena yelled at the king as she tried to push away from the board. The king was much stronger than she and her arm was steadily forced toward one of the cuffs. Careena found that the restraints were in perfect working order as one closed around her wrist. The king turned her around so that her back was pressed against the board and then easily secured her second wrist.

"What is this about, my Lord?!" she said in harsh tone. "This is an outrage!"

All hint of remorse and regret were gone from King Drakin's face and had been replaced by the arrogant look she had seen when they first met. Then she noticed another torchlight enter from across the room, opposite where she and the king had come in.

"Is she well secure, Father?" Prince Dumont asked as he hove into view.

"Yes, well and truly secure," the king responded.

"What is going on here? What are you two about?!!" Duchess Careena asked, growing angrier by the second.

"Why, we are preparing for the negotiations, my dear," King Drakin said with a smirk. "Are you ready to begin?"

***

Duke Kalas stood staring at Queen Ilende hardly believing what he had heard. He didn't know what to say, and his confusion was evident on his face. He had known her most of his life, and he had never seen anything in her behavior that would suggest she would ask him this.

"Are you shy, Duke Kalas?" she asked, still smiling. "Or perhaps worried you won't measure up to your father?"

"My Lady, I don't believe it would be proper!" Kalas protested, finally finding his voice.

"You are young, aren't you," the queen laughed. "Young and inexperienced. I do appreciate a younger man, now that my husband is looking so much older." She approached him with that same warm smile, and reached up and seductively stroked his cheek. "You have certainly grown into quite a handsome young man," she remarked. While one hand ran along his jaw line, her other surreptitiously went to the bulge in his pants. "I don't think you have to worry about measuring up," she whispered.

"My Lady, please!" Kalas said, angrily pushing her hands away.

The smile on her face faded. "I see that you don't quite understand. I brought you out here so that we could enjoy each other's company. Now remove your clothes."

Kalas regarded her for a moment and then turned to leave, but stopped when he realized he had no idea which direction to go. He turned back to the queen, "Please take us back to the castle," he pleaded.

The smile returned to her face, but this time there was a hint of something a little sinister about it. "You have to take off your clothes first," she responded. "This will be so much more pleasurable for both of us if you just relax and enjoy it. Don't you find me attractive?"

"Of course, my Lady, but this isn't right," he protested a little more calmly. "I'm married, and I'm a paladin. You're married too."

"Marriage has nothing to do with this," she told him. "I don't want to leave my husband for you, just have a little fun. Don't you realize what your Blessing of Conception is really for?"

"I don't think I can do this," he told her honestly.

"If you don't, I'll make sure my husband won't agree to the marriage arrangement," she responded. "I'm aware of your father's conditions for your marriage to remain intact. You keep mentioning that this isn't right, but would it be right to end your marriage and injure relations between our two kingdoms so that you can retain your sense of propriety?"

Kalas was beginning to get conflicted. He loved his wife, and didn't want to do anything to injure her or their relationship, but he also realized that there were some things that were larger than him. What would it cost him anyway, a little time, and maybe a little dignity?

Queen Ilende sensed that he was wavering. "I promise that it will be enjoyable for both of us," she said. "Please, take off your clothes," she asked.

Kalas reluctantly started unbuttoning his clothing. He kept his eyes on the queen, watching her as she watched him exposing his body to her. He noticed her look of appreciation as he removed his shirt. He felt apprehensive as he stepped out of his pants. The queen was a beautiful woman, and despite his objections to the situation his body was responding in anticipation of having sex with her.

His blood engorged cock bobbed into view as he threw his pants to the ground. The queen squealed in delight and lifted her dress up over her head and tossed it near his clothes as she ran over to him. "I can't believe it, but you actually put your father to shame," she breathed as she grasped his hard shaft. "My husband likes to watch your father slide his large cock into me whenever he comes to visit. He'll get excited when I tell him that yours is even bigger. Now, quickly, lay on your back. We spent too much time arguing and must hurry."

She gently pushed the young duke to the ground and straddled his body. Her hands ran all over his heavily muscled chest. "You remind me of your father when he was much younger," she said as she raised her bottom up and pointed his penis at her wet pussy. "Don't allow yourself to become as fat as him," she said jokingly, before plunging down on his erect cock. "Oooooohhhhh!" she groaned as his large member filled her up.

The duke groaned out loud too. Since his only sexual experiences had been with his wife, he was not sure what to expect, but when the queen began bobbing up and down on his cock he knew he would have an enjoyable time. It felt very similar to when he and his wife made love, and when he closed his eyes he could almost imagine that it was her on top of him, until she squealed in her unfamiliar voice or raked his chest with her long nails.

"Oh gods ...I wish I had more time...more time to enjoy this wonderful cock," the queen moaned. She started rocking back and forth in his lap faster and faster. Her hands were gripping his pecks tightly, her nails biting deep into his skin.

The duke had been lying back passively, but he brought his hands up to grab her waist and began thrusting his pelvis up to meet hers. He started lifting her up and down; she was so small and light it was easy for him to do. They were moving so fast, both their bodies became a blur, and the forest was filled with the sounds of flesh slapping against flesh. Kalas grunted each time their bodies crashed together, and Ilende was letting out one long continuous moan.




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"Yes...yes...yessss!" the queen yelled, and then her body spasmed and jerked as she lost control. It was the hardest orgasm she had ever had in her life. Kalas could feel the walls of her cunt squeezing his cock as she came. It was too much for him and with a final grunt he buried his dick inside her as far as it would go and emptied his sperm into her greedy hole.

As she felt his cock pump its life creating fluid inside of her, she got the urge to allow conception to take place. At first she thought it would be futile, given the enchantment placed upon the duke, but suddenly she felt a surge of energy come from the forest itself to bolster the magic within her. Her eyes shot open in surprise as her power overcame his and she felt the initial stage of life begin within her womb.

The duke's arms were suddenly weak and the queen, exhausted from her physical and magical exertion, fell forward onto his chest. After a moment of recovery, she wriggled her way up his body to nuzzle her face against his, causing his cock to finally slip out of her. The heavy member rested against his stomach as it slowly shrank in size.

"That was wonderful," Ilende breathed in his ear, "but we need to clean up now. Come, there's a stream we can wash in." She crawled off his large frame, and led her lover by the hand to the stream. They both got in the cool water and washed away the traces of their coupling. She wrestled with whether or not to tell him what had happened at the end, and decided it would be too much for him to bear.

"I've never been with a man in the forest," she said as they emerged from the water. "It was more exciting than I could have imagined." She looked over the handsome young man's body and saw that his cock was once more standing at attention. "I see you enjoyed it too."

"Yes," was all Kalas could muster, as he looked away sheepishly. Despite his desire to remain faithful to his wife, he knew that if they weren't short on time he would definitely have welcomed another performance.

"Too bad we have to go," the queen said with a little pout, echoing his thoughts. "Perhaps we'll have another opportunity before you leave. If we don't, you must promise to return some time alone. My husband is not a jealous man, and wouldn't mind if you and I slipped away for a night out here."

The idea conflicted within him, but he knew that if the opportunity presented itself he would be unable to resist her offer. The pair redressed quickly, and Ilende led him on the long trek back to the castle. As they walked arm in arm she thought of how wonderful it was going to be raising another child, and of how she was going to trick her husband into believing it was his.

***

Prince Dumont approached Careena and leered into her face. "You see, Duchess, I was a little upset when you broke off our engagement so you could marry that fool Kalas. I had heard tales of your great beauty and was looking forward to the day when I would possess it for myself." As he spoke his eyes roamed all over her body. She lashed out at his face with her elbow but the prince backed away quickly.

"Now, now, Duchess, there's no reason to behave that way," King Drakin said. "King Bromen said you might be a little resistant to our method of negotiating so I came up with this little scheme. I apologize if it's made you a little uncomfortable."

"Uncomfortable?!" Careena spat. "Release me this instant!"

"Given your attitude at the moment, I don't think that would be a good idea. You might try to hurt us, and that would spoil our fun," Drakin replied.

"I can imagine what 'fun' the two of you have in mind, and I can tell you I will not allow that to happen," she said angrily. "Now let me go, and I will forget about this incident, and not mention it to my husband."

Dumont slowly walked around to the backside of the wooden slab. "You will not tell your husband anyway," he said as he pulled on a handle attached to the back. "If you do, we will not agree to the marriage arrangement between me and Princess Larise."

"I won't sign the agreement anyway, now that I know this is how you two behave," she said with fire in her eyes. "I would never allow a friend to be subject to your degenerate carnality." As the prince pulled, the wooden slab she was attached to tilted back and she was suddenly being raised off her feet. For a brief moment all her weight was painfully placed on her wrists, until the board tilted all the way back to a horizontal position.

The king placed props at both ends of the board while his son held it in place. "That's an empty threat, Duchess," the king said. "We know what will happen if you don't make this arrangement happen. King Bromen will dissolve your marriage, and then we will insist that the original marriage arrangement be reinstated. I guarantee that you will end up right back here." To punctuate his point he grabbed one of her ankles and forced her foot, sole down, in what amounted to a leather shoe that was attached to the board. She tried to kick him away with her other foot, but it was quickly grabbed by the prince and restrained in the same manner.

Her feet were spread far apart with her knees bent, but she was still able to keep her thighs closed. Then each man grabbed a knee and pulled them apart before securing them with a leather strap. Had she not still been wearing her clothing she would have been completely exposed to their view. As it was, she felt thoroughly humiliated, and extremely angry. Another strap went across her torso, just under her breasts, holding her entire body down.

"You need to get one thing straight, duchess," the king said, "you are at our mercy. We have you caught, and we will have our fun with or without your cooperation. Release is not what you should be negotiating."

"What should I be negotiating, then!" she screamed. "You two have me 'caught', as you say. The only thing I want is to be let go."

"How about the treatment of Princess Larise, while we're married?" the prince suggested.

"Or more favorable, tariffs on the goods you export to Daarkscrag?" the king said.

"What do you two get out of it?" she asked, icily. "You already said you'll take what you want from me."

"Cooperation," the king said. "You tell us your terms, and if we agree, we get your complete cooperation."

Careena looked from one face to the other and saw that there would be no diverting them from this course of action. She also knew there was no getting out of her bonds. But if she agreed to cooperate, they would release her, and she might have a chance to escape.

"All right," she spat, "since you intend to defile me either way, I will agree. But I want your word that Larise will be treated with dignity and respect, and if I hear one word from her to the contrary I will tell my husband about this, no matter the consequences."

"Easily done," the prince said. "We have enough playthings. Anything else?"

"Yes, Torlil Valley. I want you to sign over Torlil Valley as part of the marriage agreement," she said.

Torlil Valley was an uninhabited region on the border between Daarkscrag and the Trikingdom that contained large iron deposits. The land wasn't fit for anything other than mining the ore, but Daarkscrag had been unable because the only way to cart the ore out would have been to go through Trikingdom land. The Trikingdom knew this and promised that any ore leaving the valley would be heavily taxed, making it unprofitable for Daarkscrag mine. King Drakin had tried several times to get King Bromen to lower the proposed tax but since the Trikingdom coveted the iron he refused.

"Smart girl," the king said with a grin. "Agreed. As it stands it's useless to us anyway. But you must do whatever we say for the next hour, no complaints or the deals off."

"Agreed," she said slowly through clenched teeth.

Both men smiled broadly. "Dumont, you can go first since she was supposed to be your wife," the king told his son.

"Thank you father," the prince said as he began to take off his clothes. "I was hoping to go first. She's already in the position I want to try first."

Careena didn't understand what the prince meant at first until, when he was fully nude, he produced a knife and began cutting away her undergarments.

"Please," she pleaded, "there's no need for that. I already agreed to do everything you asked. Just release me and I'll remove my clothes."

"I know, Duchess, but for now I like you just the way you are," the prince said, "and remember, no complaining."

Careena's mind reeled. If he didn't release her she would have no chance for escape. She was beginning to come to the conclusion that there might not be any way out of this predicament. The prince had his hands all over her thighs while he cut her underclothes and she hated the feel of them on her skin. Once he made the final cut, he pulled the fabric away and then flipped up her dress, exposing her sex to their view.

"Look at that sweet little pussy," the king said to his son as they admired the view. The prince ran his hand lightly along the blond curls at the top, and lower down towards her opening. Careena gasped at the intrusion in her most sensitive area as the prince pushed a finger inside.

"She's dry," the prince commented. "I'll have to get her warmed up."

He climbed onto the board and put his head between her legs. He kissed the soft skin on her thighs on the way up to their apex. King Drakin watched in amusement as the young duchess squirmed and bit her lip to keep from crying out. Her eyes were shut tight as if she were trying to banish the image of them from her memory.

When the prince's lips latched onto her clit, an involuntary gasp escaped her lips before she was able to bite down and stifle it. She hated what these men were doing to her, but she couldn't deny that what the prince was doing was exciting her body. Like her sister said, she enjoyed sex. The medallion she wore couldn't change that fact; it could only give her the control of who she chose as a partner. Unfortunately, these two bastards had taken that choice away from her.

"How does she taste?" the king asked his son.

"Delicious," the prince said in between flicks of his tongue up and down her clit.

Careena's face burned with anger and embarrassment as she heard them talk. She wished they would be quiet so she could imagine it was Kalas's tongue between her legs. Despite her revulsion, her body was responding to the prince's ministrations and it was becoming harder for her to hold back the groans threatening to erupt from her throat. She had already lost control of the lower part of her body and was thrusting her pelvis at his working mouth.

She was quickly building to an orgasm and she couldn't stop it. "Oooooohhhhhh!" she suddenly gasped. Her bottom tensed and her hips rose as she mashed her cunt against Dumont's face. The rest of her body shuddered as her orgasm washed over her. When her hips fell and her bottom once again rested on the wooden slab the prince lifted his head, his face slick with her juices.

"She's certainly easy to warm up," Dumont remarked to his father.

"King Bromen said she would be," Drakin said.

The prince kneeled between her legs, his cock in hand. "Are you ready for me, Duchess?" the prince teased. She didn't answer but gave him a disdainful look. He laughed at her reaction and lined his dick up at her wet opening. He slowly pressed it inside her, his eyes on her face watching her reaction the entire time. She turned her head to the side, unable to meet his gaze.

"Oh gods, Father," the prince moaned, "you're going to enjoy this when it's your turn." She was so wet, Dumont had no trouble burying himself up to the balls on the first thrust. He wasted no time pounding his cock in and out of her slick passage. Despite his bravado, the prince was actually quite inexperienced when it came to sex. Up until recently, he had only been with a few of the castle's servant girls and those had been quick, furtive liaisons.

Then his Father had caught him with one of the servants. She was fairly pretty, and the prince had actually liked her, but the king ruined it for him. Instead of interrupting the young couple, the king had watched them unseen, and then insisted on a fuck from the girl as soon as his son had finished. The prince had been so afraid and the girl so shocked that before either could protest the king had bent her over and entered her from behind. That had begun the prince's education in what the king called "fun sex" as the two passed the girl back and forth for the rest of the afternoon.

After that, the two shared a few other young women before the king came up with this scheme. Dumont was eager to pay the duchess back for slight of breaking off their engagement even though the two had never really met, and he got a perverse thrill from the thought of fucking Kalas's wife. He had always been a little jealous of the duke when they were children, which was why he always delighted in tormenting him.

Careena hated what the prince was doing to her, and hated herself even more for her body's response. She couldn't believe that she was actually wet for the man! But there was nothing she could do; she had no way to escape. It got even worse when she felt hands turning her head. It was the king; he had undressed and his cock was bobbing obscenely in front of her face. "Suck it!" the king hissed. Careena stared at it for a moment and watched a drop of precum seep out of the slit.

Right then and there she made a decision. These men were getting off on the shame and humiliation they were causing her, and there was really no reason for her to feel that way. She had no choice in what was happening so there was nothing shameful about what she was doing. Her body was already telling her how she should react. She didn't need to act like a slut, but she didn't have to act timid or weak either. So she opened her mouth without hesitation, and swallowed the king's cock down to the balls, while she stared him in the eyes defiantly. She noted that his cock was much small than her husband's, and she could tell that the prince's was too, as he clumsily pounded it in and out of her cunt.

"It's a good thing my husband and I haven't had sex for a few days," she said, releasing the king's cock from her mouth for a moment. "I don't think I'd be able to feel either one of your little things inside of me if we had."

She had startled the prince so much when she spoke that his rhythm was completely broken and he had to pause to readjust himself and start again. She resumed felating the king, and she wasn't sure, but it seemed like his cock had lost a little of its stiffness. She began raising her hips to meet Dumont's thrusts, hoping to get him in a better rhythm. If she was going to be subjected to his cock, she was going to get as much enjoyment out of it as she could. Maybe it would get him off faster and her released from the infernal wooden slab.

The duchess's actions were having an effect on the young prince. He had never had a woman respond like that to him before. Suddenly, without warning, he grunted and shot his load inside her. Careena felt a few weak pulses before his cock limply fell out of her.

"Well, at least you made me cum with your mouth," she said to Dumont. "Why don't you move over and let your father have a try?" she suggested mockingly. "Are you going to release me, or do you need to have me restrained to make yourself fell more powerful too?" she asked the king.

King Drakin didn't answer, but he did start undoing the restraints. Dumont produced a key and un-cuffed her wrists. She sat up on the slab and rubbed feeling back into her hands and wrists. She hadn't realized how numb they had become. Her dress was bunched at her waist, exposing her lower half obscenely. She could feel the prince's sperm start to drip out of her cunt.

"Do you want to use your mouth on me too?" she teased King Drakin, spreading her legs. "Maybe you could clean up the mess your son made."

Drakin knew she was just trying to anger him and decided not to play her little game. "Take off your clothes," was all he said in response. He watched as she obeyed, but with a defiant smile on her face.

Careena had given serious thought about trying to bolt, but her legs were cramped from the position she had been in, and she knew there was no way she would make it a few steps before one of the two caught her. She resigned herself to her fate, and decided not to give them any reason to take back any of the concessions they had given her, but she wouldn't play the victim either.

Once she had removed her clothing the king ran an appreciative hand over both of her large breasts. She resisted the urge to shudder, and tried to strike a pose of indifference. His hand went to the medallion that hung around her neck.

"Did your husband give this to you?" he asked.

"No, my sister," she responded. "It stays on," she said sternly before he could say anything else about it.

He didn't say anything more, but grabbed her by the shoulders, spun her around, and forcefully pushed her down so that she was bent over the wooden slab. He spread her plush butt cheeks apart and rammed his stiff prick into her sperm filled cunt, driving the air out of her lungs.

She gasped at the assault, and Drakin chuckled, but she quickly composed herself. As the king began sawing his member in and out, she had to admit that he was much better than his son. His cock was hitting her clit at just the right angle with long, slow strokes and she doubted she would be able to hold back the passion she could feel building in her sex.

"Why don't you have her clean you up," the king grunted to his son. "She really knows how to use her mouth."

Careena was trying to think of a scathing retort, but couldn't before the prince's re-hardening cock was bobbing in front of her face. It was still covered in cum, and the thought made her want to gag, but she took it in one hand and pulled it into her mouth. She had a hard time swallowing the slimy fluid from his penis, but she managed to clean all traces of it.

She concentrated on sucking the prince's spongy member. It distracted her from the pleasurable pounding the king was giving her. Dumont was moaning in front of her while Drakin was gasping behind. She was aware of the king's hands gripping her waist tightly, as he pulled her back onto him at the same time he surged forward. Every time his cock rushed forward, it pushed some of his son's cum out of her hole, and now her thighs and bottom, and his balls and stomach were covered in the slippery fluid, creating a loud slapping sound every time their bodies crashed together. The sound filled her ears, drawing her mind back to the pleasure she was feeling down below.

The orgasm she tried to hold back, exploded out of her suddenly. She lost control of her body, and grabbed hold of the prince's thighs, actually pulling him further into her mouth as waves of pleasure wracked her body. Her thighs and butt tensed, making her pussy that much tighter for the king as he continued to fuck his cock in and out of her hole.

The king watched and felt her orgasm with amusement. "See, isn't it so much better that you cooperated?" the king teased once she had settled down.

"Just shut up and fuck me," the duchess responded, trying to sound defiant. He chuckled and started to thrust his cock harder and faster.

It never ceased to amaze the prince every time he watched his father make a girl cum with his cock. He had never been able to, had never felt what it was like to be inside a woman when she reached that ultimate peak. He envied his father for that ability.

A few moments later, the king was emptying his own load inside the young duchess, adding to his son's. Careena just lay on the slab for a moment, after he finished, feeling the combined cum from father and son oozing out of her. She fought back the feelings of humiliation and forced herself off the slab and looked in the eyes of both men.




The Trikingdom Ch. 05



Careena nearly ran to her brother's study after she had been summoned. She had been in DuGuerra for nearly half a day was a little upset at being made to wait for so long. At least she had been able to spend the time with Kalas's older sister, Elise, whom she considered to be one of her closest friends. She knew her brother was busy; he was not only king of DuGuerra but the arch-mage as well, so she understood the need to make her wait, even though she had told him when she would be arriving a few weeks ago.

She was on her way to Lesquia to meet with Queen Islan and Princess Trian to finish the final part of the agreement she made with King Bromen. She couldn't wait to have this last marriage arrangement signed and finalized.

Thinking about the last one made her revisit the last one, and its aftermath, in her mind. She still couldn't believe that her husband had said it was all right for them to have sex with other people if it furthered the interests of the Trikingdom. She vowed, however, that from then on it would always be on her terms; she would never be forced into it again.

In order to ensure that, she first had to get rid of the succubus trying to possess her. As long as the specter of being possessed by the demon hung over her, she would never feel like she was completely free to do as she pleased. She also wanted a companion to accompany her when Kalas could not, so that she was never caught unaware like she had been in Daarkscrag, but that would have to wait until she found someone she could trust.

Careena was going to Lesquia on her own, and it worried her. Kalas's presence would only be disruptive, however. Men were considered second class citizens in Lesquia with no authority or power, so he would not have even been allowed to participate in the negotiations.

The trip had given her an excuse to visit DuGuerra and have her brother rid her of her succubus problem. She entered her brother's study without knocking, and threw her arms around him.

"Careena!" he cried. "I missed you, little sister. I was alarmed to hear about problem."

"I missed you too," she said, breaking the hug. "I've been all right. Seline gave me this medallion that's kept the demon at bay, but I would like to get rid of it once and for all."

Lastel placed a hand on her forehead and closed his eyes in concentration. "I'm not detecting any demon," he said, "but I definitely feel a presence."

"Then what is it?" Careena asked a little distressed.

"It's a spirit," he replied his eyes still closed, "a very powerful one." He opened his eyes and removed his hand. "It hasn't gained its full strength or it is very likely you'd already be lost, despite that medallion."

"Can you banish it?" she asked, alarmed.

"Yes, but if you had waited any longer I might not have been," he replied. "I'm going to surround you with a barrier, and then have you take off the medallion. The same magic in the medallion that blocks the spirit will keep me from sending it away."

Careena nodded in understanding. Lastel took several steps back from her and closed his eyes. His hands moved in a blur as wall of light surrounded her. "Remove the medallion," he said, his eyes still closed. Careena quickly took it off and she almost fell to the ground as everything around her seemed to swirl. When her head cleared she saw her brother starting another spell in front of her.

