The next night came too slowly.
I'd spent the day in a state of constant arousal, watching Queen Seraphina try to maintain her composure during court.
Every time our eyes met, she'd flush and look away. When she shifted on her throne, I knew she was remembering my tongue buried in her royal cunt.
Prince Adrian, oblivious as always, had kept me busy with security reviews. The boy was eighteen, handsome in that generic princely way, and utterly naive. He'd actually asked if his mother seemed unwell.
"Perhaps Her Majesty is simply tired," I'd suggested, hiding my smirk. "The king's absence must be... hard on her."
Now, as midnight approached, I made my way through the secret passages the original Damien had memorized. The queen's chambers were in the oldest part of the palace, connected by a network of hidden corridors meant for servants and lovers.
I entered through a panel behind a tapestry, finding her exactly as ordered.
Queen Seraphina stood by her window, moonlight painting her naked skin silver. The crown—that symbol of ultimate authority—sat heavy on her golden hair. Nothing else adorned her except the flush spreading down to her perfect breasts.
"You came," I said, letting the panel close with a soft click.
She spun around, arms moving to cover herself before remembering my instructions. "I had no choice."
"There's always a choice." I stalked toward her, drinking in the sight. "You chose to fuck Marcus. You chose to protect your reputation. And tonight, you're choosing to submit to me."
"This is blackmail—"
"This is consequence." I stopped just out of reach, making her wait. "Turn around. Hands on the window."
She hesitated, crown catching the light. The Queen of Aldoria, reduced to displaying herself like a common whore. The power of it made my cock strain against my uniform.
"Must you humiliate me?" she whispered, but obeyed.
"Humiliation is just the beginning." I moved behind her, close enough that she could feel my heat but not touching. "Spread your legs wider. I want to see that pussy dripping for me."
She complied, and sure enough, her inner thighs were already slick. "I hate you."
"Your cunt disagrees." I ran a finger through her folds, gathering her wetness. "Taste yourself."
She turned her head, accepting my finger into her mouth with a small whimper. I added a second finger, then a third, fucking her face slowly while my other hand groped her breast.
"Good girl. You're learning to use that royal mouth for something useful." I pulled my fingers free, wiping them on her cheek. "Now, tell me what you want."
"For this to end."
I laughed, stepping back to undress. "Wrong answer. Try again, or I leave and send the video to every noble in court."
Her knuckles were white against the window frame. Outside, guards patrolled the gardens, oblivious to their queen's degradation just above them.
"I want..." she swallowed hard. "I want you to fuck me."
"Better. But not good enough." My clothes hit the floor. "Be specific. Tell me exactly what you need."
"Please..." The crown tilted as she hung her head. "Please put your cock inside me."
"Inside where?"
"My... my pussy."
"Whose pussy?"
A sob escaped her. "Yours. My pussy is yours."
"Good girl." I pressed against her back, cock sliding between her ass cheeks. "But first, I want to hear about Marcus. Did he fuck you in this room?"
"Yes."
"In your marital bed?"
"Yes!"
"Did you suck his cock?" I reached around, fingers finding her clit.
"Yes! God, yes!"
"Did you swallow his cum like a good little whore?"
She was grinding back against me now, dignity crumbling. "Yes! I swallowed every drop!"
"And how many times did you cum on his cock?"
"Three... three times..."
I spun her around, lifting her easily and pressing her back against the window. The cold glass made her gasp, nipples hardening to perfect points.
"Then I'll make you cum four times. Can't have Marcus outdoing me." I lined up my cock, teasing her entrance. "Beg for it. Loud enough for the guards to wonder."
"Please!" Her voice cracked. "Please fuck me! I need your cock!"
I slammed into her in one brutal thrust. She screamed, crown tumbling from her head to shatter on the floor. Neither of us cared. Her pussy was molten silk, gripping me like she'd been made for my cock.
"Fuck, you're tight. Does the king have a tiny dick, or have you just been that desperate?"
"Big... you're so much bigger..." She was babbling now, legs wrapped around my waist as I pounded her against the window. "Oh god, oh fuck, don't stop!"
"Look down," I commanded. "See those guards? They could look up any moment and see their perfect queen getting railed like a tavern whore."
The thought made her clench around me. I filed that away—the queen had an exhibition kink.
"You love it," I growled, biting her neck hard enough to leave marks. "Love being exposed, love being used. What would the court say if they could see you now?"