She tried to walk to him, but she ran into something solid. "Lastel, let me out, I need to show you something," she said eagerly. He ignored her. "Please, Lastel let me out, please!" Even though his eyes were open she could tell they weren't focused on her. "I need you, Lastel, right now!" she pleaded. "Don't do this, Lastel. Let me out, and we can have some fun. Have you ever wanted to fuck your little sister? You can, you know. You can fuck me. Just let me out."

Lastel ignored his sister's ravings as he struggled with the spirit invading her body. He couldn't let her pleading become a distraction or they could both be lost. "I'll even get on my knees," she said kneeling on the stone floor, "and suck your cock." She shoved two of her fingers into her mouth to simulate for him. She made loud gagging noises to try to get his attention but his concentration never wavered. When she pulled her fingers out, thick saliva coated them and trailed from her lips. "Wouldn't it be nice to have your little sister suck your big dick?"

She became angry when he didn't respond. She got back to her feet and held her hands out in front of her. She was completely surprised when streams of fire shot from them and struck the barrier he had erected. The magical wall shimmered and bent, but it held. Frustrated, she tried again. She could see the barrier weakening with each blast.

Seconds later, before she could attempt what she was certain to be the last blast needed, her head began pounding with pain. She crumpled to the ground in pain, and began pulling on her hair. Tears streamed freely from her eyes and her mouth opened in a soundless cry. Just when she thought her head would explode from the pain, it vanished, and for the first time in the months since her marriage, her head felt clear. She remembered what she had just done and said to her brother, and blushed.

Lastel studied her a moment and then waved one hand her direction. The wall of light fell away and Careena was able to move over to him. "Is it gone for good?" she asked.

"Yes, now that it has been expelled it cannot return through you," he said. "It will need to find another host, or restore its own corporeal form."

"Thank you, Lastel. I fell as if a big weight has been lifted from my shoulders," she said as she gave him another hug.

"You're welcome, little sister," he said as he hugged her back. "Now, I have to get back to work. The spirit that inhabited you has me concerned a little. I must go to the archives to see if I can determine whose spirit it was. It obviously belonged to a very powerful magic user, and judging from your behavior, a malevolent one."

She nodded in agreement, and then turned to let him study. "One more thing," he said, stopping her. "There is no question, now, that you have magic," he told her. "The spirit could not have used magic, unless you possessed it, which is probably why it chose you. You possess magic, but for some reason are unable to use it. That made you an easy target for it."

Careena thought about her brother's words as she walked back to meet the queen. She had just accomplished the first task on her list, but she was going to have to add one more. She would have to learn how to overcome whatever was blocking her from using her magic, and then train in its use.

***

Careena arrived in Lesquia a few days later. In stark contrast to her arrival in Daarkscrag, no one important was waiting to meet her. Instead, Queen Islan sent one of her court functionaries to greet her and show her room. There was no tour, no offer of food, nothing. Careena realized Islan was using this as a ploy, and there was nothing she could do until the second part came into play.

Since she was alone, she grabbed one of the candles in the room, and kneeled on the floor. At least she could put this time to use. Before she left DuGuerra, she had learned some exercises from her brother to try and awaken her latent magic.

She concentrated on the candle, trying to light it for several hours. One time, when she opened her eyes she thought she saw a wisp of smoke, but she couldn't be sure. Lastel had thought that fire might be the easiest for her to try, since that is what the spirit inside her used. He had reiterated to her, that whatever was blocking her magic was inside her own mind and that no one else could help her get past it.

Finally, just when she thought she would gouge her eyes out from peeking at the candle and seeing it still unlit, she was summoned to lunch with Queen Islan. She was escorted to a balcony off the queen's study. Queen Islan was already seated and smiled warmly as she entered.

"Duchess Galin, please, sit down." The tone of her voice was that of a motherly woman and Careena felt herself immediately at ease.

"Thank you, Your Highness," she responded, "but please, call me Careena."

"I agree all these titles can be quite cumbersome. You may call me Islan," the queen responded.

While Islan sounded motherly, she looked anything but. She was a tall lean woman whose looks reminded Careena of the courtesans she saw all over Kennai Palace. She remembered King Bromen's description of the woman and thought that his perception of her was probably tainted because she rebuffed his advances.

"I would like to apologize for King Bromen's behavior at the last negotiations," Careena said, taking a chance. "I assure you, his attitude does not reflect the Trikingdom as a whole."

"I'm surprised you know about that," Islan said, levelly. "I assumed Bromen wouldn't brag about his failure."

"I'm sorry if I embarrassed you," Careena said, "but King Bromen likes to talk, and complain. He blames you for his failure and refuses to see how he was wrong."

"I see," the queen said thoughtfully. "Then I assume he called me a few 'colorful' names."

"Yes," Careena said, nodding, "but like I said, his views are not shared by everyone else."

"Then I hope to have more pleasant negotiations with you than I did with him. The man is simply a brutish pig," Islan remarked.

"While it may be traitorous for me to agree, I do," Careena said with a laugh. "I avoid him if at all possible. Sometimes it's hard for me to imagine that he's my husband's father. Their personalities are nothing alike."

"Yes, that is what I had heard, which is why I agreed to the marriage arrangement with my daughter, Trian," the queen said. "I'm afraid what I've heard of your Prince Loqui doesn't suggest he would be a suitable match."

Careena was aware of Loqui's reputation. He had earned it as an agent in his father's service, and Careena herself had seen the way he was with women. Before she married Kalas, Loqui had propositioned her several times. She was never interested in him; his entire persona appeared a façade. She understood the queen's reluctance to marry her daughter to Loqui, but she had to convince her.

"The match with Loqui would be much better for your daughter. She would be queen of Coderra, and have great influence in the entire Trikingdom," Careena argued.

"I question how much power and influence she would have in your kingdom. It is your custom to have men rule and women serve in a supportive role. Your firstborn are always male and they inherit rule, while the females serve to solidify your alliances," Islan said. Despite the harshness of her words, they were not said in anger, simply stated as fact.

Careena wanted to disagree, but found it difficult. The queen was right about their succession practices, but in most cases the women were more than just bargaining pieces. She was such an example; she and Kalas ruled Genoise as equal partners.

"In truth, most men would behave as King Bromen if given the chance," the queen continued. "That is why we don't allow our men to have any power. We women think, and use the men as tools accordingly," she said. "Take that man over there," she said, pointing to one of her guards. "He has been trained and instructed to protect my person. He is happy to have a clear objective at all times. If he had to think about what he had to do he would be confused and angry, and given too much freedom he might lash out and attack innocent people."

Careena looked at the man in question, and he did indeed look like a hulking brute, but she knew not to judge by his appearance. With proper access to all manner of learning, she supposed that he could have turned out similar to her husband.

"You think that he could be nothing more?" Careena asked.

"Of course not," the queen replied. "Don't get me wrong, I love him, he is my son, but I know his limitations."

Careena looked at the man again, and for the first time noticed his resemblance to the queen. If the woman could treat her own son in this manner, then she doubted she would be able to sway her opinion. It mattered little to Careena, she wasn't here to change the way of life for Queen Islan's people, just negotiate a marriage to strengthen the ties between their two kingdoms.

"Then why agree to the marriage between Trian and Kalas at all?" Careena asked. "You have to know that Kalas is not like the men of Lesquia."

"I know, and it troubled me at first. But he is a paladin, and they are not like other men. I know he would adhere to our customs and not force my daughter to do some of the base acts that men enjoy," the queen said.

"What 'base' acts are you referring to?" Careena asked. She thought she knew the answer, but had to be sure.

"Sex for anything other than procreation," the queen said. "In Lesquia, we only have intercourse with our males when we need them to give us children, preferably in the presence of our mothers or trusted friend to insure that the male doesn't get out of hand."

"So you would have watched Kalas and Trian...?" Careena asked, shocked.

"Of course, just as I watched my eldest daughter and her husband," the queen said matter of factly.

"Isn't that awkward?" Careena asked.

"Not in the least," the queen said. "But that is another reason I have doubts about this new arrangement. Trian would move away to Coderra, and I would be unable to make sure she was not abused by Loqui."

Careena was beginning to doubt whether this was a good arrangement as well. Loqui would never agree to these conditions and would undoubtedly try at every turn to 'abuse' Trian. "Perhaps you could send someone with her, a maid, who could insure that your concerns are met," she suggested.

"That would be impractical, and you now as well as I that she would be unable to enforce anything," the queen said. "No, if I am going to agree to this arrangement, then I will be condemning my daughter to a life of subjugation to the lusts of a man."

"If that is the way you feel then I don't think we will be able to come to an agreement," the duchess said, sadly, seeing her own marriage slipping away.

"Oh, my dear, you misunderstand me," the queen said, patting her arm. "I never said I wouldn't agree to the marriage, I just need you to understand what I will be giving up."

Careena understood what Islan was trying to accomplish. She wondered how much any of that really mattered to the queen and Princess Trian. She doubted she could any information out of Islan, but perhaps the less experienced Trian would be more forthcoming.

"May I ask where Princess Trian is now?" Careena asked suddenly.

"She is studying," the queen said. "She will join us later, but she will not be participating in the negotiations. I don't want her to hear descriptions of what her life will be like. I would like to tell her in private, after you're gone."

"Surely she realizes the rest of the world is ... different than Lesquia," Careena said.

"Yes, but she doesn't know to what extent," Islan responded.

"What do you want?" Careena asked, boldly.

"Pardon?" the queen said.

"In exchange for your daughter. I see no reason why we should mince words with one another. What do you want?"

Queen Islan smiled. "Straight to the point then. King Bromen and I already negotiated a mutually beneficial military alliance, which I would like to apply to this new arrangement." Careena had read the previous agreement. Simply put each kingdom would come to the other's aid if either were attacked. It was more of a concession on the Trikingdom's part since Lesquia was more likely to be a target of some upstart's army, but it didn't hurt to agree to that. "I would also like to have representation in King Bromen's court."

Careena guessed this was something she asked for in the previous agreement, but was unable to achieve. "To observe only," Careena told her. "We will grant you an ambassador, but she will have no sway in Trikingdom matters."

It was easy for Queen Islan to agree. She only wanted a spy in King Bromen's court anyway. They negotiated a few more minor points for another hour before Princess Trian joined them. Trian looked like a younger version of her mother; dark hair, dark eyes, sensual lips, and a body that rivaled her own. Careena thought it was a shame that they didn't have different attitudes about men; any man would definitely find the princess attractive. Trian turned out to be very pleasant, and Careena liked her a great deal. Despite being the same age, she felt older than the princess; she hadn't realized how much marriage had aged her emotionally.

The queen saw how well the young duchess and princess were getting on, and decided to excuse herself to handle other matters, while they went for a walk around the palace grounds.

"I must confess that I was quite upset when I found out that Kalas had broken our arrangement so that he could marry you," the princess said as they slowly walked through the garden. They were so engrossed in their conversation that neither one was paying attention to the beauty around them. "I met him once, when we were still children, and was surprised at his intelligence and kind nature. I was hoping to get to know him better."

"I can't blame you," Careena responded with a light laugh, "that's what attracted me to him. I didn't think you would be interested in a man like that."

"I guess I can tell you my secret," Trian said, conspiratorially. "I don't entirely share the beliefs about men that my mother and the rest of Lesquia have. I was hoping that Kalas's presence would help influence some of the more moderate members of my mother's court."

Careena looked at her new friend with newfound respect. "I'm sorry I spoiled your plans," she said with a grin, "but I couldn't let Kalas marry someone else. I've been in love with him for a long time."

"Well, who am I to get in the way of true love," Trian said, laughing. "I don't mind, really. It's not like I knew him well, and besides, I've already come up with a new plan."

"Is this new plan a secret too?" Careena asked.

"Only to my mother," Trian responded. "She thinks I'm naïve; that I have no concept of what the rest of the world is truly like. But I've read and studied, and listened to every story my father has related to me. I have a fairly good idea what's going to be expected of me, and honestly, I'm looking forward to it."

"Your father? I assumed he was like..." the duchess began, indicating the stone faced guards behind them.

"No," the princess said smiling. "My father is from Cancordia."

"Cancordia? That's so far north! How did that come about?" Careena asked, intrigued.

"My grandmother was seeking favorable trade partners in the region years ago. My father was the son of one of the wealthiest merchants who had a fleet of ships. An arrangement was made that brought goods from Cancordia down the coast and up the river at a reduced cost," the princess explained.

"Where's your father now?" Careena asked.

"He captains one of the trade ships. He tried for years to stay and change my mother's attitude. The last straw for him came when he saw what was happening with my brother. He begged Mother to let my brother go with him, but she refused. Now he only visits when his ship is in port," she said sadly.

"But your father influenced you," Careena said.

"Yes," Trian said with a grin, "and he was excited when I told him that I plan to take my brother with me."

"How are you going to manage that?" the duchess wondered.

"My mother is going to insist I take some of our own guards with me, and I'm going to make sure that he's one of them. I'm going to rehabilitate him," she said proudly.

"I hope you succeed," Careena said. She did hope that the princess's plan worked, but she had her doubts. The young man had been conditioned since birth, and Careena knew that at his age it would be difficult to reverse the damage done to his mind.




The Trikingdom Ch. 05



"I know very little about Prince Loqui. What can you tell me about him?" the princess asked.

Careena tried to hide a grimace at the mention of his name. "I don't know him as well as my husband," she began.

"But you don't like him," Trian finished. "I saw the look on your face," she said before Careena could protest.

"It's not that I don't like him," the duchess said, "but as the head of the Trikingdom information network, he's picked up some habits I don't approve of."

"He's a spy and that makes you uncomfortable," Trian translated.

"Yes, that's part of it," Careena said, astounded by Trian's bluntness. "He's grown accustomed to using people, and when you talk to him, it's hard not to imagine that he's trying to figure out a way to use you too." She didn't mention that every time she saw him, he made an overt attempt to seduce her.

Trian nodded in understanding. "I'll keep that in mind," she said.

Careena was thankful that the princess didn't probe any further. They talked about more mundane things for another hour before it was time to go to the queen's dinner. Trian's older sister attended the dinner too, with her husband standing behind her chair and fetching whatever she asked for. His mind didn't seem as altered as Trian's brother's, but he was definitely subservient. He never once looked Careena in the eye, and never spoke unless spoken to.

Other than that, the meal was pleasant and the conversation kept light. After dinner, Trian invited Careena back to her room. Trian ushered everyone else out when the pair arrived and poured both of them a glass of wine.

"What is it like, being with a man?" Trian asked quietly while she handed Careena her glass.

Careena knew that the princess was not speaking in general terms, and was directly asking about intercourse so she thought carefully for a moment; she didn't want to frighten the young woman. "It can be the most pleasant experience you could ever enjoy," she finally said.

Trian sat on the edge of her bed and indicated for Careena to sit next to her. "My mother always told me it hurts," she said.

"It does a little, the first time," Careena told her, "but that quickly fades."

"Have you ever had an unpleasant experience with your husband?" the princess asked.

"No, never with my husband," Careena answered truthfully.

"But you have with others," Trian said, guessing at what Careena had left unsaid. When her friend blushed, she knew she was right. "You've had sex with a man other than your husband? How many times?" the princess asked excitedly.

Careena blushed and looked down at her glass, embarrassed. "I've been with a few other men," she said, "but all of them were less enjoyable than my husband."

"Is Kalas that much better a lover?" the princess teased.

Careena laughed nervously. "He is a great lover, but I think it had more to do with the other men's ineptness."

"Then why sleep with them?" Trian asked.

"I made a few mistakes," Careena admitted, "but I have vowed never to make them again."

"So, you'll never stray from your husband again?" she asked.

Careena blushed again and downed the last of her wine. "I never said that," she responded. "I just plan to be more selective of my partners from now on."

The princess took the glass from Careena and set them both on a table before returning to the bed. She sat much closer this time, and before Careena could turn away, Trian pressed her lips to hers. Careena was so stunned that she didn't move away and allowed the kiss to take place.

"I hope you're not upset," Trian said.

"No, not upset, just startled," Careena assured her, breathless. "I've never done that with a woman before."

"Good," the princess said before kissing the duchess again. This time Careena was prepared and responded to the delicate kiss. It was a new sensation, different than any kiss she had experienced before. Trian's lips were softer and fuller than any man's and the kiss was gentler than any she had received from her husband. She parted her own lips and let her tongue slide along the tip of the princesses. Both of them moaned softly. Before she knew it, they were lying on their sides and their hands were fumbling with each other's clothing.

Careena's hand managed to find its way to the soft flesh of Trian's full breast. She had never touched another woman in this manner before and she found the sensation exhilarating. She rubbed her thumb over the princess's nipple and marveled at how it got erect at her touch.

She gasped when the princess's hand touched the lips of her cunt and then quickly found her engorged clit. She broke their kiss and looked into Trian's passion filled eyes. She was amazed at how close she felt to this young woman in such a short amount of time.

They disentangled themselves and quickly began divesting their clothing. Neither one could keep their eyes off the other as they bared their bodies. Careena admired Trian's curves and the darker tones of her skin. Her nipples especially were much darker than her own, and the princess's sex was topped with dark hair compared to her blond.

The pair fell back onto the bed and began kissing again. As their lips and tongues wrestled furiously, their hands were all over each other's bodies. It was electric for Careena to feel such smooth, soft skin touching her own at so many points. They hugged each other close and she could feel Trian's dark nipples pressing into the flesh of her own generous breasts.

Trian maneuvered Careena onto her back and lay on top of her. Their lips never parted as their bodies slithered one against the other. The mounds of their sex pressed together, causing gasps of pleasure to escape their lips as their clits were occasionally raked against the other's flesh. Finally breaking their kiss, Trian began making her way down Careena's body, kissing every inch of flesh she could on her way.

Careena arched her hips in longing, suddenly wanting more than what she was receiving. She desperately felt the need to be filled with hard cock and she wished her husband were there to give her relief. Then the princess's lips fastened on her throbbing clit and her tongue skillfully lashed all around her opening. The duchess cried out in pleasure and her bottom pressed hard back down onto the bed.

Their hands clasped together as Princess Trian worked her mouth all over Duchess Careena's sex. The princess loved the smell and taste of her new friend's cunt and lavished in her job of trying to bring her to ultimate release.

Careena was finding it hard to breathe, and the need for cock was replaced with the need to cum. The princess had brought her to the edge quickly with her masterful ministrations. Her bottom clenched tightly as it pressed into the bed as she tried to hold back. She wanted the intense feeling in her clit to last forever, at the same time she wanted to experience that glorious ultimate pinnacle of satisfaction.

Wave upon wave of pleasure threatened to push her over the brink, as the princess's tongue darted all around her sex. Finally, she could hold back no more, as her friend sucked hard on her clit, and her very life seemed to explode out of the little protuberance. She gave a final loud, earth-shattering cry that she could barely hear from the blood pounding in her ears. Her body tensed and her hips thrust her cunt up into the greedy mouth of her friend.

After several seconds, she relaxed, and she limply fell back onto the bed completely spent. The princess gave her a few last licks before gently kissing her way back up her body. Careena was panting, out of breath, when Trian kissed her on the lips. Trian's mouth and chin were wet with her fluids, and she tasted her own pussy for the first time.

"I hope that was a pleasant experience for you," the princess whispered in her ear.

"Second only to my husband," Careena admitted with a smile. "But what about you? How much time do we have before someone gets suspicious?"

The princess laughed. "If anyone had any doubt what we were doing your cry would have put it to rest." The princess saw the look of concern that crossed the duchess's face. "Don't worry, two women spending time like this is perfectly acceptable here. My mother knew what we would be doing as soon as I invited you here, and I'm sure the only thing she felt was jealousy. I could tell by the way she was looking at you that she had similar thoughts on her mind."

Careena smiled at her friend and gently pushed her over so that she was on top. "Then I guess, I have plenty of time to give you the same treatment," she said as she started kissing her way down the princess's body. She was inexperienced with being with a woman so she just did what she knew she liked done to her.

Trian didn't seem to have any complaints, if her moans and cries of pleasure were any indication. She licked and nibbled just as the princess had done to her. The taste of her cunt was new and foreign, but not unpleasant. She took pride in her ability to give her friend pleasure, as the princess's thighs brushed against her ears as she writhed in bliss.

She was soon becoming excited again herself, and found that she was pressing her own mound into the bed as she worked on the princess's. It seemed like she was licking and sucking forever, and her tongue and jaw began to ache. Then she sensed a change in Trian's movements, and knew her lover was close to cumming. She made her tongue work faster and more furiously on her clit and was rewarded with the princess's orgasm.

Her face and mouth were drenched with Trian's spendings as she came, and she slithered back up the princess's body to share the taste with her. "That was wonderful," Trian said as their kiss broke, "the best I've ever had."

Careena was pleased at the words and hugged her close. "I'm glad we'll be close after you marry Loqui. It will be easy for me to come visit you," she said.

"Yes, you must come often," the princess responded. "I'll make sure we have plenty of time alone."

"It's too bad you're a princess," Careena sighed.

"Oh? Why's that?" Trian giggled.

"I've been looking for a companion to help keep me from getting into trouble," Careena said with a smile, "so I don't any more unpleasant experiences. Someone I can trust, who cares about me as much as I care about them."

The princess chuckled. "Isn't that what your husband's for?"

"In a normal marriage, yes," Careena said, "but you'll find that being married royalty is far from normal. We both have so many responsibilities that we're often apart, and I need someone that can be with me all the time."

The princess nodded in understanding. "I see," she said. "I never thought about it, but I'm sure I'll have to do the same."

They held each other close, and made love again before the night was over. The next day, they said goodbye with a little sadness at parting, but also with excitement at the thought of the possibilities to come.



The Trikingdom Ch. 06



Careena angrily slammed the book she was reading closed. It was a treatise on magic that she had borrowed from her brother's library. Unfortunately, the author was so long winded in his explanations that by the time she reached one of his conclusions, she forgot what question he had originally posed. She was forced to reread everything several times to understand every single point.

That was not her only frustration with the book. While it was very comprehensive on nearly all magical concepts, she had learned nothing to help her overcome whatever was blocking her from her power. She had been reading it for days and was no closer to solving her problem than she had been before.

At least she was no longer plagued by those overpowering sexual urges. She looked appreciatively at handsome men, and now women since her experience with Trian, but she was able to look without having to act.

She let her mind wander back to the previous night with her husband and the pleasures they had enjoyed. He had provided more than enough satisfaction for her every night since she had returned from her trip to Lesquia. If she didn't know any better she would have thought he was trying to get her pregnant. The thought of children made her smile, but they had decided to wait until their city was under control before they started a family.

Kalas had spent the past few months planning the construction of a paladin temple. The foundation was just getting started and would help stability in Genoise in a couple of ways: it would draw paladins to the city, and the construction was providing work for the impoverished citizenry. The duke and duchess were also trying to promote business owners to remodel or replace some of the older buildings and storefronts in the city.

There was one matter upon which the young couple disagreed on however. Now that much of the lawlessness had come under control, Kalas had wanted to turn their efforts towards eliminating prostitution. Careena wasn't as sensitive to prostitution as her husband was, and she knew that it was one of the reasons Genoise had been a popular vacation spot in the past. It was illegal in most of the Trikingdoms but traditionally had been welcomed in their city.

The problem with prostitution lately had been the lack of oversight and the lack of money flowing into the city. The flesh peddlers were always looking to find ways around the regulations that had been in place, and often cheated the girls who worked for them. They needed to get travelers to come back to the city again, and in order to do that they needed to restore its reputation, not outlaw prostitution.

Lately she had sensed that her arguments were beginning to sway Kalas. He seemed less adamant each time they discussed the problem. She believed that if a woman wanted to offer a man the use of her body for some coin, then that was her choice. Who were they to tell her that she couldn't? And was it any different than some of the things they had done recently to secure the new marriage arrangements?

Her musings were interrupted as her husband burst into the room panting. "My brother is on his way here!" the Duke cried as he ran to change out of the muddy clothes he had been wearing.

"Now?!" she asked in confusion. "Why didn't we have any warning?"

"I don't know," he responded, "but a rider was sent ahead of his retinue to announce his approach. He must have left on short notice."

That was the most likely conclusion she could come up with as well. The crown prince of Galin didn't just wander about and happen to visit. He must have a very urgent matter to discuss with them. "Is my sister with him?" she asked hopefully.

"The rider didn't say, only to expect the prince," he responded as he pulled on a clean pair of boots.

Careena frowned. Her sister most likely had not come if no mention of her had been made. She watched her husband stand and straighten his garments and then followed him out to greet the prince. They made it outside just in time to see the prince arrive on horseback and not in a wagon. It alarmed Careena at first, but she quickly realized he was not wearing his armor which meant his business was urgent, but that they were not at war.

Prince Duran leapt off his horse and handed the reins to a retainer before climbing the steps up to the Duke and Duchess two at a time. He embraced his brother jovially and Careena relaxed at the prince's attitude. He embraced her next and kissed her lightly on each cheek. "Seline sends her greetings, and regrets not being able to come herself," the prince said, "but there was no time."

"What is this all about Duran?" Kalas asked.

"Let us go somewhere where we can talk more privately and I will explain, little brother," Duran replied.

The three of them went to Duke Kalas's study and had some refreshments brought. Once that was done all the servants were excused and ordered not to disturb them.

"Now, what brings you all the way out here?" Kalas asked again with a smile.

"An emissary, from Remar, arrived in Coderra two weeks ago," the prince began, "and was quickly sent to father. He's asking us to send an ambassador back to Remar to negotiate terms of an arrangement. They have asked for you, Kalas."

"What kind of an arrangement?" Kalas asked, shocked.

"They are asking for aid to protect their city. They have lately seen an unprecedented amount of pirate raids in their harbor and a short time ago what appeared at first to be a coordinated pirated attack nearly crippled their docks," the prince explained. "But it soon became apparent that the ships weren't manned by pirates."

"Does it matter who attacked them?!" Careena exclaimed. "We can't seriously be contemplating negotiating with them. They're slavers!"

"What the Remarians do inside their own borders isn't our concern. They have wealth and are willing to exchange some of it for help protecting their city," the prince said calmly.

"Wealth earned off the backs of their women," she proclaimed. Remarian females were enslaved at birth and raised to serve men. Their culture had evolved this way over centuries. Women were treated as any other resource or animal; bought and sold in markets, and used in any way their owner saw fit.

"Nevertheless, we will treat with them, or rather you will, little brother," the prince said.

"Why me?" Kalas asked, perplexed. He felt much the same as his wife about Remar.

"The two of you have suddenly become known as capable negotiators, and despite your moral objections to their way of life, Father knows that as a paladin you will not interfere with their laws, and at the same time do what is best for the Trikingdoms," his brother explained.

Kalas nodded in understanding. He would follow the laws of the land he was in, no matter how distasteful he found them.

"If you're going, then I'm going," the Duchess proclaimed.

"No Careena, I'm afraid you can't," the Prince said. "The Remarians don't allow females from outside, into their city. They feel it would contaminate their slave population."

"You mean it might educate them, if they saw a free woman," she spat angrily.

"Yes," he said, a little embarrassed.

"I'll stay outside the city then," she said.

"No, that would seem like an insult," Kalas told his wife. "They would be put on the defensive if they knew you were out there waiting."

Careena fumed for a bit, but she knew he was right. If he was going to negotiate in good faith he would have to do it alone. "Besides, he said, I feel the same as you do. Perhaps if we develop a good relationship with them, over time our influence will cause them to change their ways."

She wanted to believe what he was saying, but the Remarians had been practicing slaver for thousands of years. She doubted it would change any time in the near future.

"There's a ship waiting for you in DuGuerra," the prince said. "You must travel their quickly as the ship will not wait forever."

"Why DuGuerra? Why not Coderra? It's much closer," Kalas asked.

"Father wishes for your departure to be somewhat covert. If you leave from DuGuerra, your ultimate destination may be in doubt to watching eyes," his brother explained.

"I'll go with you to DuGuerra, at least," the Duchess told her husband. "I can borrow some more books from my brother."

The Duke nodded and smiled at his wife, pleased that she was taking everything so well.

***

The trip to DuGuerra was uneventful. Prince Duran had returned home the day after he arrived and the duke and duchess had left the following morning. Since speed was a necessity they all rode horseback, including the duchess, who began regretting her decision to join her husband the second day in the saddle. She was a competent rider, but she had never ridden for such long stretches of time.

The duke did not wish to tarry in DuGuerra but consented to stay for one night so Careena could give him a proper goodbye. That evening, before dinner, she excused herself so that she could take a look at the books in her brother's personal library.

King Lastel was waiting for her when she opened the library door. "I received your message little sister, and I must say that I do not agree with you foolish plan," he said sternly.

"But you're going to help me anyway, aren't you?" she asked.

"Yes, Careena. I'm going to help you," he said with a touch of exasperation, "but I wanted you to know that I object first."

She smiled and hugged her brother. "I heard you, but I will not change my mind. Now, what have you got for me."

King Lastel produced a simple gold ring and held it out to her. "Slip this ring on your finger," he said, "and it will transform you into a man in his later years."

"Illusion?" she asked.

"No, reality. Anyone perceptive enough would eventually see through an illusion. I must warn you that once you take off the ring, its magic will be gone for good."

Careena nodded in understanding. "What else?" she asked.

"I have clothing like the garb one of the local merchants would wear, and enough coin for you to act the part you wish to play," he told her. "I still would like you to reconsider."

"I'm sorry, big brother, but I have to see Remar for myself," she told him firmly.

So the next day, after a passionate farewell to her husband, Careena found herself joining him on board the ship heading for Remar. At one point, she looked him straight in the eyes and he showed no hint of recognition. She spent most of her time during the voyage with the other merchants who were heading to Remar to purchase goods made by the slaves, but she had concocted a different story for herself.

She had decided to play the part of a retired merchant, recently widowed, who had chosen to spend a portion of his remaining wealth on purchasing a Remarian slave. It was often done by the wealthy. While slavery was illegal in the Trikingdoms, they made the perfect wives for those men who had enough coin, and didn't want to go through the hassle of finding a mate through conventional means. The women were docile, obedient, and beautiful, and of course you never had to pay your wife a wage.

Slaves were also often sold to flesh peddlers; a practice the Remarians also delved in too. The docks were said to be lined with brothels, waiting for sailors to come spend their hard earned coin. Careena knew that quite a few of the prostitutes in her own city had originated from Remar. You could always tell which ones they were; they never looked you in the eye, never complained, and never turned away a customer no matter how vile and disgusting the man may be.

She told herself that they were the true reason she was taking this risk. She wanted to help the ex-slaves in her own city, but she needed to know what was done to them first. If she could help those women become more independent it would go a long way into cleaning up the prostitution in Genoise.

Cilas Grantham and the paladin Jareth were also on board the ship, as aids to the Duke. Jareth spent most of his time with Kalas, but Cilas spent his time with the merchants. Careena got to see a side of the steward that she hadn't before as he drank and joked with the other men. The man may have appeared meek, but in the proper setting he could drink and swear with the best of them.

The first time Careena had to pee she nearly laughed out loud as she held her penis in her hand. She found it odd that the sight and touch of her own member failed to arouse her. After she finished peeing she stroked it for a minute and marveled at the sensation as it stiffened up. She reluctantly put it away before anyone else saw what she was doing.

The few times she was around her husband during the voyage she also found that she wasn't sexually attracted to him. In fact, she wasn't sexually attracted to any of the men on the ship. She reasoned that whatever made men attractive to her before was gone now that she was physically male. She hoped it would return after she took the ring off.

After a few weeks at sea, the harbor at Remar came into view. Even from a distance, the damage was visible. Whole sections were burnt and only a few ships could dock at one time. They were moved to the top of the list of waiting ships and were soon disembarking.

Careena almost didn't respond when her name was called. She was unused to responding to Jackus Rial, the name she had given herself for this adventure. She had to explain her business to the dock master, and was directed to head towards the nearest Office of Slavery to have the options explained to her, while the duke and his party were whisked away to a nearby estate.

She watched her husband leave and wished she could go with him and at least witness the negotiations, but she reminded herself that she had other business here that she needed to attend to. She passed by several brothels on her way to the Office of Slavery and was surprised how different they seemed than the ones she had seen back home. In Genoise there were always women outside yelling at and flirting with any man passing by, trying to get their attention. Here the women stood silently with their heads lowered in submission with their naked bodies on full display for every passerby to see.

She found the office and was delighted to see that the long line she expected didn't exist. There were a few men being helped quietly at desks scattered around the office, and another man behind a large counter. Careena walked up to this man and smiled broadly.

"How may I assist you today?" the man asked.

"I'm looking to purchase a slave," Careena responded.

"Very good, sir," the man said with a smile, "I'll have one of our agents come out and explain the options to you."

He rang a bell, and shortly a rather large man came out from the back. The two exchanged a few words Careena couldn't hear then the large man turned to her and gestured for her to take a seat at one of the desks. He moved from behind the counter and joined her.

"You're looking to buy a slave?" the man half asked, half stated.

"Yes," Careena said.

"I see that you're a foreigner. May I inquire if you intend to take this slave out of the city? I only ask, because once a slave leaves the city, it cannot return. Any purchase, in that case, would effectively be without recourse if you were in any way dissatisfied."

"How do you mean?" Careena asked, confused.

"There is usually a return policy with any slave with deductions for time spent, and other considerations. If you purchased a virgin slave, and it was no longer a virgin when you returned it, there would of course be a deduction."

"Ah, I understand," Careena said, bewildered at the matter of factness this man used when talking about selling humans.

"Can you describe what you are looking for?" the fat man asked.

"I'm recently widowed and retired, and decided that instead of wasting time trying to find a wife my own age, I would save myself the hassle and headache and purchase a much younger and more obedient wife here," Careena said, trying to sound convincing.

The man nodded as if this were an everyday occurrence, and she realized to him it probably was. "Well there are generally two options for slave purchase," the fat man said. "You can buy from a private owner who's trying to sell, or you can attend the slave auction. There are advantages and drawbacks to both. If you buy from a private seller you generally will know what you're getting before you purchase. The seller can tell you what the slave is good at and will often let you test the slave out prior to payment. However, the slave will generally be older and well used. The other option is the slave auction."

"Auction?" Careena queried.

"Yes, every week the city auctions off slaves that it has acquired. Most of these are slaves that have just come of age that were sold to the city as infants. The one drawback with the auction is that you never know what's going to be there. You could go to the auction for several weeks before you find a slave that fits your taste and just when you do someone could outbid you."

Careena wasn't concerned about being outbid, and she really wasn't that picky about the slave she purchased, but she did think that younger would be better. "I'd like to try the auction," she said.

"Very good," the man said. "There's a small fee for admittance to the auction that will be applied to the purchase of your slave."

Careena paid the fee and the man gave her a ticket for the auction. "The auction is tomorrow at noon. Just show them this ticket and they'll set you up with everything you need. Is there anything else I can help you with? Accommodations? Brothel recommendations?"

"I do need to find a room," she said.

The man gave her directions to the quarter of the city with the most upscale rooms for rent, and she thanked him and left. As she walked through the city she found herself becoming aroused by all the naked women walking around on errands for their various masters. Most of the slaves she saw were very beautiful and well developed. She supposed that the uglier slaves were probably used for more menial labor, while the attractive ones were put to less strenuous work, except in the bedroom.

After she found herself a room she went back to the ship to retrieve her belongings. As she walked past the rows of brothels again her penis was straining painfully in her trousers. She wondered how men could stand it, and then she saw one excited sailor pick out a woman and quickly usher her into one of the establishments and she realized that they couldn't. If a man was aroused he found a way to take care of it.

When she got back to her room she sat on the bed wondering what she should do. Without thinking about it she leisurely opened her pants and pulled out her prick. Before she knew it, she was stroking it quickly and seconds later experiencing the most intense orgasm she had ever had. She found that afterwards she was able to think more clearly as if a big distraction had been removed.

She cleaned herself up and went out for a walk. She passed by the estate where her husband was staying and noted its location from the room she was renting. Guards from Genoise and Remar were posted outside the gates. She watched from a distance for a while and was surprised when Cilas came out alone. Curious, she followed him.

He walked briskly back towards the dock, and the duchess thought that maybe he was sent to retrieve something from the ship, but when they got to the brothels he slowed down and stared openly at the slaves on display. After a time, he chose one and took her inside.

The duchess would have normally been appalled at his actions, but since spending the day there in a man's body she understood the torment the man must have been in. Despite relieving herself a short time before, she was sorely tempted to take one of the slaves inside herself. There was one who reminded her of Trian that she thought would be particularly good to try...




The Trikingdom Ch. 06



Ashamed, she forced her eyes away and walked back to her room, and wondered how her husband was handling the situation.

***

Duke Kalas smiled at the Remarian ambassador as they shook hands. One concession had been made for the Duke, since he was a foreigner, and Ambassador Timmons had come to the estate, instead of having Kalas and his party traipse through the city.

"Welcome to Remar Duke Kalas. We wish to present you with this gift to show our appreciation for your consideration of our proposal," the ambassador said. He motioned to one of the slaves that had accompanied him and she walked forward and bowed low to the Duke.

Kalas stood for a moment, waiting for the slave to produce a gift before he realized that she was the gift. He was about to refuse, but Cilas Grantham, sensing his lord's intention, loudly cleared his throat to get his attention. When Kalas glanced his direction the steward nodded to encourage him to accept.

"Thank you ambassador," he said hesitantly. "It is a wonderful gift."

Timmons smiled brightly and the slave moved beside the duke, her eyes always fixed on the ground like all the slaves they had seen. "I know that you have just arrived and are probably weary from your journey, so we have left your day open so that you may rest. I will be over tomorrow morning so that we may go over the schedule with your steward," Timmons said.

The duke thanked him again and Jareth escorted the ambassador and his party out of the estate. Turning to Cilas the duke asked, "Why did you want me to accept their gift?" He felt strange speaking of the woman right in front of her, but he wasn't sure how to dismiss her.

"If you had refused he would have been offended. Giving gifts to guests is one of their oldest customs, and he offered you the most expensive gift there is; a slave. Judging by her appearance, I would estimate that she is a costly slave at that," Cilas responded.

Kalas looked at the woman closely for the first time, and noted how easy it was for him to overlook all the slaves that he had seen since arriving in the city. He decided to make it a point to pay more attention to them. He would not ignore them as the men of this city seemed to do.

He had to admit that she was very beautiful and reminded him greatly of his wife. The thought of her made him feel great pity for the young, naked woman before him.

"What is your name?" he asked the slave.

"Master, I have no name, just a number?" she said showing him a number branded on her foot. "You may call me whatever pleases you."

Kalas looked at the brand with shock while Cilas studied it with interest. "I've heard of this my lord," the man said. "Each slave is given a unique number at birth so that they can keep track of their parentage as they're passed from owner to owner. It's to help keep the men from breeding with a slave that may be a close relation, as well as other considerations."

A look of disgust passed over the duke's face. "Well, find her something to eat, and a room she can sleep in," he said. "I'll figure out what to do with her later."

As Cilas took the slave by the arm the thought crossed his mind that he could think of many things he'd like to do with the duke's new slave.

After finding the slave a meal and a room he had a raging erection and decided to use some of the coin he had brought with him on the journey. He asked the duke's permission to be excused to explore the city and left the estate, where he was spotted by the duchess as she too explored the city. Cilas knew where he was heading though, as on their trip from the ship he had spotted a lovely little slave at one of the brothels he wanted to stick his dick into.

He never noticed he was being followed and was, of course, completely unaware that the duchess knew of his dirty little secret.

***

Kalas woke with a start early the next morning with a feeling of being watched. Looking about his room, he quickly spotted his new slave kneeling near the foot of his bed.

"How did you get in here!" he shouted angrily.

His guards burst into the room followed quickly by Cilas. The young girl had the most frightened look on her face as she looked at the steward for assistance.

"My lord, I told the guards to let her in so that she may assist you," Cilas explained.

The duke angrily climbed out of bed and looked at the scared young woman. "Help me with what, Cilas," he growled.

"With whatever you need, my lord," the smaller man said. "Please, let her help you. It is their way. She won't know what to do with herself otherwise," he added when he saw the objection starting on the duke's lips.

"Very well," Kalas relented. "But could you at least find her some clothing?"

"I'm afraid she wouldn't know what to do with them, my lord. You may have noticed that the slaves are generally naked," Cilas said quickly.

Kalas rolled his eyes and ushered Cilas and the guards out of the room. He turned back to the slave and found her smiling for the first time. "What is your command, master?" she asked.

He ordered her to pick out his clothing for the day. When she didn't leave after she had them laid out, and it became apparent to him that she expected to help him change, he ordered her to fetch some water for him so that he could wash up. He tried to change quickly while she was gone, but she returned while he was pulling up his pants.

She rushed over to help him complete the task, which seemed to him to take longer with her assistance, especially her hand brushed against his penis, which was half erect because of her nude state. He cringed and tried to look at the ceiling and think of other things, but the slave seemed startled by its size and he was sure that she took her time after that so she could determine whether it was real or some sort of trickery.

He was finally dressed and the slave seemed pleased with the way he looked, but she hadn't said a word to him. He decided he couldn't keep referring to her in his mind as just 'slave' so he came up with a name. "I will call you Lina," he said proudly. It was a common enough name in the Trikingdom.

"Whatever you wish, master," she said. "I will answer when you call me Lina."

The duke smiled to himself and thought that maybe he could save the young woman from her life of slavery. He left the room for breakfast and was a little disconcerted when Lina followed him. He was about to send her away, but he had the feeling that if he did, she would somehow end up trying to serve him anyway so he shrugged his shoulders and left her alone.

Jareth was already at the table awaiting his breakfast when the pair arrived and he chuckled at his friend's predicament. Kalas shot him a look of annoyance and Jareth stopped, but couldn't hide his smile. Cilas joined them a few moments later in surprisingly good spirits.

"Am I correct in assuming that I have to keep Lina for our entire stay here?" Kalas asked the steward.

"Lina, my lord?" the man asked, and then realized he was referring to the slave. "Yes, my lord. It would offend the Remarian leaders if you sold her. She was a gift and they expect you to keep her."

The duke sighed and shot another look at Jareth, whose chuckles had erupted once more. "When is the Remarian ambassador to arrive?" Kalas asked.

"Within the hour," Jareth answered.

"Good," said Kalas. "I wish to get this business over with as soon as possible."

***

Careena showed her ticket at the auction entrance and was given a brief explanation on how to bid on the slaves. She had envisioned an enormous crowd, yelling and catcalling at the slaves as they were trotted out, but was surprised to see that there were a lot fewer men in attendance. She supposed that made sense since the auctions were held once a week.

While she was waiting for the auction to commence, an older man, who appeared to be a local from the clothing he wore, approached her. "Ah, a foreigner," the man said. "Are you buying for your personal use or for business?"

Careena was taken aback by the man's nonchalance of the subject of buying people but quickly recovered. "Personal," she replied.

The man nodded. "So am I," he said. "My last slave died recently and I need a replacement. Most of the rest of these men are buying for the brothels."

The way he spoke of the others suggested he didn't appreciate their presence. "Is that a problem?" she asked the old man.

"Only for us," the man said. "They have much more money to throw around than you or I, and if they see a slave they like, a bidding war will ensue. That can drive up the bids for the entire day!"

The man's statement made Careena rethink her strategy. She had intended on watching the bidding on the first few slaves, but maybe she should bid on the first one that looked promising. The old man continued to chat about his life. She tried to discourage him by only making one word comments or answers but the man wouldn't take the hint. She was thankful when the first slave was led out and the man stopped so he could pay attention.

The first slave was brought out. Careena was still surprised that they didn't fight or try to flee. The young woman walked out in front of the audience calmly with her head bowed down. She was rather plain looking and there was little activity among the bidders.

A man stepped up next to her and began asking for bids, describing the traits of the slave. She was made to turn this way and that so that the men could get a good look at her from every angle. Although she was plain looking, she appeared to be very sturdy. With her back to the audience, she was made to bend over. The man spread her butt cheeks apart to expose her virgin asshole and vagina. A few of the men began bidding on her, including the older man next to the duchess, and she realized that they were all probably working men who needed help in their shops or farms. Her looks to these men were secondary to her abilities as a laborer, and she still had all the right equipment for them to use at night as well.

Careena's neighbor was outbid, and the young woman was sold to another man who seemed pleased with his purchase. The duchess had spent the morning learning everything she could about the auction. The girls were purchased by the city as infants from the owners of the mothers they were born to. The city raised and trained them, and then sold them at auction. Certainly not every female infant was sold to the city, but most were. Selling them beat feeding them until they reached the proper age they could be sold.

Any slave that didn't sell for four weeks straight was pulled off the auction block and put to work for the city. This only happened to the ugliest and weakest of slaves and they had earned the moniker the 'untouchables' because no man would want them.

The next slave on the block was quite attractive, and Careena watched in fascination as the brothel owners all bid on her. She was pleased to note that the young woman went for less than the coin she had to spend despite all the bidding. The man next to her scowled when she was carted off by her new owner.

The duchess watched and waited as slave after slave was brought forward and sold not finding what she was looking for until a small waif was paraded out. She was thin and pale and looked as if a strong gust of wind could blow her away. She was not the big robust beauty the brothels were looking for, and didn't appear suited for labor either. She was far from ugly though and because of her size the duchess felt pity for her.

She wasn't getting very many bids, so Careena raised her hand when the next bid was called. Another man bid next so Careena bid again. No more bids came and she felt a rush of excitement as she realized the young woman was hers. The slave's number was recorded as being bought by the false name the duchess had used, and she walked out of the auction the proud owner of a new slave.

She led the young girl back to the room she was renting. The proprietor made some remark about being careful not to stain the sheets with her virgin blood when they walked through. Strangely, the thought of taking the slave's virginity greatly aroused Careena, although she thought it should appall her.