"Don't... can't..." But she was meeting my thrusts, nails raking my back.
"Cum for me. Show me that royal pussy knows who owns it now."
She shattered with a wail, squirting around my cock. I didn't slow down, fucking her through it until she was sobbing from overstimulation.
"One," I counted. "Three more to go."
I carried her to the bed—that sacred marital space—and threw her down. She looked debauched, hair wild, pussy swollen and dripping. The perfect queen reduced to a cum-hungry slut.
"On your hands and knees. I want to fuck you like the bitch you are."
She scrambled to obey, presenting her ass like an offering. I spanked her hard, leaving a red handprint on pale flesh.
"Tell me you're my whore."
"I'm your whore!"
Another spank. "Tell me you'll do anything I want."
"Anything! I'll do anything!"
I thrust back inside her, setting a punishing pace. The bed creaked, headboard slamming against the wall. Anyone passing would know exactly what was happening.
"I'm going to fuck every hole you have," I promised, thumb pressing against her asshole. "Going to fill you with so much cum you'll taste it. Going to make you forget Marcus, forget the king, forget everything but my cock."
"Yes! Yes! Fuck me! Ruin me!"
Her second orgasm hit even harder, pussy clamping down like a vice. I pulled out just to watch her gape, then flipped her over.
"Two down. Suck my cock. Taste yourself."
She lunged for it, crown forgotten, dignity abandoned. The Queen of Aldoria worshipped my cock like her life depended on it, taking me to the base despite gagging.
"That's it. Show me those dick-sucking skills you practiced on Marcus." I grabbed her hair, fucking her face roughly. "Going to paint those royal lips with cum."
She moaned around my cock, fingers working her clit. I pulled out, slapping her face with my wet dick.
"Did I say you could touch yourself?"
"Please, I need—"
"You need what I give you." I pushed her back, spreading her legs wide. "Watch me fuck you. I want you to see my cock destroying that royal cunt."
She propped herself up on her elbows, watching as I entered her again. This time I went slow, making her feel every inch, every vein.
"Look how your pussy grips me," I said. "Like it knows who it belongs to now."
"Yours," she gasped. "It's yours, all yours!"
I increased the pace gradually, building her up. "What's my name?"
"Damien!"
"What am I to you?"
"My master! My owner! My everything!"
"And what are you?"
"Your whore! Your slut! Your property!"
Her third orgasm was approaching. I could feel it in how her walls fluttered. "Who fucks you better? Me or Marcus?"
"You! So much better!"
"Me or the king?"
"You! Only you!"
She came screaming my name, loud enough for half the palace to hear. I counted it off—"Three"—then pulled out again.
"One more," I said, flipping her onto her stomach. "This one's going to hurt."
I spread her ass cheeks, spitting on her virgin hole. She tensed, realizing what was coming.
"No, please, I've never—"
"Never?" I laughed. "The whore queen has a virgin hole? How delightful."
I pushed my thumb inside, making her squeal. "Don't worry. I'll train this ass properly. But tonight, just a taste."
I entered her pussy again, but this time my thumb worked her ass in rhythm. The dual penetration had her thrashing, begging incoherently.
"Imagine when it's my cock in there," I said. "Stretching you open, claiming the last part of you that was untouched. Maybe I'll do it during court, make you sit on your throne with my cum leaking from your ass."
The filthy words pushed her over the edge one final time. She came so hard she passed out for a moment, body convulsing around me.
"Four," I counted, then let myself go. I flooded her pussy with cum, marking her insides as mine. When I pulled out, it leaked onto the royal sheets, mixing with her own juices.
She lay there panting, thoroughly used. I dressed casually, enjoying the view.
"Tomorrow, you'll attend court as usual," I instructed. "But you'll have my cum inside you. Every time you shift on your throne, you'll remember who owns you now."
"Please..." she whispered. "No more..."
"We're just getting started." I headed for the secret passage. "Oh, and Seraphina? Buy a new crown. You'll be wearing it often while I fuck you."
I left her there—the Queen of Aldoria reduced to a cum-covered mess in her marriage bed. Tomorrow, she'd have to face her son, her court, her responsibilities, all while feeling my seed drip down her thighs.
The thought made me hard again. Good thing this palace was full of women who needed to learn their place.
Starting with the prince's innocent fiancée who'd be arriving next week.
This new life just keeps getting better.