Careena wondered what the young woman was thinking at that moment. The slave was probably expecting to be taken by the fat old man who had bought her. As she looked at the pale slave her loins began to stir, and she started to believe that there would be no harm in doing what the girl expected. Careena shook her head trying to clear her thoughts. How did men stand it? How could they function once they were aroused? She supposed that they grew used to it as adolescents. She, unfortunately, didn't have the benefit of time to grow accustomed to the hormones raging in her new body. She would have to mention to her brother that this was a drawback to actually changing bodies instead of creating an illusion.

"What do they call you, girl?" she asked, surprised at how thick her voice sounded.

"Slave 46892, master," the girl responded.

"You don't have a proper name?" Careena asked.

"No, master," the slave said.

"Then I shall give you one," Careena said. "How does Zella sound?"

"Whatever you wish, master," she said meekly.

Careena realized it was going to take a lot of work to undo the damage that had been done to the young woman. It reminded her of the conditioning that had been done to the men of Lesquia and she realized that those men were just as much slaves as the women of Remar. They weren't bought and sold like the women of Remar, but they were slaves nonetheless.

***

Duke Kalas sat and half-listened to Ambassador Timmons as he watched the lewd spectacle in front of him. Cilas had explained to him that, among the rich, slaves were viewed as a status symbol and beauty among them was most coveted. As a result, when they got together, no matter the reason, they liked to show off their slaves, which was one more reason Cilas insisted the duke keep Lina. However, the steward's warning did not prepare Kalas for what he was witnessing between the ambassador and the pair of slaves he brought with him to their meeting.

One of the slaves was on her hands and knees in front of the ambassador serving as his table as he took sips from the tea that had been served. Her large breasts hung pendulously down and her plush rump was thrust high as she kept her back amazingly straight. The other slave was seated in the ambassador's lap, offering her breasts to her master so that he could suck milk from them at his leisure. Kalas couldn't tell whether she had recently given birth, she was in such fine condition, but from one of Timmons's previous comments he suspected she had.

Both of the slaves were very beautiful, but neither were as fine looking as his own slave, Lina, who stood patiently by his side as he sat and conversed with Ambassador Timmons. Cilas had also explained to Kalas that the negotiations would be lengthy because of the extracurricular activities that tended to take place. Today Timmons was outlining everything that Remar was looking for in an alliance and tomorrow Kalas was expected to lay out everything the Trikingdom wanted. Then in subsequent meetings they would go over each and every point until an agreement was made.

The presence of slaves often led to distractions during meetings in Remar, and sometimes negotiations between two wealthy parties degenerated into an orgy. Kalas had been forced to dismiss Jareth from the meeting to spare his fellow paladin from going into apoplectic shock, and was having trouble following the ambassador himself. Fortunately, Cilas was writing a record of all of the ambassador's requests.

The steward had informed the duke that Timmons would expect Kalas to show dominance over Lina as some sort of proof of his manliness. To that end, the duke had spent the negotiations sending the slave on frivolous errands to retrieve unnecessary comforts for him. But Kalas was now suspecting that more might be required if the ambassador was to take him seriously.

He pulled the young woman onto his lap and, in the name of diplomacy of course, began openly fondling her large breasts and nipples. He expected outrage from Lina, but the slave seemed to enjoy the attention and, almost imperceptively, began grinding her crotch against his massive thigh.

The ambassador smiled widely. "I hope she has given you good service, Duke Kalas," he said with a leer. "Have you broken her in yet?"

"Not yet," the duke responded with a false sigh. "I've been so tired. I wanted to make sure I was well rested to do the job properly." The duke wondered what the slave thought about them discussing her virginity, but the young woman showed no acknowledgement of the conversation and just continued to rub her crotch against his leg.

"A pity," the ambassador sighed. "I was hoping to sample her charms myself, but I don't suppose you'd be willing to trade without spending time with her first."

"Ah, no," Kalas responded, trying to hide his contempt at the man's suggestion. He was having a hard time thinking of the slaves as property.

"Well, I think I'll leave you now," the ambassador said, staring at the breasts of the slave on his lap. "I'm getting a little too stimulated to continue. Hopefully tomorrow we'll be able to trade."

The duke could only nod in false agreement. As soon as the ambassador was gone, he all but pushed Lina off of his own lap. She stared down at her master with a look of utter confusion on her face.

"Please clean up," he told her, motioning to the food and drink left over. She nodded in consent, but still looked thoroughly confused.

That night, as the duke prepared for bed, Lina entered his room to assist him. He started to dismiss her, but decided that she had already seen it all in the morning, so there would be no harm in her helping him now.

She seemed to intentionally fumble with his clothing, which he bore stoically, and her hands always found a bare spot of flesh to touch. When she had him fully nude, she was openly fondling his genitals and rubbing her own sex against his leg. His large cock was, of course, hard and begging desperately to find any hole to bury itself in, but the Duke, through clenched teeth, instructed Lina to dress him in his bedclothes.

The young slave obeyed, but again seemed very confused by her master's actions. She watched Duke Kalas as he slid into his bed and dismissed her. She seemed reluctant to leave, but thankfully he heard her exit after he closed his eyes, and tried to force images of his beautiful wife into his head.

***

Careena couldn't sleep. She closed her eyes but her thoughts continually drifted to the naked slave lying next to her in the bed. She could hear the young woman snoring lightly in her sleep which made it worse. She tried to put as much space between them as she could, but the mere thought of the young woman just a few inches away was keeping her penis hard and aching. She was beginning to think that this had all been a very bad idea.

The entire day, after the auction, had been nearly wasted. She tried to describe to the young slave woman the world outside of Remar, but she might as well have tried to keep a pig clean. Zella alternated between closing her eyes tight with her hands over her ears, and rocking with her knees pulled up to her chest, while Careena talked. In fact, she had been so disturbed that Careena had eventually given up, and had the slave make them both dinner.

To top it all off, now she couldn't control the male urge to copulate that overwhelmed the rational side of her brain. She forced herself to roll away again as she realized she was rubbing her throbbing cock against the poor woman's backside. Thankfully, Zella didn't wake up. She briefly considered masturbating as she had done the day before, but was too embarrassed to be caught by her slave.




The Trikingdom Ch. 06



She clenched her fists at her sides in frustration and beat them into the bed. One hand snaked into her bedclothes and freed her aching cock from the confining garment. She fondled it for a moment and then released it with a sigh. She eyed it in the dim moonlight as it stood erect over her belly. It bobbed obscenely as it throbbed in time with her pulse.

She looked over at Zella as she slept peacefully and tried to think of a good reason why she shouldn't have her way with the young woman. She had, after all paid for her. Why shouldn't she enjoy the benefits of all that she had to offer? She couldn't damage the young woman any more than she had already been, and there appeared to be nothing she could do for her while they were in Remar. There would be time to properly educate her once they were back in Genoise, and she could make it all up to Zella then.

Before she knew what she was doing, Careena found herself rolling the young woman onto her back, gently, but with hands shaking in anticipation. "Master?" Zella questioned as she stirred. But the young slave recognized the look of lust in her master's eyes and understood what was needed of her. Her slim legs opened automatically to allow her master access and she tried to give an inviting smile.

Maddened with lust, now that she had made the choice, Careena hardly noticed. Her hands roved all over the smooth pale flesh of the young slave trying to feel all of her that she could. She had a brief thought that the young woman would cringe at the touch from the fat old body she had assumed, but Zella smiled and acted as if she enjoyed what was happening.

A part of Zella did enjoy it. This is what she had expected from her master in the beginning and it felt comfortable to her. The talking had disturbed and frightened her greatly and this behavior made her feel normal. When her master's hand found the lips of her sex, she thrust her hips up at it to let him know that she was ready for penetration as she was taught.

Careena was impatient and on her knees between the woman's pale thighs in a flash. The pain and discomfort she had felt when her husband had taken her own virginity were lost somewhere in the back of her mind. All she could think of now was how Kalas had told her that sex with a woman felt so much better than masturbation, and how much she wanted to experience it, how much she wanted to bury the thick throbbing cock she held in her hand into the willing slave beneath her.

She rubbed the head of her cock against the slave's wet opening. She had a little trouble finding the hole, but kept pressing forward and eventually it pushed into Zella's tight pussy. The slave let out a slight gasp of surprise, but Careena didn't notice as she moaned out loud in satisfaction. Nothing could compare to the sensation she felt as her cock entered a woman for the first time. The walls of the young slave's cunt were warm, wet, and tight at the same time. Careena was eager to get her full length into Zella.

She used the bulk of her old, fat body to power her hips forward. She felt something give way before her hard cock, and Zella gasped louder underneath her bulk. Careena didn't give her slave any time to recover and began shoving her hips at the young woman's crotch. She was caught up in the multitude of sensations she was experiencing and unconcerned with Zella's comfort or discomfort. Loud groans and moans were escaping the duchess's lips as her large frame thundered forward and back between the frail looking woman's legs.

Zella, for her part, was happy that her master was finding pleasure with her. She had been a little concerned that her master was disappointed with her because of how the day had gone, but as she looked up into his face and saw the look of animal lust the duchess displayed, she knew she was pleasing him.

Careena was surprised at how much work it took to fuck. She was unused to being in this old, fat body and found herself breathing hard and sweating profusely. She slowed her pace, to catch her breath, and changed to long powerful strokes. Underneath her, Zella started squealing in pleasure every time she bottomed out inside the young slave's pussy.

Careena was unsure whether Zella's squeals were real or fake, and she didn't really care. She didn't have any rational thoughts rolling around her head as she slammed her cock into the slave's pussy over and over again. She felt a perverse pleasure knowing that the young woman was making the noises because of her actions, but whether it was because of her training or a real exclamation of pleasure didn't matter.

After what seemed to the duchess an all too short a time, she felt the approach of her imminent orgasm. She felt her scrotum tighten and her cock strained even more. The muscled in her backside began to knot, and she realized she was no longer breathing and on the verge of passing out. Then the world seemed to explode in a multitude of color, she gasped for breath, and her penis pulsed as it discharged into the slave.

She collapsed on top of the poor young woman; her entire body, covered in sweats, soaked Zella. She had to wait until her head stopped throbbing with the pulses of her penis before she was able to roll off of her. Now that she was sated, a sudden wave of guilt washed over her as she watched Zella climb out of bed to clean herself up. The slave returned quickly and reached down for Careena's limp penis.

The duchess was about to push her hand away, but it was quickly followed by the slave woman's head. The next thing Careena knew, Zella's mouth was fastened over her cock as she cleaned the blood and cum mixture from her master. All traces of guilt began to flee as her penis began to swell and stiffen again.

***

Duke Kalas woke to a quiet insistent knocking on his door. At first he thought he had overslept, but quickly realized it was still dark. "What is it?" he said groggily.

"It's Jareth," the paladin said from the other side of the door. "May I come in?"

Kalas was annoyed at having been woken, but he knew Jareth wouldn't wake him without good reason. "Come," he responded sitting up.

The young paladin entered and the duke was surprised to see his friend still dressed in his clothes, and looking as if he had yet to take them off for bed.

"Is something wrong?" Kalas asked, coming fully awake and getting out of bed himself. Jareth motioned for him to remain lying down and pulled up a chair next to the bed. The two of them had gone through paladin training together and there was little ceremony or respect for rank between them.

"That slave girl, Lina, has been in her room crying since she left your bedchamber. Cilas and I have been trying to console her all night," the young man said with tiredness seeping into his voice.

"Is there anything wrong with her? I assure you I didn't lay a hand on her," Kalas swore.

"I know," Jareth said, "and Cilas has convinced me that that's the problem." The duke gave him a confusing look. "She thinks that you are not pleased with her appearance, and that's why you haven't..."

"Haven't what?! Spit it out Cilas," the duke demanded growing impatient.

"Haven't had sex with her, my lord," Cilas said quickly.

The duke was torn between being angry and laughing out loud, but when he saw the serious look on Cilas's face he settled down. "I can't take advantage of her like that," the duke protested. "I feel bad enough about what I've already made her do."

"You must consider the consequences, my lord," Cilas responded. "You will lose the respect of the ambassador if you do not. She was more than a gift, my lord; she was a test to see what kind of a man you are. If you do not treat her how they treat their own slaves, they will not think of you as a real man, and the ambassador will walk all over you in these negotiations."

Kalas knew the truth to Cilas's words; he had already had some of the same thoughts himself. "Send her to me," he reluctantly told the steward.

Cilas bowed and left and a short time later a tearful Lina entered the room. Her head was lowered so he couldn't see her face, but she was still sobbing lightly. "You sent for me, Master," she said between sobs.

He wanted to apologize to her but knew that would only confuse her further; a Master never needed to apologize to his slave. He sat up on the edge of his bed and pulled out his cock. Despite his reluctance to defile the young woman it was already hard and leaking precum in anticipation. "Take it in your mouth," he ordered.

She looked at his cock in surprise and then fell to her knees and gobbled it up in her mouth enthusiastically. He let out a groan as he felt her warm, wet mouth enclose his thick member. She was highly skilled and was able to take his entire length down her throat easily.

His hands fondled her large breasts as her mouth slid up and down his hard length. He tried to tell himself that he was only doing this for political reasons but that notion was hard to reconcile with the immense pleasure he was experiencing. It was certainly the best blowjob he had ever received.

As enjoyable as it was he pulled her off by the hair. She looked at him puzzled until he pulled her up onto the bed with him. He didn't speak but guided her onto her hands and knees. He was trying to play the part of a master who cared little for the feelings of his slave, as he had seen the ambassador do. This position would be uncomfortable for Lina for her first time, but it would allow him to show her his strength.

She was shivering slightly as she waited for him with her succulent ass up in the air. Her appearance reminded him so much of his wife that it made it easy to imagine it was her waiting for him, shivering in anticipation. He caressed her bottom as he brought his heavy prick up against her slick hole. He gripped her hips in both hands as he took a deep breath and surged forward. He slowly let his breath out as his cock battered its way into her tight passage.

Lina stifled a cry into the bed at the intrusion of her Master's cock. It was painful, but she was ecstatic to be serving him in this way. She felt the duke's cock pull back leaving a large empty feeling deep inside her. Then the grip on her hips became tight again and the empty feeling was pushed away as her Master's prick filled her once more. She felt a sharp pain inside her and it felt like something gave way as the hard cock sank further inside her.

When the duke pulled back after tearing through the young woman's hymen, he could see a little blood on his shaft. It pained him to think that he had hurt the poor girl, but there was no way he could stop now, the pleasure was too great. He gripped her hips tighter and pulled her back as he pushed forward, finally managing to embed his entire length inside her.

It was all Lina could do to keep from screaming out loud. The pain was greater than she had been led to believe during her training. She had no way of knowing that her Master's cock was larger than average, but she was certain of the strength she felt in his grip on her waist. He was a strong Master, and that made him a good Master, and she was pleased he was getting pleasure from using her body. His moans and groans as he fucked her were music to her ears.

Duke Kalas had been away from his wife for several weeks, and had been overly stimulated from viewing all the naked slaves the last few days. He could feel the imminent explosion brewing in her scrotum. He thought about pulling out to prolong his pleasure, but he just couldn't bring himself to do it; plunging his cock in and out of her tight hole felt too good.

With a last groan he buried his length into her to the hilt and held it there while it ejected out its seed. His hands gripped her plush bottom to hold himself up as the last few spurts left his deflating cock. His arms gave out and he collapsed on top of her. His member was so large that it stayed inside her, trapped now by her closed thighs.

Eventually, Lina wriggled out from underneath him and his deflated penis was finally dislodged. The duke rolled over onto his back exhausted, while the young slave dove down and took his cock into her mouth again. He was shocked at first, but let her work on it. She seemed intent on bringing it back to life so that they could have sex again. Now that he was sated, the guilt started to creep back up on him again, but when he looked at the smile on her face while she sucked him he decided that maybe this was for the best.



The Trikingdom Ch. 07



"Yech!" Duchess Careena Galin muttered under her breath. She was starting to get used to the masculine voice that sounded whenever she spoke and the large, pudgy hands that held the half rotten fruit in front of her. The market in Remar was much larger than the one in Genoise, but because of the heat a lot of the food was spoiled. She was having a tough time locating good fruit for her lunch. She and Zella had come to the market to find something to eat. She had gone in search of fruit while she had sent the young slave woman in search of a good loaf of bread.

Her mind darkened in shame when she thought of the young woman and the way she had treated her the night before. When she had woken up in the morning and viewed the poor woman sleeping beside her, she felt so upset with herself that she began to cry and try to blubber an apology. Zella had, of course, been confused and disturbed by the apology.

Careena had gone on to promise it would never happen again, and tried to explain to her what her life would be like once they left Remar. This had confused and frightened Zella more. Careena stopped like she had done the previous day and left her alone for a time. When it came time for lunch she decided they should try the market instead of an eatery.

She started to head in the direction her young slave had gone to see if she had fared any better in finding something to eat. She spotted Zella several stalls away, but she wasn't bartering or looking at bread. The young woman was talking to three guards, and from her hand gestures Careena was able to discern that she was describing the body that she possessed.

Zella's back was to her so the slave didn't see her. The duchess started walking their direction inconspicuously in order to hear their conversation. She was able to get close enough to hear Zella describe to the guards some of the things she had been telling her. Careena knew that the ideas she had been trying to impress on the slave were illegal in Remar and that the penalty for breaking those laws was death. The Remarians couldn't take the chance of their slave population becoming infected with ideas of freedom.

The duchess thought it would be wise to quietly slip away before they noticed her and figure out where she could hide. She cursed herself for trusting that Zella would keep all that transpired between them to herself. In hindsight she should have realized the turmoil the young woman was in from her reactions. It was a mistake that could cost her her life.

She was heading away, casting furtive looks back every few seconds to see if she had been noticed. She wasn't for several seconds, but then she turned her head and Zella was looking straight at her and pointing. One of the guards stayed with her, while the other two took off in pursuit of Careena.

Careena forgo stealth and took off running. The market was crowded and it was difficult in her bulky body to navigate through the people. She spied a less crowded street and ducked down it. She chanced a look behind her and saw that the guards were catching up to her. Not only was it more difficult to squeeze through the crowds, but she was also quickly becoming winded. Perhaps an overweight, old man wasn't the best disguise after all.

The Duchess was soon lost in her haste and unfamiliarity with the city. She just continued to run and was glad that no other guards had joined the pursuit. After a few seconds she smelled the dockside. She followed her nose, hoping to lose her pursuers in the more diverse crowd from the docked ships.

Soon she was among them, and her clothing and bearing didn't stand out so much anymore. But the guards kept pursuing; it was easy enough for them to follow the disturbance she was creating. Careena decided she was going to have to hide somehow.

She smelt burnt wood and realized she was closing in on the damaged section of the docks. This was bad because the area was largely deserted, but it gave her an idea. She spotted a crowded brothel up ahead and headed towards it. Men were milling all about the door perusing the women inside. She pushed through them and made it look like she entered the establishment.

She never turned around to see if her gambit worked, but when she entered the burned out section of the docks she didn't hear any pursuit. If she were to continue in this direction she would eventually wind up in near the estates of the wealthiest merchants in the city, but she stopped and hunkered down in a burned out building that had a window, now devoid of glass, that was right on the water.

She quickly began to remove her clothing, remaining as low as she could to avoid any eyes. At last she was naked and she hesitated a moment before removing the magic ring that her brother had given her. As the ring left the last bit of her finger she felt her body jolt and change. It almost dropped her to her knees. She shoved the ring in the pocket of her trousers, and then used the arms of her shirt to tie all her clothes in a bundle. She stood quietly and tossed the bundle into the ocean. She didn't look, but she heard a slight splash as it hit the water.

She stealthily left the abandoned building and was back on the street. She started walking back towards the brothels with her head down like the slaves did. The first people who she saw on the street were the two guards walking toward her. They had obviously fallen for her ruse at the brothel and were now walking and breathing heavily.

Her palms were sweating as they neared, but she knew there was no way they could identify her as the fat merchant, but if they looked closely enough they would realize she was no slave.

"Slave! Have you seen an old, overweight foreigner running in this direction?" one of the guards asked.

"Yes sir," she answered quietly. "He passed just a moment ago."

"Did he say anything," the guard asked grabbing her by the arm tightly.

"No sir, nothing at all," she replied.

The other guard grunted and started walking up the road in pursuit of the man, but the one holding her arm looked at her critically.

"My, but you're a pretty thing," he said, his demeanor suddenly changed.

"Rafi! We don't have time for this," his companion complained as he turned to look what was taking so long. "Besides, look at her. She probably belongs to someone very wealthy and very powerful. You'd find your head on a pole if you laid a finger on her."

Rafi cursed and let her go and started following his friend. Careena didn't change her pace as she started walking back towards the brothels even though she had the urge to run. She didn't have a full plan yet, but she was going to have to find some way out of this city, and the most likely place to find aid in that task was the estate her husband had been lent for his stay.

***

Night had fallen on Remar and the duchess lay shivering in one of the burnt out buildings on the dock. She had returned here after an unsuccessful day trying to find help. She had approached her husband's estate hoping to see a friendly, discreet face, but no one had come or gone except for the Remarian ambassador and his party.

She could see the duke's guards posted at the door, be she didn't dare get close enough for any of them to identify her. She didn't want to cause an incident that could ruin the negotiations and she wasn't sure what the repercussions would be for her presence in the city. She doubted they would execute her but she was certain it would ruin any chance of a treaty. If the guards saw her, she wasn't sure they would be able to keep quiet about her being there.

She shivered. It was cold, especially naked. One thing she was thankful for was the lack of people. At home in Genoise, buildings like the one she was in would become occupied with the homeless until they were torn down. There were no homeless in Remar as far as she could see. In Remar, a smart man put his slave to work for him, and a smarter man didn't need to work at all.

The city was full of free labor and they put it to good use in their houses, fields, and brothels. Remar had become a destination city for wealthy men and sailing merchants. It disturbed her when she realized that a lot of the men spending coin in this city would have been making visits to hers in years past. The brothels alone were enough to draw men like bees to honey. There was no way outlawing prostitution in Genoise was a wise idea. Remar was proving that.

But they couldn't allow slavery either. The men of Remar had turned their women into something less than human, and Careena believed that no one had the right to do that to another person. Everyone has the right to decide for themselves what they want to make of their life, whether that is as a prostitute, a merchant, or a farmer.

She also noticed that the men of this city had grown complacent about certain things. In Genoise she would never have gotten away, but the guards here were so poorly trained and out of shape it was relatively easy. They had a hard time chasing her down, even though she had been in the body of an old, overweight man, and they didn't call for aid. They relied so much on their slaves to do the work that they had forgotten what hard work was. She sat up with a start as she realized why her husband specifically had been asked to come to Remar.

She slowly lowered herself back down and shivered in the cold night. She wished she had a blanket. Despite the warm days it grew cold at night and she was without a stitch of clothing. She would spend as much time as she could near the estate entrance in the morning. Now she had information she needed to share with them as well as needing their help.

***

Kalas woke up the same way he had the morning before; feeling the sensations of a warm, wet mouth sucking on his cock and balls. He blearily opened his eyes and looked down at Lina who was cleaning the remnants from their past night's session from his growing organ. The young slave seemed to delight in this work and went about it enthusiastically. He was glad that she was happy.

He no longer had any guilt about using her body. He was in Remar, and was following their customs as they would be expected to follow the customs of his people if they visited the Trikingdom. He was a little concerned about what he was going to do with her once they returned to Genoise. He supposed he ought to let his wife try to "rehabilitate" the slave to free her from her need to please her Master. For now he would treat her as the Remarians treated all of their slaves.

He placed a hand on her plush bottom to let her know that he was awake. She attacked his cock with renewed vigor, hoping to get a load of his cum before he needed to be out of bed. He felt the cheeks of her bottom slide against each other as she worked and he dipped a finger between the two fleshy mounds. He ran his finger lightly along the crevice between them until it encountered the rubbery hole of her anus. He pressed against it, feeling the elasticity of her back passage. He had yet to take Lina there and promised himself that he would do it that night when he had time to do it properly.

She pressed her ass back against his finger, encouraging him to push it into her hole. He did and was surprised at how easily the tip passed through her sphincter. But then her anus clamped down around the digit and it was held fast. It was like his finger was held in a vice and he had no doubt that if she wanted she could hold him there indefinitely if she wanted. The image of having to follow her around all day with his finger stuck in her ass flashed through his head, but he knew she was just demonstrating the control she had over that particular orifice.

As if to emphasize her point she began sucking hard on his cock as if trying to squeeze the cum out of it. If she kept it up she was going to get her wish. Kalas was gasping in pleasure as she sucked harder and harder as her mouth went up the length of his cock, and then the pressure was released as her mouth quickly descended. Each time she came down, her lips touched his stomach and balls, and the end of his cock sank down her throat. She never gagged once and he was amazed that she could have enough concentration to do such a complicated task while she still held his finger tight with her sphincter.

The end result, of course, was that the duke's cock discharged it's load down the young slave's throat like a rocket. She stopped moving and sucked harder as his organ pulsed in her mouth as if she were sucking a thick drink through a straw. As his orgasm subsided she ran her tongue along the underside of the sensitive head to clean any last remnants of cum, causing the duke to shiver at the sensation. Finally, she released both cock and finger simultaneously and smiled at her Master.

"Did you enjoy that Master?" she asked. Since Kalas had started treating her like a real slave she had grown comfortable enough with him to know when it was all right to start a conversation.

"Yes, of course," he sighed, "but tonight I'd like to try it in reverse, with my finger in your mouth and my cock in your ass."

Lina shivered at his words and Kalas had the distinct impression that she was having her own orgasm at the thought. "That would be wonderful Master," she managed to gasp, and then Kalas was certain she was cumming. She truly seemed to derive pleasure from pleasing him.

After he was dressed he went in search of Cilas Grantham to discover what was on their agenda for the day, but the squirrely man seemed to be out. Kalas scowled and wondered where the man was always running off to. After the questioning last night about the trader who had been a passenger on the same ship as them he would have preferred if they all remained in the estate for the rest of their stay, but he knew that was impractical. He would have a talk with Cilas when he returned to make sure he was staying out of trouble.

***

Careena shadowed Cilas from a distance trying to look as if she were headed in a specific direction. She had almost jumped for joy when the steward had emerged from the estate. She had to resist the urge to rush up to him. He headed towards the docks and the brothels and she felt it would be better to approach him there. It might seem like she were offering him her services which would garner little attention in that quarter of the city.

Cilas seemed to meander a bit though and it took him a while to reach the brothels. He slowed down and perused the women on display, which allowed Careena to circle around him and approach him from the front. He was busy ogling several young slaves and didn't notice her until she was a foot away from him.

"My La....goodness!" he exclaimed, almost shouting. At least he had enough presence of mind to correct himself before he gave her away.

She quickly closed the gap between him and tried to look seductive as she whispered in his ear. "Please stay calm Cilas, and lead me toward the merchant quarter by the arm. There's an inn I know there where we can get a room and talk in private."

He took her arm in his hand. "Come along slave," he said, trying to sound annoyed. The duchess was actually proud of the man and his ability to improvise under what must be startling conditions for him.

She was able to direct him to the inn where she had rented the room while posing as the old merchant. The innkeeper was a little leery about renting to another foreigner since the city guard had turned one of his rooms inside out because of the last one, but Cilas offered him more gold for the room.

"I'll let you have a discount if you let me spend a couple hours with your lovely slave," the innkeeper said as Cilas forked over the gold.

Cilas scowled and told the man to keep his hands off and stomped up to the room pushing the duchess in front of him. Once up in the room she tore the sheet from the bed and wrapped it around herself, thankful to cover her nakedness at last.

Cilas paced back and forth across the room as she took a seat on a corner of the bed. If she didn't know it was him she wouldn't have recognized him. Gone was the jittery man who could barely look her in the eye. In front of her stood a confident man who seemed more than a little annoyed at her presence. The stark change confused and scared her.

"Before you lecture me on how many laws I've broken, and the damage I could do to the negotiations, let me explain how this happened," she said.

Cilas looked at her and nodded and she told him the whole tale, leaving nothing out. He paced back and forth the entire time forcing her to turn her head to follow him. He seemed so lost in thought that she suspected he might not be paying her his full attention, but when her tale ended he turned and faced her.

"Well, that answers the question of the missing merchant," he said thoughtfully rubbing his chin. "I thought he might be a spy or agent since his disappearance seemed so complete."

"Do you know what happened to my slave, Zella?" she asked fretfully.

"They're holding her in custody until they can arrange an execution. I believe they're waiting for the Duke to leave," he said offhandedly.

"We must save her!" the duchess cried.

"Our first priority is to get you out of the city, My Lady. Saving a slave is secondary," he informed her. She was about to protest but Cilas cut her off. "Which do you think is worse duchess: a long life of slavery, or a quick, painless death?"

Careena didn't relish the thought of either one, but she got his point. Zella was no worse off than she would have been had someone else bought her. But still, she felt responsible for the young slave's life.

Cilas stood rubbing his chin for several moments before he suddenly got a determined look on his face. "I have a few ideas, but I must go. Your husband, the duke, will be looking for me soon and there are a few items I will need to procure. Stay in the room and get some rest, and don't open the door for anyone."

Careena watched the wiry man leave before she could say anything more. He seemed to pause at the door and she watched in amazement as he resumed the posture and air of the Cilas Grantham she knew before the door closed. She curled up on the bed and promised herself she would just close her eyes for a moment, but exhaustion overwhelmed her and she was soon fast asleep.

***

When Careena woke it was dark and everything was quiet. She searched for whatever it was that had caused her to come awake and she sensed movement by the door. She sat bolt upright and was prepared to start screaming but Cilas's voice reassured her. "It's me, Cilas Grantham, My Lady."

She relaxed instantly and Cilas lit a candle so that they could see. Even in the dim light she could tell that it was the more assured Cilas she was facing. He rolled out a collection of things from a bundle on the table. "I have been able to come up with two options," he began. "Both of them have their drawbacks. One of them will impact you greatly, My Lady, while the other could impact us all."

He paused and looked at her to make sure she was paying attention. "The first option is for me to march you up to the estate and present you to the duke as a slave. I would, of course, tell him and everyone in our party first so that no one is surprised by your arrival. The problem is that there are Remarian guards in the estate as well as our own, and one mistaken word could have us all set for execution."

"It would also ruin the negotiations," the duchess replied. "I will not risk the lives of so many, and the interests of our kingdom. What is the other alternative?"

"To fabricate your sale to a wealthy man in the Trikingdoms," he replied. "You would be taken by a trading vessel on its route from here to Coderra. The ship would have you there long before the rest of us even left."

"That sounds like a good plan," she said, but Cilas was shaking his head.




The Trikingdom Ch. 07



"It has one major flaw, duchess. In order to ensure delivery, the captains of trading vessels own all their cargo, and as a slave you would be considered cargo. For the duration of the voyage you would be the property of the ship's captain," he said soberly.

Careena fully understood the weight of that statement. "Why can't I just book passage on a larger vessel, like we did sailing here?" she asked.

"You would never reach your destination as a slave," he explained. "Without an escort the captain would sell you to the highest bidder at the first port he reached and just say that you died during the voyage, and nothing else about the experience would change. Without anyone to stop him, the captain would treat you as his own personal slave until he sold you."

"But if he has money to lose..." she began.

"He'll deliver you to the buyer," Cilas finished. "Especially if that buyer is willing to pay a high price."

Careena thought long and hard, and was tempted to tell Cilas that she would go with the first option. But she chided herself and considered that option selfish. She got herself into this situation so she should be the one to have to pay the price to get herself out of it.

"I will do what I need to," she said solemnly. "I will take the trading ship. What's our first move?"

Cilas nodded his approval. "The first thing we need to do is put a false slave number on your foot, so that you'll fool the ship's captain."

When he said this she was alarmed that he was going to brand her foot with a hot poker but was confused when he pulled out numbers printed on parchment.

"The used to brand the numbers on," he said, "but that lead to many complications so they devised this magic paper transfer."

Careena almost burst out laughing but managed to hold it in while Cilas spread out the numbers. "I memorized the number of the slave the duke was given and decided that was as good a number to use as any."

"Where did you get all of this?" she asked.

"I picked it up," was all he replied.

"You work for Prince Loqui, don't you?" she suddenly asked.

"Yes," he replied without looking at her.

"You spy on me and my husband for him," she stated, her cheeks growing red with anger.

"I am no spy, duchess," he replied quietly. He raised his eyes to hers and she could see that the man was telling the truth, and suddenly she was a little afraid.

"Assassin?" she whispered.

Cilas didn't speak, but averted his eyes again and she knew she had discovered the truth. "I was sent to Genoise to make sure things never got out of hand. I never had to intervene, but the prince and his father were worried that a new guild of thieves and killers might evolve in the city. Then you and the duke arrived and started to clean Genoise of crime. I've actually been expecting to be called away on a new assignment but haven't received one yet. Trust me, duchess; I am not in Genoise because of you or your husband."

"Why expose yourself to help me?" she asked. "Wouldn't it be easier for you if I just 'disappeared'?"

"Perhaps," he said as he started to apply the first number, "but it would be worse for Genoise. The prince wants you and the duke to continue what you're doing in Genoise. Not only are you removing the criminal element, but if you can make it a vacation spot for the wealthy and powerful again it will make his job easier."

"Because they would all gather to make deals in one spot," she guessed, "and his spies could observe to their heart's content."

Cilas nodded. He finished applying the rest of the numbers to her foot and Careena felt a slight tingle. "There, that should be it," he said.

She bent her leg to look at the number. It looked just like Zella's had. She almost cried when she thought about the consequences the slave was going to have to face because of her actions.

"I've been informed that there's a ship leaving tomorrow with a captain who has enough gold to purchase you. Because of your attractiveness you demand a steep price duchess," Cilas said.

"How did you get your information?" she asked curiously.

"Someone on the ship works for Prince Loqui. I'm not sure who, but I was assured that you would be safe and that the spy has been instructed to intervene if you're ever in any danger. Otherwise he will never reveal himself or make contact with you," Cilas informed her.

Careena nodded in understanding. Everything seemed so surreal, especially when she thought about what she would need to do, but she was grateful she would be heading home. Tears started forming in her eyes when she realized that for several weeks she would have to behave like the property of some strange man, and submit to his every whim and desire.

"I'm sorry duchess, but I can think of no other way to get you home," he said when he saw her tears. "There is one silver lining with this plan. With the proceeds from your sail I will be able to buy your slave Zella. I already spoke with the authorities and they agreed to sell her to me. They really don't want to destroy her, and as long as she's leaving the city they don't care."

The news did pick up the duchess's spirits. It was easier to tell herself that she was doing this to save a life other than her own. She could subjugate herself in exchange for Zella.

"Thank you Cilas," she said. "I want to rehabilitate her once we're all home."

Cilas shook his head. "No duchess, I would like to keep her for myself. I promise I will not treat her as a slave and that she will be free to make her own choices, but I want to teach her."

Careena was worried what Cilas would be teaching her, but the slave's freedom was the most important thing.

"Besides," he said, "you will have your hands full with the slave the Remarians gave your husband. He has already said that you will be allowed to rehabilitate her back in Genoise."

"The Remarians gave Kalas a slave?" she asked.

"Yes, my Lady," he replied smiling. "The duke was very confused at first and didn't know what to do with her, but I straightened him out."

Careena didn't respond but wondered what advice the man had given her husband. Despite sleeping away most of the day she was still tired and a yawn suddenly escaped her mouth.

"Sleep, my Lady, while I forge the sale documents. We have a meeting with the ship's captain in the morning, and I'll wake you when it's time to go."

She nodded and thanked him and returned to the bed. She was so anxious about what would happen to her on the ship however, that she couldn't fall asleep and ended up watching Cilas as he worked on the forgery.

"How do you do it, Cilas?" she asked.

"Do what, my lady?"

"While I was a man I could barely function when I was in a state of arousal, yet my nudity and the nudity of the other slaves in the streets seemed to not bother you. How do men remain focused when confronted with so much sexuality?"

Cilas put down his writing instrument and thought for a moment. "I would not say that we do it easily, my Lady, but our adolescence helps us learn to focus our mind on the most important task at hand. Boys in their teen years learn to cope with those problems. Think about how aggressive young boys can be; it's really just them trying to express their sexual frustration."

"So you can sit there, unaffected by my state of nudity?" she asked.

"No, it is not so easy, my Lady. I am frustrated knowing that your lying there in the nude, and I am even more frustrated knowing there is nothing I can do about it," he said banging his fist on the table. "When you become a man you just learn to deal with it," he said more quietly.

"I think I understand," she said, "but the distraction is always there, correct? Like a fly buzzing around your head."

"Yes," he agreed. "Knowing that you can squash the fly when your task is done helps."

"But in this case, you can't squash the fly," she remarked.

"Don't worry about me, my Lady. I'll be able to take care of my 'problem'," he assured her.

"Not with Zella?" she said aghast.

"No, certainly not," he replied. "I will never force her, not after what she's been through. I give you my word that she will not be treated as a slave. But I will have sufficient funds after selling you to purchase Zella and visit the brothels as many times as I wish before I leave."

Careena shook her head. "I can't believe you stoop to that level."

"It's the easiest way for me, my Lady," he replied with a shrug. "It would be difficult to lie to someone I love about my true nature. It is easier to pay someone who needs no explanations than risk exposing myself."

The duchess let Cilas finish his task in silence. When he was finally done he folded the documents and left them on the table. "I must return to the estate so I may be there when the Duke wakes in the morning," he told her. "I will return in plenty of time to take you to the rendezvous with the ship's captain."

As he was about to open the door Careena sat up suddenly. "Thank you Cilas for helping me, and for not trying to take advantage of my situation," she said sincerely. "I will not forget your kindness."

Cilas bowed his head in acknowledgement and slipped quietly out the door.

***

Late the next morning, Careena found herself being escorted down to the docks by Cilas. He had arrived at the room about an hour earlier to make sure she understood how to behave on board ship so that her ruse would not be discovered. He also told her all the information he had about the ship's captain. 

The ship was called the Naerwal and the captain's name was Diedmon. Diedmon and his crew carried cargo up and down the coast. Cilas had assured her that he was as honest as they were apt to find but like all independent merchant captains he wasn't above smuggling goods. He also explained that they were lucky to find him because many refused to ferry slaves on their runs. Fights over slaves were known to occur, and on board a ship the results could be disastrous. The ships that took on slaves were usually captained by very stern men who ran their ships with an iron fist.

Careena was surprised when Cilas whispered, "There he is," and indicated a cheerful looking man. He was older, with short grey hair and a round welcoming face that matched his round belly. His cheeks were touched with red as if he had been laughing, and his mouth seemed perpetually upturned with a smile. He had faint wrinkles around his eyes and forehead, but Careena suspected he was older than he appeared.

"Captain Diedmon," Cilas said in greeting extending his hand.

Diedmon ignored Cilas's attempt at a handshake and eyed Careena up and down. "I was going to tell you that the price was too high, but now that I lay eyes on her I see that it's fair," Diedmon said in way of greeting. His voice was low and gravelly. "Nice piece of flesh," he said as he reached a calloused hand out and roughly fondled one of her breasts. Careena resisted the urge to back away and slap his hand, and managed to keep a smile on her face.

"Yes, like I explained the price is set," Cilas said. "You will be paid when you reach Coderra."

"The buyer understands how this works, right?" the captain said. "I don't want there to be any misunderstandings," he continued as his hand went between her legs and a thick finger was thrust into her opening. "Because I'm putting good money down for this fuck hole and I intend to treat it as my property while it's on board my ship." The finger was removed from her vagina and rudely thrust into her anus. Careena almost jumped at the assault, but forced herself to relax and let the man explore.

"Yes, he understands," Cilas said, his face turning red as he was forced to watch the assault of his duchess. "But he does expect her to be delivered in good condition."

"She won't be harmed," the captain replied, "but she may be a little fucked out when she gets there." The captain reached into his shirt and pulled out a small bag of coins. "You have a deal. I've never paid this much for a slave before."

Cilas took the bag and quickly counted the coins. "Here's the bill of sale, and a letter for the dock master in Coderra. Just present him with these and he'll fetch the buyer."

Careena watched as the captain and Cilas shook hands and marveled that a person could be sold that easily. "Follow me slut," the captain said as he turned and started walking towards the ships. She quickly followed and had to force herself not to turn and look back at Cilas.

"I'm not one of those sentimental types that has to name every slave they own," the captain said as they walked. "I'll call you slave, slut, whore, or whatever comes to my mind. It's your job to know when I'm addressing you. You belong to me now, remember that. You do what I say, when I say."

They reached the plank leading to a ship and Careena spotted the name 'Naerwal' on the bow. A man stood on the dock writing down everything that was being loaded onto the vessel. He looked up as they approached and whistled.

"You bought her cap'n," the man said.

"Yeah Kieran, I bought her. Put her down as cargo," Diedmon told him. "Remind the crew of the rules concerning slaves on board my ship. I don't want another incident like last time."

The captain led her aboard where she got a lot of stares from the rest of the crew. She tried to appear as natural as she could as she walked among them. She followed him below deck to his quarters. A young man was inside tidying the cramped room.

"Sorry Jaco, you're out, she's in for this trip," the captain said to the man. "You're gonna have to sleep in the crew quarters." The young man looked crestfallen, but began to gather a few things which Careena supposed belonged to him and then walked to the door.

"I'm sure you won't be bothered too much. Those that have the coin will probably opt to pay for this cunt," the captain said to Jaco. Jaco didn't respond and just quietly left.

"He's a good lad," the captain remarked, "and I hope they don't go too hard on him. It's not easy being the youngest among a crew like this. His ass will probably be as sore as yours by the time we reach Coderra, but he never complains when I'm prodding his backside."

Captain Diedmon waved his beefy hand around the room. "You will be responsible for making sure this room is clean. My punishment for Jaco if he failed in this duty was ten lashes, but since I can't leave any scars on you I'll have to use my hand," the captain said. Looking at the size of his hand and arm Careena had no doubt that it would still hurt. "You fuck who, when, and where I tell ya," he continued. "Some of the crew may try and trick you by saying they paid for servicing, but you fuck only if I say, understand?"

"Yes Master," Careena said quickly.

The captain nodded. "Last time I had one of yer kind on board, one of the lads tricked her into to giving him a poke. Had to throw the man overboard to give the others a lesson," he said nonchalantly. Careena was getting the impression that despite his appearance and jovial manner that Captain Diedmon was indeed a very hard, stern man and someone who she didn't want to cross.

The captain sighed heavily and plopped his bulk down onto the narrow bed. "You'll sleep here with me unless I tell ya different. Other than the time you need to clean or fuck you can do what you want and go where you want on the ship, but if I call for you, you better come quick."

"I understand Master," she assured him with a smile.

"Good," the captain said undoing his trousers. "I visited a brothel this morning but you'll find that I'm a randy old goat and need my nuts drained often. Now get over her cunt and put your mouth on my cock."

Careena moved over to him without hesitation. That was one of the things Cilas had warned her of earlier that morning. When the captain gave her an order, she needed to react and obey immediately or he might suspect something. She didn't let her eyes focus on his cock as she kneeled in front of him. She put her head in his crotch and took the stiffening member in her mouth.

She hadn't been sure what to expect, but was pleased that the man at least smelled clean. She supposed that he had bathed while his ship was docked. His belly was so bulky that she had to use one hand to hold the excess flesh out of the way so that she could move her head up and down. He did nothing to assist her in her task, just leaned back and enjoyed the sensation.

"That's good lass," he moaned as she suctioned his cock with her mouth. He was much smaller than her husband so she was able to easily take him all the way in her mouth until her top lip touched his pubes and her bottom lip touched his hairy scrotum. "Much better than Jaco," the captain muttered.

She continued to work her mouth up and down and all over his cock, slavering like she enjoyed it. It was all an act for her; she didn't find anything about this man compelling or attractive and she was not sexually stimulated at all. Still, it could have been worse and she had known this would be the price she would have to pay to get home quickly and quietly.

She thought the captain was going to let her get him off with her mouth because he kept her at it for what seemed like forever. Despite his smaller size her jaw was getting sore and her arm was getting tired from holding his belly back. Then there was a knock on the door, and she recognized the voice of the man called Kieran tell the captain they were ready to shove off.

"Give the order then, Kieran. I'll be a few more minutes," the captain yelled back through the door.

The captain grabbed her hair in a beefy hand and pulled her head off his member. "Gonna have to speed this up lass, I need to get on deck," he said. Despite his age the captain easily lifted her off the ground and threw down on her back on the bed. There was no malice in his actions; he was just treating her like an object.

Careena spread her legs wide for him, and Captain Diedmon fell between them without pulling his trousers down any further. His stiff cock found its mark and was soon forging its way up her channel. She was grateful that he wasn't large because she was hardly wet at all. She made noises to feign excitement as he began rutting over her.

The captain didn't try to keep his weight off her at all; he just lay full on her while he ground his crotch against hers. She felt as if she was suffocating underneath him, but she tried to squeeze her cunt muscles like Zella had done to her. He must have liked what she was doing because he was moaning and groaning in pleasure the entire time.

She managed to get her arms around his wide frame and caressed his back and ass as best she could. He was still clothed so it felt a little awkward but she didn't want to just lie there like a dead fish. Despite his flab, she could tell that there were strong muscles underneath and he was pounding into her hard.

Soon enough his eyes closed tight and he threw his head back with a series of loud gasps as she felt jets of cum spurt into her womb. When the spurting stopped the captain sagged onto her for a moment and as his cock went flaccid it slipped out of her. She immediately contracted her muscles to hold the cum in so that it wouldn't make a mess.

After a moment's rest, Captain Diedmon hauled himself off of her. "You've got some good pussy, slut. Best I've had in a long time," he told her. "I might have to charge the boys extra to fuck ya." He redid his trousers and looked around. "Jaco cleaned up pretty good so it looks like you got some time to yourself," he commented as he made for the door. "If you head up on deck, make sure you don't fall overboard."

Then he was gone, and Careena allowed herself to relax a little. She found the chamber pot and squatting down, released the captain's seed into it. She had survived her first encounter with the captain and it hadn't been that bad. She was beginning to think her time on board would be a small price to pay considering what would have happened had she been caught in Remar.




The Trikingdom Ch. 07



***

Careena leaned against the ship's rail gazing out at sea while infrequent drops of the captain's cum splattered on deck from her well used pussy. The captain hadn't lied; he was an incredibly horny man and required her to service him several times a day. She had only been aboard for two days and she had already lost count of the amount of loads Diedmon had filled her with.

He was a heavy cummer too. She would squat over the chamber pot after each time and let as much as she could drain out each time, but she would always leak cum for about an hour afterwards. She would head up on deck to let it drain out; she didn't want to make a mess in the captain's cabin. Just when she thought it was all out the captain would be yelling for her again. She never got any enjoyment out of it, but it could be much worse. Diedmon was neither rough or cruel to her and hadn't found any fault with her behavior yet.

He hadn't used her ass either. She heard him commenting to one of the other sailors that he could get ass from Jaco if he wanted it and that while pussy was available to him he was going to use it. She was thankful for that.

None of the other men had enough coin to use her yet, but she knew some of them would when they made their next stop. Some of them were constantly talking about what they were going to do to her once they could afford the captain's price. They talked about her as if she weren't there, and treated her as the Remarians treated their slaves. Jaco was the only one who treated her anywhere close to a human being. He at least spoke to her and asked if she was all right or needed anything.

She suspected he treated her differently because he felt they were in similar situations. He was young, maybe a year or two older than her, and the other men treated him only slightly better than they treated her. The first night, after the captain had finished filling her with his cum, she had left the cabin to go for a walk on deck but stopped when she heard some commotion coming from the crew's quarters. Apparently some of the men decided they couldn't wait until they got more coin and were using Jaco to sate their urges.

She felt sorry for him and wished she could help, especially when she saw the tears in his eyes as he was being sodomized. She couldn't watch and went up on deck nearly crying herself. The trouble was she understood the burning need those sailors had for release, and she wasn't sure that had she been one of them she would have treated Jaco any different.

Her recent experience as a man gave her a different outlook on their behavior. She knew how uncontrollable she had been when aroused, so she didn't begrudge the captain's use of her. And she couldn't condemn the other sailors for their actions with Jaco, or what they wanted to do with her. She made a decision right then to never intentionally arouse a man without taking care of him afterwards. She also decided to do her best to drain any of the sailors who came up with the coin so they'd leave Jaco alone.

After making those decisions it felt as if a big weight had been lifted off her. She didn't need to fear or dread sex with the captain and the others; she could relax and enjoy it if she wanted to, especially if it served a purpose. The reason the captain didn't excite her wasn't because she didn't like sex, it was because he was unimaginative and far too quick. The captain certainly was after quantity and not quality. She was actually looking forward to something different and a little more dangerous. Hearing the sailors talk about her actually started to make her horny.

That was one of the reasons she was standing at the railing now, letting the captains cum fall indiscreetly on the deck. Whenever she went up there during the day, all eyes were on her and she figured the more they witnessed her wanton display, the more they would become fixated on her and leave Jaco alone. She definitely had the sailors' attention and they weren't shy about expressing their appreciation of her display. She smiled invitingly at them, letting them know that she was looking forward to fucking them when they could afford it. She realized that she was actually looking forward to it and that scared her. She wondered if she were being possessed again, but dismissed it quickly. This desire originated in her.

Her thoughts were interrupted by a touch on her hip. She had been so consumed with her thoughts that she hadn't heard the captain approach. The sailors weren't the only ones who had noticed her display. She was about to stand up straight to follow the captain back to his cabin, but he pressed a firm hand on her back to keep her bent over the railing.

His hard cock pressed against the lips of her pussy, and Careena realized she had missed more than just his approach. His member slipped easily into her cunt that was still slick with the last load he had placed in there. It occurred to her that he was early for his usual schedule and she marveled at the older man's recuperative powers. For the first time she fully understood the control she had over him, or any other man that desired her. Despite the fact that he treated her like a slave, she could manipulate him in a way that he couldn't and didn't want to resist.

She wasn't sure if it was because she was already horny, the realization of her power over him, or the fact that they had an audience, but for the first time she was actually enjoying what Captain Diedmon was doing. She turned around and looked at him and almost laughed. The sight of the large, gray haired man pounding away at her young, firm body struck her comical. The captain never met her gaze; his eyes were glued to the spot where his hard penis was penetrating her body.

She turned her head back around and watched the waves undulate under the hull of the ship. The captain's thrusts into her seemed to coincide with the up and down movement of the ship as it rode over each wave. She pushed her hips back to meet him each time and concentrated on achieving her own much desired orgasm.

The sailors were yelling at their captain, encouraging him to fuck her harder. He seemed to gain strength from their words and his cock and belly banged against her faster and with greater force. She could hear him grunting behind her with the exertion. She reveled in the greater pleasure his newfound strength afforded her.

Careena was grateful that Diedmon seemed to be lasting longer than normal. Her hands gripped the rail so that she could push back against him harder. Her fingers were becoming numb and her knuckles were turning white. Her entire body was tense with her approaching orgasm. She just needed the captain to keep going a little bit longer.

She was rewarded a few seconds later with one of the most intense orgasms she had ever had in her life. Her eyes blurred and her whole body shook. Her knees started to buckle and she almost lost her balance and collapsed on deck. The captain never missed a stroke and kept thrusting, and just as she was coming down from her wonderful climax he was gasping on her back filling her with another one of his thick loads of cum.

Through the pounding in her ears she heard applause from the watching sailors. As she recovered she felt like taking a bow, but knew that would not fit in with her slave persona. The captain slowly backed away and as his limp penis slipped out of her a stream of cum poured out of her vagina. She didn't try to stop it and let it splash all over the deck.

The captain was still breathing hard and leaned heavily against the railing next to her. "That was one of the best fucks I've ever had lass," he breathed. "I wish I could afford to keep ya."

A few days before she would have been offended by his words, but now she heard the sincerity in them and felt touched. She had no desire to stay with the man, but nonetheless his words were flattering.

"Thank you Master," she replied panting herself.

The captain quietly walked away after he recovered, but Careena remained there. The sailors were staring even harder at her, if that were at all possible, and she decided that the rest of the voyage would certainly be interesting.



The Trikingdom Ch. 08



Duchess Careena Galin reclined on a soft feather bed with clean sheets for the first time in three days. The sweaty man grunting on top of her wasn't allowing her any sleep though. Not that she was complaining. Her legs were wrapped around the man's hips and she lifted her pelvis to meet each of his thrusts and whispered exhortations in his ear to fuck her harder.

The man was a merchant; she couldn't remember his name and didn't care. Her services had been offered to him for an hour in exchange for an inflated price on goods Captain Diedmon was selling and the promise of a future deal on the captain's return north. The merchant was risking little; he could pass the cost on to his customers. His wife and children were off visiting relatives so he had jumped at the chance and brought her back to his own home.

This was actually the third time her services had been part of a deal that day. The first two had only warranted a few minutes time with her and the men had simply bent her over in the backrooms of their stores and fucked her quickly. Both were too fast to get her off and she had been extra horny when this third man had given the captain a deal good enough for an hour. By the time they had reached his home she thought she would go mad with desire.

She was so close now, to reaching that ultimate enjoyment as the merchant pounded away at her burning cunt. "Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me!" she chanted over and over into the man's ear with quiet intensity. She needed him to last a bit longer and she would be there. Her nails bit into his skin as she held him close.

He wasn't the best lover she'd ever had, that distinction belonged to her husband, but he was adequate to the task and moments later she was clawing the man's back as she exploded in orgasm. He ceased moving while she came, enjoying the sensation of the convulsing cunt along the length of his rod. It took a few moments for her to come down, but as soon as her body stilled, except for her exhausted panting, the man resumed hunching his loins against hers.

Her clit was very sensitive, and it was almost painful as his cock raked against it, but she thought she might have another before his hour was up. The man started pummeling in harder and his cock was making a wet slurping noise as it pistoned in and out. She could feel the moisture from her orgasm trickling between her butt cheeks as he fucked her. She knew he probably wasn't getting much friction from her now sloppy cunt.

She tightened her cunt muscles as he pounded into her and was rewarded with gasps and groans from the man on top of her. She was pleased to find it added to her enjoyment too. "Oh gods!" the man cried. "You're the best...the best fuck...I've ever had." He tensed up and jerked as she felt his cock pulse and spew its contents into her. The expression of ecstasy on the man's face was enough to push her over the edge again too.

There was still some time left, so after they both calmed down the man suggested they bathe together. Having been nearly a week since she had her last one, and considering all the sex she'd had since then, she readily agreed. While they were in the bath he washed her body, reveling in the softness of her skin.

Careena had to keep herself from laughing while the merchant praised her, and told her he was going Captain Diedmon a large sum of money to buy her. He said he wished to keep her and that he would leave his wife and children and marry her. She had no doubt the merchant was being serious, but looking around his home and from what she had seen of his business, she knew he didn't have anywhere near the amount the captain was going to receive from whoever was retrieving her in Coderra. She didn't was to hurt his feelings so she merely nodded and smiled when as he spoke.

Soon he was escorting her back through town to the captain. She was a wearing a makeshift outfit the captain had given her when they arrived at port so that she could walk through the city. It was a heavy sheet that had a hole for her head cut in the middle of it that was draped over her and tied at the waist to hold it in place.

He did make the captain a sincere offer, but the captain laughed in his face and said he wouldn't break the contract he already had for ten times that amount. Dejected, but understanding the merchant left and never glanced back. Careena felt sorry for him but told herself that he was better off staying with his wife and raising his children.

"I didn't do as well as when you were with me lass, but I've finished selling all that I wanted and bought a fair amount too," the captain told her after the merchant left. "Thanks to you, this was my most profitable visit to this blasted port ever!" 

Captain Diedmon was in a good mood, even while he was paying the sailors their wages which usually made him scowl. He had made a lot of extra money and it had cost him nothing. He also suspected he would be getting a lot of the wages back from the crew for the use of his slave.

Careena noticed several of the sailors whispering to one another after they had received their pay. A few glances were thrown her direction and a shiver of excitement coursed down her spine because she knew they were discussing her. Finally Kieran, who she had learned was the first mate, had a discussion with the captain. She saw the captain shake his head negatively a couple times and Kieran appeared to be reassuring him. Finally some sort of agreement was struck and the captain came stalking over to her.

"The lads are smarter than I give them credit for," he muttered. "They've pooled their money and paid for your services for the entire night. I hadn't expected that." He shook his head smiling. "I should have set the price per fuck, not per hour. I've made them promise not to hurt you; no hitting, scratching, or biting. I'm not sure what you're in for, but these boys can get some crazy ideas. If anyone hurts or damages you in any way that could affect the price your buyer is willing to pay, you come running to me, understand?"

"I understand, Master," she responded with a slight bow. Her stomach was crawling with nervous excitement.

"Come on," he commanded, "I want to get a fuck before these jackals get hold of ya." She was walking in front of him as they headed for his cabin and he had an excellent view of her plush bottom. He had earlier decided he didn't want to take her there because he'd had enough ass from Jaco, but as he watched the twin globes slide against each other as she walked he changed his mind. His sailors would probably fuck her ass that night and he was determined to have it first.

Once in his room he had her get on her knees and fished out his cock. "Better get it nice and wet lass, because it's going up your ass," he told her.

Careena shivered at the captain's words. She enjoyed anal sex when she was in the mood, but knew that the sailors would take her there whether she was ready for it or not. The captain's cock could help open the way for what was to come later, as well as give her a pleasurable experience.

She leaned forward and took Captain Diedmon's cock into her mouth. She wanted to get his cock nice and wet, but not excite him too much. She wanted a nice, long ass fuck before she was handed over to the sailors for their pleasure.

She worked as much saliva up and down the captain's length as she could without exerting too much suction. He still seemed to enjoy it and was groaning the entire time she licked and sucked his member. Saliva was dripping down his cock to his balls and even Careena was surprised at the amount she had covering it.

"Turn around," he ordered her, pulling his cock from her mouth. "Bend over the bed," he commanded.

Careena bent over the bed so that her chest was resting on it with her feet on the floor. With both hands she reached back and spread her ass cheeks apart for him. She tried to relax the muscles in her backside as much as possible and her anus opened a little under the captain's gaze.

"How considerate of you slut," he said as he positioned his cock. "I've always liked you Remarian slaves. You're always so accommodating." He slowly pressed his full weight forward. The head of his saliva coated cock easily slipped past her sphincter with a slight pop. He kept the pressure up until inch by inch his entire cock was buried inside her and his flabby, oversized belly rested against her bottom.

"I should have done this days ago," he muttered as he rested his weight on her backside. "Your ass is much better than Jaco's." He slowly pulled his cock out and then slowly pushed it back in, reveling in the tightness of her sphincter.

Careena kept her hands on her cheeks, keeping her ass open for him so that he could penetrate her as far as possible. She was grateful he was going slowly; it was more pleasurable that way and helped her get used to the intrusion. There was no pain; her husband's cock was sufficiently larger than his to have made sure of that. She groaned in pleasure every time his cock bottomed out inside her.

"Gods, you must really like it in the ass," he gasped as he felt her push back against him.

"Yes Master, fuck my ass," she groaned. "I love cocks up my ass."

The captain resisted the urge to go faster and kept a slow, steady pace. It was excruciatingly pleasurable this way and he wanted to make it last as long as possible. He kept his eyes on his cock as it plowed in and out of her tight anus. The normally wrinkled hole was stretched tight around his invading member smoothing out all the folds.

"I wish I could keep you slut," he said. "It's too bad I gotta sell you...so much better than Jaco."

He kept that maddeningly slow pace for as long as he good but soon found himself picking up speed. Her ass was so tight but at the same time accommodating. He gradually forgot about going slow and was plunging his hard rod in and out at a maddening pace.

Careena pushed back with each thrust of his cock. Her orgasm was building and felt like it was going to explode out of her cunt. "Fuck me! Fuck meeeeeee!" she cried as she came. Her sphincter gripped the captain's cock hard as her orgasm swept over her. He didn't stop or slow down even though it felt like her ass was going to tear the flesh from his penis.

A few seconds later Diedmon was bellowing as he emptied his sperm into her rectum. Careena could feel the warm sperm filling her colon as his cock pulsed and jerked inside her. When it finished spasming and finally went limp, the captain pulled it out of her tight hole with a little difficulty.

"Leave that cum in your ass," he told her, "so that my men know their captain was there first. You have about an hour before they get their crack at ya so you might as well get some rest."

"Yes Master, thank you," she said as she crawled up on the bed for a nap. She stayed on her stomach so the captain's cum wouldn't leak out and make a mess. It was going to be hard to keep it in. Already her body was trying to push it out. She tried not to think about it, hoping that the feeling would go away.

She managed to fall asleep despite the uncomfortable feeling of cum filling her ass and woke to find the captain shaking her. "Time to go, slut," he said without any malice. He led her two the crew sleeping quarters where just a few nights before she had witnessed some of the men violating Jaco.

The entire crew was gathered there, some eight men in all including Jaco, who had a hard time looking at her. She realized he was embarrassed. There were hoots and hollers as the captain brought her in but he quickly silenced them.

"Against my better judgment I have agreed to let you lot have use my slave all at once," the captain began. "This slave is worth a lot of money to me, so I need to remind you that you are to do nothing that will damage her value: no biting, scratching, clawing, or hitting. Kieran has vouched for her treatment, and I trust him so whatever he says goes. Anyone breaking the rules will take Jaco's place on the return trip."

His little speech finished he handed Careena over to Kieran. "Have a good time tonight boys," Diedmon said as he left the room. More cheers erupted from the men and Careena got a little frightened.

Kieran took her by the arm. "All right!" he yelled to quiet them. "We agreed to draw lots to see who goes first so we can all have someone on one time with this beauty. After that, anything goes!"

The berths were small and there were only six of them, so two of the mats were thrown into the center of the small room and she was directed to lay down on it. The men drew lots for their order and before she could even get into a comfortable position the first one had stripped down and was on the makeshift bed between her legs.

Careena had forgotten about the captain's cum in her ass and as the sailor nudged her legs apart with his knees he saw it slowly start to leak out. "Looks like the captain left us a present up this slut's ass," he commented. Some of the others peaked over his shoulder to take a look. "Gods, I love these Remarian slaves. Always so willing, always so ready to fuck," he muttered as he fisted his cock into her wet cunt.

He let his whole body fall on her as he hugged her close and pounded his dick in and out hard. There was no finesse to his technique, just the hard and fast fucking of a man who had gone a long time without a woman and needed to cum inside one badly. His friends rubbed their cocks as they watched, waiting their turn. Some yelled out encouragement while others simply looked on silently. They bent and looked between the legs of the two coupled on the bed to see his cock as it moved swiftly in and out of the beautiful woman.

The man didn't last long and after just a few minutes was shuddering in bliss on top of her. The next man pushed him out of the way and fell on her. His cock found her cum-filled hole easily and was soon pushing its way inside.

One after another they all took her in this fashion. None of them lasted long and none of the fucks were memorable except for the last to have his turn. Sweet, sensitive Jaco drew the last lot, and by the time it was his turn Careena felt like a sweaty, sticky mess. She smiled up at him and then her eyes widened in amazement as she caught site of his cock. It was as long as her husband's, and while not as thick, it had a severe curve in it that made her shiver.

The others jeered at him and asked him if he even knew what to do with a woman as he knelt beside her. He leaned down and kissed her on the mouth. None of the others had done that and for some reason it made her stomach tingle. The thoughtful young man had brought a warm, wet cloth and began washing her body all over. When he began to gently wipe her cunt, the duchess realized just how sore she was. Being taken by all these men was fun, but she had yet to have an orgasm and the hard pounding was a taking a toll on her body.

When Jaco was satisfied that she was clean he gently lowered himself on top of her. The others laughed and made crude kissing sounds. One of them made a joke about Jaco being in love with a fuck slave. She saw the hurt in his eyes at the comment and she wanted to yell at the others to shut up, but knew as a slave she couldn't. Jaco needed to stand up for himself but he seemed unwilling.

He did manage to find her hole with his cock despite their rude comments, and slowly eased himself into her. She let out a long sigh as she felt it sink into her. She was so wet and open from all the previous fucks that he easily slid right in. He kissed her passionately when he was fully embedded in her and Careena began to wonder if the young man did have feelings for her.

The others called him a sissy and told him to move aside so they could show him what a real man could do. Careena wanted to tell them that Jaco was the only real man among them; that his cock filled her in a way that theirs' can't. His lips never left hers as he began to slowly pump his penis in and out of her. The curve in his member made it feel as if it filled her more than it did, and made it hit her clit at just the right angle.

She groaned into his mouth and ran her hands up and down his back to let him know she liked what he was doing. Finally here was a man that was going to make her cum. She found herself kissing him back and sliding her tongue in and out of his mouth every time he slid his magnificent tool in and out of her pussy.

Blood pounding in her ears drowned out the comments from the other sailors and Careena realized that she was going to come soon. She wanted to make it loud for the others, so that they would know Jaco brought her to heights that none of them could. She felt the dam break inside her and it felt like her insides were being pulled out and pushed back every time the young man's prick moved inside of her. She grabbed his head with her hands and gently pulled it up to break their kiss while she moaned loudly and jerked her body wildly.

Startled, Jaco stopped moving as she came and looked down at her with concern, but when he saw the look of total ecstasy on her face he knew she was all right. All the men ceased yelling at Jaco and some shook their heads in disbelief while a few others grumbled that it had only been a matter of time before the slut came.

Jaco smiled and glued his mouth back to hers. He moved slowly in and out again, loving the feel of her body underneath his. Pleased with the knowledge that he had made her orgasm he didn't last much longer. He filled her with his seed like all the others and tried to rest on top of her to enjoy the afterglow of sex, but found himself quickly being pulled off and thrown into a corner.

Careena felt stiff but completely satisfied. After being fucked by eight horny guys she could have easily fallen asleep, but her night wasn't over yet. It had only taken a little over an hour for the guys to run through her the first time and now most of them were ready to go again. "Anything goes now, right Kieran?" one the sailors asked as he pulled her to her feet.

"Aye, as long as she's not damaged," Kieran replied with a laugh.

The sailor lay down on his back on the mattress and pulled the duchess on top of him. Reaching between their bodies he fisted his renewed erection into her flowing pussy. He held her body tight to his while he hammered his hips up, driving his cock in and out of her cunt rapidly. "Someone prong her ass," he said spreading her cheeks with his hands.

There was a mad rush, but one man beat the rest out. There was some grumbling but they all knew they would get their shot at her. The sailor underneath her stopped moving to allow the other to get his cock seated in her anus. There was so much cum around her asshole from her earlier bout with the captain and from what had spilled out of her cunt when she was on her back that the man's cock slipped easily in with a small amount of pressure.

Careena gasped when she felt the head of the man's cock slip past her sphincter. This was only the second time that she had a cock in both holes and she was unused to the over-full feeling. The man that was underneath pushed his cock all the way in and told his companion in her ass to start moving in and out. She started to cry out from the sensation; it wasn't painful but it was overwhelming.

She could feel the two cocks rubbing against each other inside of her. Everything seemed tight and she felt as if she had two of the largest cocks stuffed up her pussy and ass. The man sodomizing her was moving fast and wasn't being nearly as gentle as the captain but as she got used to the pressure she began to enjoy it. Just when she was really getting into it the man in her ass came and filled her colon with sperm.

He was quickly replaced by one of the others and a few seconds later a hard cock was also presented to her mouth. She accepted it without hesitation and sucked it in. She could taste cum and her own pussy juice on the end of the cock in her mouth. She looked up to see its owner and saw that it was Kieran; she was unsure who had their cock lodged in her ass. Kieran held her head tight so he could move his prick in and out so she couldn't turn around and look.




The Trikingdom Ch. 08



They fucked her like this for several minutes and Careena finally orgasmed herself. The men in her pussy and ass soon followed. Kieran pulled his cock out of her mouth and pulled her to her feet. He lay down on the mat and Careena was going to lay on him like she had the last man but he turned her around and eased her ass down on his aching cock.

He grabbed one of her breasts in each hand and pulled her back onto his chest. Her pussy was exposed to the others and one of them wasted no time in kneeling down and inserting his cock into her. This time the man in her pussy fucked in and out while she remained firmly seated on Kieran's cock.

"Gods you're such a good little fuck," Kieran whispered fiercely in her ear. His words triggered her to have another orgasm and then everything was just a blue. Another cock was shoved into her mouth, and she was aware of men dumping their loads in her and others taking their places but she no longer cared what happened. Her pussy was pulsing continuously and her mind went into a sex induced delirium.

She concentrated on the feeling of release after release that centered in her loins and reveled in it. She was only vaguely aware of her surroundings and just went wherever the hands of the sailors guided her. She had a brief thought that when she died she hoped she would feel bliss like this. Her mind seemed to float outside her body, as if she were a witness in the room that was only half paying attention. She was dimly aware of what was going on, but wasn't aware that she herself was a participant.

At one point, while her mind floated, she felt a great thirst and desperately wanted some water. Somehow, she was aware of a water skin on a small table in the corner. She tried to grab it, even though at the time, her arms were pinned under her as one of them men lay on her back fucking her cunt. There was a dull thud and water splashed on her face.

"Who threw that!" she heard a voice nearby bellow. Her mind snapped back into her body and she was suddenly aware of everything. The man on top of her had stopped and held a water skin in his hand. No one answered him and he angrily threw it away before he resumed his fucking. Questions swirled through her head and she thought she had the answer, but another orgasm ripped through her body and her state of bliss returned.

Eventually the men became exhausted and one by one they fell asleep until Careena was alone on the mattress a cum covered mess. She was to sore and tired to care about how filthy she was and she too fell asleep in a large puddle of the mixed cum of the eight sailors.

***

The duchess felt something large worming its way into her pussy and woke up. She wasn't sure how long she had slept but the first rays of light were beginning to filter through the windows. Besides the man on top of her there were no sounds of movement.

She realized she was no longer on the floor but in one of the berths and she didn't feel as sticky. A glance around the room showed the sailors sleeping wherever they had fallen during the night. The man on top of her was of course Jaco; she could easily tell by his size.

"I'm sorry," he whispered when he realized she was awake, "I just had to have you one more time before the captain comes to collect you."

"You don't need to apologize," she said with a smile. "You paid for my services."

She saw a hint of a grimace cross the young man's face at the mention of payment but it disappeared quickly. He was rocking inside her slowly and gently like he had during the night and she realized that he had taken her only that one time.

"You did not participate with the others after your first time," she said. "Why?"

Jaco blushed as he looked at her. "I'm not like them," he replied.

Careena knew what the young man was trying to say, but she knew that a slave wouldn't so she tried to give him a confused look. She didn't say any more and decided just to enjoy the sex despite the soreness of her pussy. She raised her head and pressed her lips to his and kissed him deeply. She wasn't in love with Jaco, but she felt very close to him nonetheless.

She was quickly becoming very wet and all traces of soreness quickly vanished. He was driving in slowly, but with a good deal of force. They were starting to make a bit of noise and she was afraid they'd wake the others up. She wanted to be alone with him for this last fuck. She took a quick peak around and was relieved to see that none of the others had stirred.

She hugged Jaco tightly to her and lifted her ass to meet each of his thrusts. His cock felt so good inside her that it was going to make her come quickly. After having so many orgasms the night before it wasn't going to be a big one, but she could tell it would be satisfying. It built inside of her and then quickly washed over her making her flesh tingle as blood rushed to all parts of her body. She bit into Jaco's shoulder to keep from crying out her passion.

She calmed down, and he resumed his steady thrusting. "Would you like to fuck my ass," she whispered. She wanted to do something special for him to repay the pleasure he had given her and she didn't think he would ask on his own.

"I don't wish to hurt you," he said sincerely.

"Don't worry," she assured him, "you won't hurt me."

He pulled his long cock out of her and looked down at her questioningly. There wasn't enough headroom on the bunk for her to get on her hands and knees and he wondered just how they were going to accomplish it. She answered him by raising her hips, exposing her bottom hole to his gaze.

Jaco grinned and lined up his cock with her anus. He pressed forward gingerly and his rod slid up off the hole. He tried again with the same result. He looked down at her frustrated. She grabbed his cock and placed it at her hole.

"Push hard," she urged him. "You have to get the head lodged in."

"Sorry, I've never done it before," he said sheepishly.

He followed her instructions and put all his weight behind his thrust. He was rewarded with the sudden opening of her sphincter as the head of his cock forced its way in. Her ass was still slick with cum and stretched out from the night before so she felt no pain, but she still gasped at the sudden intrusion. No matter how many times she took a man's cock up her ass she would never be fully prepared for that initial entry into her tightest hole.

"Are you all right?" Jaco asked a look of concern on his face.

"Yes," she gasped. "Fuck me Jaco."

The young man was more than willing to comply and began thrusting in and out of the beautiful woman's bottom. Careena had never had anal sex this way before and it felt a little different as his long cock eased its way into her colon. She realized she was grunting with each of his thrusts and took a quick look around to make sure her noises weren't waking any of the other sailors. This was Jaco's time and she wanted to keep it that way.

The young man was breathing hard, and starting to move faster and faster in his excitement at getting to fuck a woman's ass for the first time. He had wanted it to last so much longer, but realized he wasn't going to be able to hold back. His prick had a mind of its own, and it wanted desperately to unload inside that tight hole.

With a great deal of effort he suddenly pulled out. He stayed still, raised up on his hands above her gasping, his prick bobbing with each gasping breath he took. His cock was on fire and straining to cum. She rubbed his shoulders lightly while he waited for the heat to subside. He grew impatient and wanted to be inside her again. This time his cock slipped in easily on the first try and he was fucking in and out wildly.

He only got a few thrusts in before his cock was spewing its seed inside her succulent bottom. He groaned in pleasure and collapsed on top of her as it pulsed between her soft cheeks. She stroked his back and cradled his head while the last spurts pumped into her.

The remained like this for a long time with his cock still inside her. She held his head close to hers so that he wouldn't get up too fast. "You are a much better lover than any of the others," she whispered in his ear. She couldn't see his face but imagined that he was smiling. She decided to broach a difficult subject. "I saw some of the others hurting you the other night," she said softly.

His body stiffened and he tried to push off of her but she held onto his head. "I was just wondering why you let them," she said. "In Remar no man would treat another that way."

She finally let go of his head so that she could see his face. She was glad to see that he wasn't angry, just embarrassed. "I don't have the power to stop them," he admitted, "and this isn't Remar. If I fight them I'll get beat, or worse, die. "

There was so much she wanted to say, but couldn't because it would be out of character for a slave so she just listened and stroked his back.

"I guess because I'm quieter and less abrasive then the rest of them, they see me as being more like a woman, so it's less repellant for them to sodomize me than one of the others," he sighed. "The worst part is I didn't even want to become a sailor."

"What did you want to be?" she asked.

"An artist, a sculptor," he replied. "I was apprenticed to the local master, but I wasn't making any money and after a few years of living at my father's expense, he forced me to join this crew. If he knew how I would be treated I'm sure he wouldn't have insisted."

"Why stay? Why not go home now?" she asked.

"My father died shortly after I came aboard, and now I'm the only support my mother has," he explained. "I would need a patron to be able sculpt for a living."

Careena understood. Artists were generally a poor lot, and only those lucky enough to have a rich patron who enjoyed their work lived comfortably. Before she could say anything assuring to him they heard a noise close by. It was Kieran, stumbling toward them fully naked, his prick half hard as he approached.

"Getting a last fuck in, Jaco?" Kieran asked. "I had the same idea," the first mate said. "If you're finished, move aside so I can dip my dick in her."

Jaco sheepishly lifted himself off of her without saying a word. His long cock finally pulled out of her butt followed by a stream of cum. Careena was surprised when Jaco didn't leave but instead sat on the end of the bunk. Kieran grunted in annoyance but simply reached down and grabbed her legs and pulled her towards him. He flipped her over onto her stomach so that her feet were on the floor as she was bent over the edge of the bunk.

He fisted his cock into her wide open cunt and let out an exaggerated groan as he sank in to the hilt. Kieran draped himself over her so that he was covering her entire body with his. "Don't you just love how soft she is, Jaco?" the first mate asked. "I could lie on top of her all day."

Careena knew Kieran was trying to get a reaction out of the younger man, but Jaco wasn't biting. She could tell Jaco was upset at being interrupted, but he didn't let it show. He calmly sat and watched as the first mate began hammering his cock in and out of her pussy.

Kieran was making a lot of noise as he fucked her, and Careena realized the rest of the sailors wouldn't be able to sleep through the ruckus. "Gods, she's a good fuck!" Kieran exclaimed. "I've got enough coin saved up to get her all to myself for an entire night, and I think I will in a couple days after I recover from this night," he bragged. "What about you Jaco? Gonna buy some more time with this slut?" he asked. Before Jaco could say anything, Kieran said, "Oh, that's right. You need to save your coin for your mother."

Kieran was pounding her hard the whole time he said this to Jaco. While she felt bad that the young man was getting teased, Kieran's words and demeanor excited her a little. She knew that although his intention was to make Jaco feel bad, he really did enjoy her body and did want to spend more coin on her. Having spent time in a man's body, she found that extremely flattering and arousing.

She usually like a slow sensual fuck like she had just shared with Jaco, but she was enjoying what Kieran was doing. His cock was hitting her clit at just the right angle, and she loved having his manly body covering hers even though he smelled heavily of sweat.

She couldn't see or hear anything else going on in the room because he had his head pressed against hers, holding it down on the mattress. All she could see was one of Jaco's thighs, and all she could hear when Kieran wasn't talking was the sound of his cock noisily slamming her pussy and his breathing near her ear.

She quickly felt that familiar itch in her pussy signaling she was going to come. She let it build inside her quickly and then wash over her entire body. It wasn't the largest orgasm she'd had, but it was very satisfying.

Kieran heard her gasp and felt her pussy contracting around his cock. "Gods, this slut's coming again," he moaned as he continued hammering away. "You really love cock, don't you slut?" he said in her ear.

"Yesssss," she groaned as her orgasm was finishing.

"Would you like to spend a night with me fucking you like the dirty slut you are?" he breathed.

"Yeeessss."

"Good, because it's going to happen whether you want it to or not," he told her.

As he said that his body stiffened up and he shot his load inside her. He thrust in her a few more times as he pumped the last of her sperm into her willing hole and then quickly got up and out of the way. She hadn't heard or seen them approach, but the rest of the sailors were up and waiting their turns.

Before the first one could even touch her, the door banged open and Captain Diedmon barged in. "Time's up boys," he said loudly. The other men grumbled in frustration, but backed away and allowed the captain walk over to her. He grabbed her by the arm and lifted her to her feet.

"Looks like she's in one piece," he said, giving her a quick inspection. "I guess none of you lads gets punished. Now get dressed and on deck and get this ship moving!"

He started to lead her back to his cabin when her eyes fell on a water skin on the floor, jogging a memory from the night. She looked at the table where she had seen one before and saw that there was still one there too. She almost dismissed her memory as wishful thinking until she noticed that the water skins had identical scratches on the outside.

As she and the captain got close to the one on the floor she boldly bent down and picked it up without permission. The captain didn't say anything so she opened it up and took a drink then carried it out with her.

Once inside the captain's cabin, Careena felt suddenly exhausted and eyed his bed with longing.

"Get yerself cleaned up," he instructed her, "then rest for a time. I'll be back in a little while. I've got a big load saved up for you."

Careena nodded quietly to him as he left to go up on deck. She inspected the water skin in her hand and smiled. She was sure it was identical to the one on the table which could only mean one thing: she had created with magic. She had the biggest smile on her face as she sank down onto the bed with her prize clutched to her chest.

***

Duke Kalas boarded a ship leaving Remar over a week after his wife had snuck out of the city. He was trailed by the slave, Lina, who had insisted on carrying his things herself. When she had seen the vast number of bags and crates that belonged to him she had decided it was ok if she just carried one item.

Behind her came Jareth and then Cilas Granthem and the slave he had saved from execution, Zella. He frowned when he thought of her, but Cilas had essentially saved her life, and he did owe the man for figuring out what the Remarians were looking for before they proposed it to him.

In the end, he agreed to send fifty paladins from the Trikingdom to Remar to help secure the city and train the city guard. In return, Trikingdom ships and merchants would receive discounts on tariffs and fees when they traded. Cilas told him that they had ended up on the better side of the deal because Remar was so desperate for aid.

As Lina followed him to his cabin he grew more and more worried about what he was about to do. While they were in Remar he had treated her like a slave, but now that they were leaving he had a surprise for her, and he wasn't sure she was going to like it.

When they entered his cabin she frowned at the bags and clutter everywhere, but the Duke stopped her before she could clean up. "Lina, I have something for you," he told her. He handed her a wrapped package and told her to open it. She stared at him confused. Masters never bought gifts for their slaves.

Inside the package was a set of clothes. Cilas had been unable to find any woman's clothing in Remar so it was actually a man's shirt and breeches, but they would do for now. She held them up with a strange look on her face.

"Does my body displease you, Master?" she asked.

"No, of course not," he replied.

"Then why do you wish me to cover it with these ... things?"

"Because women outside of Remar wear clothing," he replied, "and it will help you fit in." That was the strategy he was going to try to use to get her to become normalized in society. "I would also like you to read this," he said handing her a large book. It was a book on the history of the Trikingdom. It would help teach her about life in her new home.

She took the book and looked at it skeptically. All slaves were taught to read and write, but they generally did not read books. "You will also be staying in other quarters," he explained. She started to protest but he silenced her. "You will understand better once you've read the book," he told her. "I will not see you until you have finished reading it."

She nodded and clutched the book and clothes tightly while he led her to a smaller cabin that was next to his. "Read the book, and then we'll talk," he said as he closed her door. He hoped it would take her the better part of the voyage home to finish it. He had promised himself that he would not have sex with the young woman anymore so he wanted to stay away from her as much as possible.

It would be a long torturous journey home for the young duke. He thought that once he was with his wife again the temptation of sex with Lina would disappear. He prayed to the gods that would be the case.

***

Careena grunted in time with Captain Diedmon's thrusts as he lay on top of her. She was tired and really wanted to sleep. Even though the captain had left her alone for at least an hour, she hadn't gotten any rest because she had spent that time trying to recreate her use of magic.

The previous night had been the longest the captain had gone without fucking her since she had been on board so he was extra energetic. She wasn't into it and was hoping he would be finished soon so she could sleep.

She had been unable to duplicate whatever magic she had cast to duplicate the water skin despite trying with several different objects and using every technique she had ever been taught. She remembered the sensations of being outside her body she had experienced during the fuck-fest and decided she would have to try and reach that state again. If she couldn't do it on her own, she was going to have to recreate the conditions that caused it.

Despite her exhaustion she was eager to get started but decided it would be safer to try once she was off the ship. If the guys paid for another night and she reached that out of body state, she was going to try to use magic despite the risk.

The captain's voice broke her out of her reverie and she realized he was speaking to her quietly while his great bulk rumbled on top of her. "Did you enjoy yourself last night, slut?"

"Yes," she replied honestly, trying to make her voice sound seductive.




The Trikingdom Ch. 08



"I knew you would. You're such a dirty little slut," the captain hissed.

Careena wondered at his question. He had never before seemed to care about whether or not she enjoyed the sexual activity she was subjected to. She wondered if he got some pleasure out of knowing she liked to get used by lots of men.

"Maybe I'll keep ya," he said, "... not sell ya to the buyer. You could be the ship's personal whore mascot. I'd eventually make up the loss whoring your ass out to the crew and merchants. You'd like that wouldn't ya."

Careena's stomach went icy cold in terror. While she had to admit a small part of her would enjoy it, the larger part wanted to get home and return to her husband's loving arms. She hoped her face didn't betray her fear as she nodded in agreement to the captain as he continued to fuck his dick in and out of her sloppy hole while leering down at her.

"The man buying ya wants to make you his wife. Do you know what that means slut?" he asked rhetorically. "It means his would be the only cock you'd get for the rest of your life. That would be a shame. Your tight little pussy should be shared with as many men as possible."

Careena couldn't believe what she was hearing and she was instantly fully awake. The captain couldn't be serious. But she could tell from the look in his eye that he was, even though he had to know that not delivering her could ruin his trade in the future. Once word got around that he didn't complete the contract for her merchants would be leery of using his ship for further business.

The thought must have excited him because after a few more strokes he was grunting as he unloaded a large amount of semen into her well fucked pussy. As he got up he flicked his dick towards her stomach and a last globule of his seed landed on her belly. "I'm gonna have to think about it cunt," he said as he stuffed his cock back into his pants and turned to leave.

Careena managed to stay calm and hold it together after he left. If he decided to try to keep her, she comforted herself with the knowledge that Prince Loqui's spy on board would undoubtedly act to save her, and if she could somehow harness the magic that she now had proof was inside her she could use that to aid her escape as well. She had to keep trying to unlock it.



The Trikingdom Ch. 09



Careena lazily dragged herself out of bed; dried cum coated the inside of her thighs. She sighed heavily as she went to the cold basin of water to clean herself up. It had been a week since she had used magic for the first, and so far, only time. She had spent hours trying to reach it again but had continually been unsuccessful. Failing every attempt through conventional means, she had thrown all of her being into her sexual encounters, since that seemed to have been the impetus for her first magical experience.

Over time, with every failure, it had slowly stopped being about trying to reach her magic, and had become more about the enjoyment of sex and having orgasms. She wasn't sure when it had truly changed, but she had to admit to herself that now she used 'discovering her magic' as an excuse to have sex. As a slave she couldn't initiate sex, of course, but she had become very good at enticing the captain into it. Not that the man needed much encouragement, but she was certainly getting it more often from him than before.

When the captain wasn't fucking her, she found herself daydreaming about secretly getting rammed by a couple of the other sailors. It would never happen, of course; the sailors were horny but none of them were stupid enough to risk death for a piece of her pussy.

She finished cleaning herself and then sighed again before leaving the captain's cabin to head up on deck. Hopefully they'd be stopping to trade today. The captain had used her services in negotiations at every port and she enjoyed having different cocks to suck and fuck. He also paid his crew at every stop and most of them saved their coin to purchase time with her. Her first night away from port was her busiest and she looked forward to it. They hadn't gangbanged her again, but she was usually passed from one to another as they paid the captain individually. The first mate, Kieran, had kept his promise and paid for an entire night one time. That had been a most enjoyable experience as well. Her only regret was that Jaco hadn't been able to buy any more of her time.

When she reached the deck what she saw almost made her faint with surprise. The twin spires of Shadarra Palace in Coderra were shining in the distance as the light from the early morning, low hanging sun struck them. In a trance she walked to the ship's rail and stared open-mouthed as a pit of nervousness built in her stomach.

It seemed like it had been so long since her feet had touched the soil of the Trikingdom that she had almost forgotten her purpose for coming aboard the ship. She had avoided Coderra as much as she could before, but as she gazed at it from afar it felt like home.

"Quite a sight, eh slut?" Captain Diedmon said as noticed her at the rail.

She turned toward him with a stunned expression and nodded slowly. "Yes Master," she finally remembered to utter.

"We'll have you in your new home and in the hands of your new master in a few hours," he said with an almost sad expression.

She nodded again in understanding and stumbled back below to the captain's cabin. She went back to the bed to lie down as she sorted through her confused feelings. She wanted desperately to go home, but at the same time she was scared to do so. She had this irrational feeling that everyone would know what she'd done just by looking at her. How could she face her husband or her family after behaving like a slut? Wouldn't it be easier just to stay on the ship so they wouldn't have to be disappointed in her?

She closed her eyes tight to hold back tears. She was just making excuses because a part of her wanted to stay and do nothing but fuck and suck for the rest of her life. She tried to remind herself of her duty to the people of Genoise and the Trikingdom but even that wasn't enough to settle knot in her stomach. Then the image of her husband, Kalas drifted into her conscious and she held it there and studied it in her mind. She thought of him and the way he made her feel. She thought of the gentleness that belied his great size. She reminded herself of why she loved him and that even if he found out about everything that had occurred since she decided to secret herself into Remar, he would find some way to forgive her.

Careena wanted to see him and to hold him, and to do that she was going to have to leave this ship. At that moment she wanted him more than anything else in the world. His face was burned into her mind, and with closed eyes she let the peace of knowing she would see him again wash over her. Her body began to relax and the knot dissipated.

She hadn't even realized she had drifted off to sleep until the sound of the captain entering the cabin woke her up. He stood just within the doorway leering at her naked body. Before, she had enjoyed the stares of him and his men, but now she had an urge to cover herself up. She had to stop and remind herself that she was still playing the part of a Remarian slave girl, if only for a little while.

"We've docked cunt," the captain grumbled. "I've sent one of my men to fetch your buyer. It will take him awhile to get here. I still own you until he does, and we have just enough time for one last fuck." He roughly pulled her towards him so that only her back and head were on the bed. She offered no resistance and did her best to smile invitingly up at him.

She was a little dry at first, but since his cock was on the small side he managed to worm it in. She tried not to enjoy it, but her body quickly betrayed her and soon her cunt was as slippery as ever. He held one of her butt cheeks in each hand as he pounded hard into her, and he slipped a meaty finger in alongside his cock. 

She felt stretched as he kept his finger in for several strokes and gasped with pleasure at the fullness. He suddenly pulled it out and Careena felt the slick digit press against her anus. With all of the butt fucking she had received lately, his finger slipped in easily. His finger was so fat it was almost like another cock fucking her at the same time.

The captain grunted as he felt his finger through the thin membrane of her flesh separating it from his cock. It made her pussy fell that much tighter and greatly added to his pleasure. If this was going to be his last fuck with her, he wanted it to be an experience he would never forget.

It was almost too tight, and he was worried that it would make him cum too soon so he pulled his finger from her ass and pushed it into her mouth. "Taste your slutty ass," he hissed at her as he continued to pound his cock in and out of her. He was holding her ass in one large hand now.

Careena did as ordered and sucked on his finger as if her life depended on it. She treated it like she would a cock and bobbed her head back and forth all the while looking straight into his eyes with lust. She had lost herself in the pleasure of the fuck like she had so often before. Everything else had fled her mind and at that moment she was nothing more than a lust filled vessel. She didn't even care where his finger had been moments before.

The captain found it difficult to keep pounding her hard when he was only holding her up with one hand so he reluctantly pulled his finger from her mouth and gripped her bottom with both hands again. He couldn't resist and his wet finger was pressed back into her anus. He pulled her ass cheeks wide as he violated her back passage with his finger; thrusting it in and out in time with the thrusts of his cock.

Careena let go of everything when she felt her orgasm approaching. She couldn't hold back as it spread like fire across her whole body. Every muscle in her body tensed and her pussy and ass contracted tightly around the captain's penis and finger. Her breath stopped for several seconds and her face and body started to turn red. It felt as though the captain was dragging her soul out of her privates every time his cock and finger retreated.

Captain Diedmon watched and felt her cum and smiled triumphantly. The tip of his cock was tingling, signaling the end for him as well. A few seconds after she settled down, he bellowed in pleasure as he emptied his balls into her wet snatch with a frantic series of thrusts.

Breathing heavily, he pushed her back onto the bed and his prick wetly fell out of her cunt. He leaned against the bed to rest for a moment but there was a pounding at the door he barely heard because of the pounding going on in his head.

He went to the door and opened it with his dick still hanging out of his pants. Careena could see Kieran holding something out to the captain. "This was sent back with Jaco for her. They're sending a carriage which should be here any minute. They said you'll receive payment as soon as she's off the ship," he informed Captain Diedmon.

The captain nodded exhaustedly and took the package and closed the door. He tore it open to reveal a dress, a pair of shoes, and a hooded cloak. "These are for you to put on," he said throwing them next to her on the bed.

Careena hadn't moved from where the captain had left her after he finished but she sat up to inspect the clothing. The quality of the clothing was just a little above what a peasant would wear and there was no undergarments, but considering she had been naked for several weeks she wasn't about to complain.

Captain Diedmon watched her dress with his penis hanging out, dripping the occasional drop of cum on the floor. She could tell he was feeling a bit sad that her time on the ship was coming to an end, and that there was something he wanted to say but was having trouble getting it out.

She was finishing putting on her shoes when he finally spoke. "I'm sorry to see you go Duchess," he said.

Careena looked up at him sharply. "You knew?" she asked in shock. "You knew who I was this whole time?"

"Of course," he replied looking a little sad. "Who else on board this ship would be a better spy than the captain?"

"Then why didn't you let me know before? Why treat me this way?" she asked. For some reason she couldn't fathom she didn't have much anger toward the man. Her questions were more out of curiosity than anything else.

"It had to look real to the crew," he said with a shrug. "Besides, it was more fun this way, wasn't it?" She didn't answer and looked away. "You can't tell me you didn't enjoy yourself," he said. She still gave no answer and he stepped closer to her. She turned back towards him and his exposed cock was right in her face. "Take it and put it in your mouth," he said. "I'll give the order to leave port right now. You don't have to leave Duchess. If you stay I promise you'll get as much cock as you can handle. I'll let you fuck the crew as much as you want. I'll sell your ass up and down the coast as much as you want. Just put it in your mouth."

She looked at his cock hanging in front of her for several heartbeats before she grasped it in one hand. As her fingers closed around it she was unsure of what she was doing. She leaned forward and licked her lips as she smelled the mixture of their sex on his rod. How easy it would be to open her mouth and take it in leaving the world and all its troubles behind. With effort, she took his cock and placed it back inside his pants.

"I'm flattered, captain, by your offer and sorely tempted, but I'm afraid I must decline," she said.

He looked at her with sad eyes and nodded. "I understand," he said quietly. "It was just a dream I had."

She stood and touched him softly on the cheek. "A large part of me wishes I could stay," she told him, "but I have responsibilities, and I love my husband. I want to see and hold him again."

The captain nodded in understanding and Careena thought she could see wetness in his eyes. "If you change your mind, we'll be in port for three more days," he said, "and if you ever need my help just show this coin to any of the port masters along the coast and they will know which direction I've headed."

She took the proffered coin and was surprised at its size and weight. It was nearly the same size as the palm of her hand and felt heavier than a small dagger. As it sat in her hand she could almost feel it pulse with power. She couldn't read the ancient language etched along the edge but she could easily identify the ship and hawk symbol on its face. She looked up at the captain in surprise. "Oh my gods, you're one of the seven!" she exclaimed.

"That I am duchess," he stated matter-of-factly.

She slipped the coin in her pocket without taking her eyes off the captain. "I thought your offer might have been an empty one to get me to stay on board for a while longer, but I see now that you truly could have sheltered me even if the entire Trikingdom had chased after us," she said.

He didn't speak but gave her a wry smile. She had already made her choice so it was of no consequence now. He motioned toward the door, indicating she should walk out and he followed her out of the cabin. Neither spoke as they walked across the deck to the dock. Careena was thinking about the implication of the heavy coin in her pocket. Captain Diedmon was one of the seven pirate lords, a secret that was much larger than the fact that he was a spy for Prince Loqui. She wondered if Loqui knew of the captain's double allegiance and decided it was doubtful. The pirate lords were very secretive and it was likely that none of his men knew who Captain Diedmon truly was.

A nondescript man was waiting on the dock and a carriage was close by. She descended to the dock and the man stepped up and handed Captain Diedmon a heavy pouch of coins. The captain thanked him and then the man escorted Careena to the carriage and helped her inside. She was a little surprised to find Prince Loqui inside the carriage, but she didn't let it show on her face. She took a seat opposite him.

"I hope your trip was pleasant," he said with a sugary smile as he tapped the back of the carriage to get it moving.

Careena frowned at him. She didn't like the man. He bore a striking resemblance to her husband and his brother, but he always seemed insincere and condescending. Anytime she had dealings with him she felt like she needed a warm bath afterward to wash off the oily residue that seemed to seep from every pore of his body.

"It was necessary," she responded a little acidly.

"Did the captain treat you well?" he asked mockingly.

"You know how I was treated, Loqui," she responded levelly. She decided she wasn't going to let him get to her.

The spy prince laughed. "I suppose I do," he said. "I bet the captain's cum is running down your thighs right now. Maybe I should take a look," he laughed as he reached a hand to her knee to try to pry them apart.

She quickly batted his hand away and gave him a stern look. "Keep your filthy hands off of me," she spat feeling her anger begin to boil. She had suffered a lot of indignities the past few weeks and she saw no reason why she should suffer any more.

"You should be a little nicer," Loqui hissed, "or I might have to tell your husband what you've been up to the past few weeks."

"Tell him if you must, and I'll tell him about the ultimatum you just made me," she retorted. "What do you think your cousin will do when he finds out you tried to blackmail me into sex?" She saw the superior expression on Loqui's face change to something akin to fear. The smaller spy had grown up in awe of his much larger cousins. "I have no fear of my husband," she continued, "and am confident he would forgive me. I did what I had to do to avoid a scandal that would have damaged the Trikingdom's relationship with Remar. I didn't do it just to keep my deeds from Kalas."

Loqui leaned back with an angry look on his face. Realizing he had no leverage and not wishing to anger her further he gave it up as a lost cause. He was almost sorry he rescued her at all, but he knew it was best for the Trikingdom that she not be caught in Remar.

Careena wondered why his proposition angered her so much, and yet she had hardly given a second thought to the way Captain Diedmon had used her during the voyage. She decided it had to do with their approach. Loqui tried to coerce her into sex, while the captain had been straightforward about his intentions. She was unsure what her reaction would have been had Loqui suggested trading sex for his aid in getting her home instead of threatening to tell her husband. She knew she now owed him a debt, and she hated owing the man anything.

"If you won't give me the pleasure of your company," he said sourly, "may I ask for a different favor?"

"You may ask," she replied, hoping for a way to repay him that wouldn't cost her too much.

"You and Kalas have done a good job of cleaning up Genoise. It is safe to assume that it will once again become a popular destination for those seeking a specific type of entertainment in the Trikingdom. We run three brothels in Genoise. My father and I would appreciate it if you could recommend them to travelers in your city."

"Certainly," she said. "Any information you gain from loose tongues could help the Trikingdom. Which brothels?"

"The Gentlemen's Rest, Lady Havord's, and The Weeping Beaver," he replied. Careena noted that the first was a high class brothel, the second was more middle class, and the last was a cheap whore house. It made sense; information could be found among all social classes.

"I'll make sure they're quietly recommended to visitors to our city," she assured him. She wondered what he was leaving out because he surely had not revealed all his locations. Every spy must keep some secrets and she worried that what he kept hidden was more important than what he exposed.

They quickly arrived at a nondescript manor in the better part of town. He led her inside where they were greeted by a few servants that Careena supposed were also spies. On a whim, she asked for some parchment and penned a letter inviting Jaco to Genoise to be the resident artist for the Duke and Duchess. She wasn't sure what she would do if he accepted, for he would surely recognize her, but she wanted to spare him the torment he suffered on the ship. She handed it to one of the servants who promised it would be delivered.

Her suspicions about the servants were confirmed when Loqui led her to the basement and a secret passageway that he said ran underneath the entire city. She followed him for what seemed like hours. They took so many twists and turns that she was soon lost and had no idea which way they were headed. Loqui seemed to know exactly where he was and eventually helped her up a ladder and through a trapdoor which led to another basement.

"There's another carriage waiting for you outside waiting to take you wherever you wish to go. There's a driver and a guard, though both men are skilled with the blade and have instructions to protect you at all costs," he told her. She still thought he seemed a little smug, but thanked him anyway and went out to the waiting carriage. She instructed the driver to take her to DuGuerra; she wanted to be there when her husband returned, and she wished to speak with her brother.

She arrived in DuGuerra three days later in the early morning. She had her escort drop her off a short distance from the palace so that she could attempt to enter stealthily. She was surprised at how easily overlooked she was as she shuffled in through one of the servants' entrances with a group of maids. As soon as she managed to get alone in a corner she lowered her hood and boldly walked to her brother's study.

The guards recognized her, and if they were surprised at her appearance they didn't let it show. Her brother was inside as he usually was early in the morning. He was definitely surprised to see her since he expected her to return in her disguised form on the same ship as her husband.

"I assume everything didn't go as planned," he stated.

She threw herself dramatically on a couch near him. "Of course it didn't'," she said. "Nothing ever goes as planned." Over the next hour she related her entire experience from beginning to end. She glossed over some of the more extreme sexual encounters she had and left out her enjoyment of them. She described as best she could her experience with magic and asked his opinion on how she could repeat it.




The Trikingdom Ch. 09



"The disembodied state you describe is the natural state all mages achieve before casting spells," he confirmed. "You've never been able to reach it before, but now that we know you can, and exactly how you did it, we may be able to duplicate it."

"I hope so," she said. "I tried everything I could think of but couldn't do it again."

Lastel nodded in understanding. "Mages first learn how to do it by clearing their minds. We practice it until it becomes almost autonomic like breathing. When we tried to get you to that state as a child there seemed to be a block in your subconscious. That block is probably still there, and the only reason you were able to overcome it was because you subconscious was overwhelmed with emotion or exhaustion."

"So what do I do?" she asked.

"Test both theories," Lastel responded. "It's probably easiest to test exhaustion first," he continued. "Don't sleep for a day and see if that works."

She looked at her brother skeptically. "If it does, what then? I can't go through the rest of my life half asleep just in case I need to cast a spell."

Lastel laughed as he imagined his little sister stumbling through life barely awake. "You won't need to," he assured her. "The block in your subconscious should weaken each time you successfully reach that state."

"Thanks big brother," she said. "I'm already tired. I'll stay awake all night tonight and then try in the morning."

***

Five days later, Careena was standing on the docks of DuGuerra watching her husband's ship as it came in. So far she had only enjoyed limited success in her magical endeavors but as her brother stated, it was becoming easier with each successful attempt. The only problem was that she was now so tired that she could barely stay upright as she waited nervously for her husband to disembark.

Finally, Kalas and his party were off the ship and they were striding up the docks. He spotted Careena and she could see his pace quicken in excitement. His hand came up in a big exaggerated wave and she returned the gesture. She was close to laughter as she watched him approach, surrounded by guards and the others that had gone with him.

She noticed a young woman walking closely behind him with her head down. She seemed very uncomfortable and tugged at her clothing as if she was unused to wearing them. Careena quickly realized she was a slave and wondered how she came to be in her husband's possession. Seeing the young slave woman reminded her of Zella and she looked over at Cilas to see if she was with him.

Zella walked in stark contrast to the other slave. In fact, if Careena hadn't already known the young woman had been a slave, she wouldn't have known from her appearance. She walked comfortably with her head up, looking around at the new sights before her. Careena wondered at the confidence the young woman exuded.

Before she knew it, they had reached her and Kalas, no longer able to contain himself, was lifting her off the ground in a big bear hug and kiss. She melted into his arms and contemplated wrapping her legs around his waist but decided they were already pushing propriety in public.

"I missed you," she whispered when their lips finally parted. "Promise me we'll never be apart for this long again."

Kalas smiled wide. "I missed you too," he answered back, "and I promise that the gods themselves will never keep us apart."

She smiled back and kissed him again before he slowly lowered her to the ground. She was suddenly feeling energized and for the moment the exhaustion she felt from lack of sleep was pushed aside. They entered one of the waiting carriages; Careena had hoped it would just be the two of them but the slave following her husband entered behind him. The young woman never looked up even though Careena tried to greet her with a smile. She saw her husband's large shoulders slump when he realized the slave had followed them inside.

"It looks like there's something you need to tell me," Careena commented with a smile at her husband's expense.

"The Remarian's gifted me with a slave, as is there custom," he said with a sigh. "I wanted to refuse, but Cilas said it would offend them."

"Aren't you going to introduce us?" Careena asked, getting a slight thrill from her husband's discomfort.

"Of course," he said recovering his composure. "Careena, this is Lina. Lina, this is my wife, Duchess Careena DuGuerra Galin of Genoise."

"Pleased to meet you," Lina said softly with her eyes still down.

Careena leaned across and lifted the young woman's head with her finger. "It is a pleasure to meet you as well," she said looking into her eyes. "Don't worry, everything will be all right," she assured the young woman. "Thank you for rescuing her," she said to her husband.

Kalas relaxed after that and realized just how special his wife was. There weren't many women who would have her reaction if their husband brought home an attractive female slave. He wondered if she would feel the same if she knew just what had occurred between him and the young woman.

When they arrived at the palace there was a small reception and dinner to welcome Kalas home. The burst of energy Careena felt at his arrival waned over the course of their long meal. When the loving couple went to their room to turn in for the night she was dead tired. She was annoyed that Lina followed them back to their suite, but Kalas got her settled in a room usually reserved for servants.

While they were getting ready for bed Kalas began describing some of the highlights of his trip. When he started describing the circumstances of how Cilas had gotten his own slave Careena began crying. She wasn't sure if her exhaustion was causing her to lose control or if the emotional toll of the day had gotten to her, but she couldn't stop. Kalas took her in his arms and asked her what was wrong and she told him everything. She didn't give him the abridged version that she gave her brother; she described all the feelings and emotions she had during her entire journey.

When she was finished, she was so physically and emotionally drained that she wasn't aware of what was going on around her. It wasn't until she felt Kalas's enormous member easing into her cunt that she realized she was on her back and that he had removed her clothes. Careena gasped as he entered her and her legs automatically wrapped around his waist. She looked into his eyes, afraid of what she would find, and was shocked to see a look of pure love in them.

She had almost forgotten how delicious it felt to be filled by her husband. His large cock reached places no one else's could. She moaned as it squeezed impossibly far inside her. He held it there, buried to the hilt, and bent down and kissed her passionately. She wasn't sure what she had done to deserve the wonderful man who still loved her despite the confession she had just made, but she made a vow to do everything in her power to justify his love.

Careena kissed him back and thrust her hips up at him to encourage him to continue. "Make love to me Kalas," she whispered into his ear before nibbling it gently. He began thrusting in and out gently while she kissed him all over his face and professed her love over and over again.

She quickly felt the familiar sensation of an approaching orgasm deep in her being. It had been so long since the last time she had felt her husband's loving embrace that it came swiftly and powerfully. Her fingers clawed at his back and her hips thrust up so hard that she nearly lifted him off the bed. Her entire body throbbed in time with the pleasurable spasms in her cunt as she came with her mouth open in a soundless cry.

Kalas continued his slow, measured in and out movements while she came. Her over-sensitive clit dragged across his thick member with a sharp painful pleasure that made her body spasm even more every time. She was unable to speak; unable to tell him how wonderful it felt. But her eyes burned with passion and conveyed her message to him.

He smiled down at her and kissed her hard. He wanted their mouths to be connected when he filled her with his seed. He felt her slim tongue dart into his mouth and slide alongside his own. He could feel her breath come out in silent screams when he thrust extra hard into her. He saw no reason to hold back, and when he felt his orgasm approaching he let the familiar warmth wash over him quickly as he came inside her.

He lay still, on top of her, as he felt the throbbing in his cock subside and it began to soften and shrink. It never went completely limp but eventually he eased the large member out of and rolled off of her. He hugged the love of his life to him closely and she snuggled up to him, both content. His eyes felt heavy and soon he was asleep.

***

Duke Kalas woke sometime later to the feeling of something warm and wet pleasurably surround his cock. It took him a moment to remember where he was, but when he did he looked down to see Careena's head bobbing up and down his thick penis. Sensing him stir, she stopped and released him from her mouth for a moment.

"It felt so good when you came inside me," she started, "like your seed was washing away all of my indiscretions." Her eyes were staring into his as she spoke. "I want you to come in my mouth and ass too," she said. "I want to feel clean all over. I want to know that you desire all of me."

Kalas didn't know what to say and she didn't wait for him to speak. She resumed her sucking noisily now that her husband was awake. "Oh, gods Careena," he groaned in pleasure as he leaned his head back.

He let her suck for a few minutes while he thought about what he wanted to say. "Look, Careena, we've both done things that violated our vows of marriage," he said, "but no matter what I will always love you." She didn't stop sucking, but looked up into his eyes to let him know she was paying attention. "Now, I'm not saying you can spread your legs for every man in the Trikingdom, or that I can bed every woman I meet, but maybe we can amend our previous agreement."

Careena didn't want to miss a word of what her husband had to say. She was pretty sure she knew what was coming but wanted to hear all of it so that there were no misunderstandings later. She slowed down and suckled on the head of his enormous weapon causing Kalas to gasp.

"I think, if were ever apart again, and it makes sense for the situation, we should be able to indulge ourselves without feeling any guilt," he said.

She removed her mouth from his cock with a loud popping sound so that she could speak. "You fucked Lina, didn't you," she said.

"Yes," he admitted without shame.

"You want to fuck her again, don't you," she said with a wicked grin.

"No! ... err... yes...I don't know," he sputtered. "That's not what I meant." Careena slowly took the head back in her mouth but kept her eyes firmly in his. "Oh gods!" he hissed. "I will admit that I did enjoy my time with her, but I felt like I was taking advantage of her every time. Once we left Remar I swore I would never sleep with her again unless in her mind she was truly a free woman. Besides, as long as you and I are together, you're all the woman I need. I love you Careena."

"I love you too, dear," she said, releasing his cock again. "What did you mean then?"

"Well, we already agreed that we will do whatever it takes to benefit the Trikingdom," he said, "but what if we're apart for a long period of time again and one of us finds ourselves with an opportunity we don't want to pass up? Or you wind up alone in a room full of horny men intent on having you, and the easiest way out of the situation is to capitulate."

"Or you rescue some damsel in distress and she insists on repaying you with charms?" Careena asked.

"Exactly," he said with a smile. "But of course, we'd have to be discreet."

"Of course," she said with a smile. "But despite our new agreement, I still want you to come in my remaining two openings tonight."

"It would be my immense pleasure my love," he gasped as her mouth began bobbing up and down his cock with renewed vigor. She cupped his heavy balls and snaked a finger back towards his anus. She tickled the tight opening and was rewarded with hearing her husband gasp anew. She had learned a few things while they were apart.

She felt his organ swell unbelievably larger in her mouth and then the first forceful squirt of semen was rocketing down her throat, quickly followed by several others as his cock pulsed strongly again and again. Gods, the strength in his cock was incredible. It was amazing to her that his penis was actually part of a living human being.

When the pulsing stopped she cleaned up the last remnants of sperm and swallowed it all down. He never went soft in her mouth and she slowly drew her mouth up his length, slurping her saliva and the last traces of his cum as she released him. She smiled at him lovingly as she crawled up his muscular frame to share a deep kiss.

After a few moments she wriggled off him and raised up on her knees with her face buried in a pillow. "You know what I want you to do, my love," she said, her voice muffled by the pillow. "Do it now, and don't be gentle. She me no mercy. Punish me with your cock."

Kalas couldn't see her face, but he could tell by her tone that she was serious and he suspected she was viewing this as some sort of atonement for her behavior during her recent ordeal. He had no desire to hurt his wife but it was hard to resist the twin globes of succulent flesh she was offering up to him. He ran a rough, calloused hand over her smooth bottom as he got on his knees behind her. With one hand he lined his massive shaft up with her tight, dark hole as he gripped her just above the hip with the other. They had never done this without some sort of lubrication before and he was hesitant to try it now, but she was exhorting him in hushed tones to ram it all the way in.

His mind determined, he tightened his grip on her waist and pushed his hips forward as hard as he could. The head of his cock forced its way past her sphincter, causing it to suddenly stretch wide to accept the enormous girth of his weapon. Careena cried out in a mixture of pain and pleasure into the pillow as a good third of her husband's cock was forced into her anal cavity. She had missed the over-stuffed feeling of having his cock in her ass, but the pain she felt as her sensitive flesh clung to his unlubricated member was excruciating.

As he pulled back slightly to prepare for his second thrust, she could feel each individual pinprick of pain as her skin broke away from his like a bandage that had been on for too long. Then his hips were driving forward again and even more of his monstrous length had forced its way past her tight ring of pain. She was aware of a strange noise assaulting her ears and realized it was the sound of her own muffled scream.

Kalas wanted to get the most painful part over for her, so he didn't wait for her to recover. He pulled back for one more thrust and then quickly powered forward again. Finally, his hard stomach rested against the fleshy globes of her bottom and his prick was buried to the root in her rectum. He waited patiently for her cries to subside as his cock throbbed inside her anal cavity. Soon her cries became sobs and the sobs became heavy breathing. 

Careena could feel Kalas's enormous member like a great tree trunk had been forced up her ass. Through her pain, she wondered at her ability to take it all; she wondered how anyone, no matter their size, could take it all. She thought about all the stretching of her insides that must occur every time it plowed into one of her holes and marveled at the capacity of her body. She wondered what it must look like to Kalas when he watched his cock disappear inside of her. Her musings helped keep her mind off the pain until she realized it didn't hurt as much anymore.

Kalas began humping his hips forward and then relaxing the pressure without pulling back so that his entire cock stayed embedded in her ass. He moved slowly, at first, then he began to move faster, and then instead of just relaxing the pressure he let a little bit of his cock slide out.

The pain was subsiding for Careena and was almost gone. Her hands, which had been gripping the sheets in a death-grip, slowly relaxed. She concentrated on the steady rhythm of Kalas's thrusting to help ignore the little pain she felt now. He seemed to be moving with the beat of her own heart and she found the synchronicity hypnotic. Soon it seemed that's all she was; she was the rhythm as his cock filled her, then was gone, then filled her, then was gone. Over and over and over again she repeated as the rhythm.

Then the rhythm floated above the two people on the bed and it felt such power as it had never felt before. It could do anything, be anything. Its power felt limitless and endless. It expanded to fill the entire room and was aware of everything in it and knew that it could make physical changes to everything it touched. The rhythm continued to grow and expand outside the room. It found more things and touched the minds of other people. Some of these minds were shielded, but it was confident it could easily pierce the shields if it desired.

The rhythm desired to flee the castle and explore the world, but it became aware of a small tendril of consciousness holding it back. It followed the tendril back down to the center of the castle, to a couple copulating on a bed. It recognized a part of itself in the way the man moved behind the woman and realized that the larger part of itself was the woman! With a great wrenching, Careena found herself back in her body, Kalas still steadily plowing his cock in her ass. She wasn't quite sure what had happened, but knew she had somehow reached the state used to cast spells more completely than any mage had before.

She didn't know how long she had been gone, but Kalas was now plunging his rod in and out of her rectum with ease. He kept the same rhythm, but he was much more forceful as he rammed it home over and over again. He was panting loudly and Careena could sense that he was getting close to cumming. His dick swelled and then was shooting its heavy load deep in her bowels as he gasped in the pleasure of ultimate release.

Spent, Kalas managed to roll to the side instead of on her back. His cock eased out of her ass with a loud sucking sound as he fell on his back next to her. Careena slowly stretched her legs out and lowered her body to the bed. After a few seconds she curled up and snuggled on his chest. His arm encircled her, pulling her even closer and he kissed her gently on the top of the head.

"Thank you," he whispered lovingly.

"Anytime my love," she said with a grin. "I'm yours whenever you want me, in any way you want me." She looked up at him and kissed him deeply. "I belong to you, and you belong to me," she told him.