Dissolution of Love

He received no formal welcome entering the courtyard before the massive building, and it was just as well. Once he made his way in the keep to his suites, he received a surprise. Hurickia usually kept him among male servants. Today however, he was in his rooms alone with a short darkly tanned black haired woman.

Her hair was up in tight bun and she wore an apron embroidered with the crown and throne. Under that, she wore a simple black and purple dress. As with most people who work around the royal family in Lafaust, she was one of the few laborers that were not conscripts.

Her breasts wobbled enticingly as Prince Carsol watched her frozen. They seemed gigantic, everything about her was mundane and stout. It was oddly alluring for the prince who worked with people at the peak of fitness. This woman's breasts alone would preclude her from any kind of drawn out fighting. He was aware of his arousal staring at her.

She turned her head over her shoulder and smiled widely noticing his stare. The prince was struck by her pale blue eyes. They seemed cold but very inviting.

"Highness," She called in a rich elegant voice. "I am Mara, I am here for the room, and for your comfort." She crossed the room to him and presented herself.

Prince Carsol gasped at the display of her deep curtsy. From above the cleavage was a divine crack. He grew horny thinking of plunging himself into it. He noticed the feeling of sweat trickling down his back.

"I must go. I must see mother..." He paused. He wasn't suppose to call her that anymore.

She blocked the door with one hand. Her stout body kept him from being able to budge the door. "No. you are stressed I will relax you as a chamber maid does. Come here and lay across the bed." She fairly pulled him across the suite into the bedroom.

The prince felt horny as he was drawn like a child too the bed. She kneeled before him and removed his boots. Then stood and removed his armor. Her breasts were always well presented as she moved. When she reached past him and worked off his blouse, he was fairly smothered in them.

She got to his leather pants, and finally she moved in for his small pants. "Wait, no what are you..." With deft moves, she went around and through his hands and had him naked.

He looked at her aroused at his exposure. Unable to take his eyes off her mildly sweaty heaving chest as she stood over him.

"Move your hands." She ordered kneeling again.

Prince Carsol stuttered. "What I... Oh." She pulled his hands away and held them down on his sides.

She went in like a snake and slurped him into her mouth and her spacious throat. No woman except Hurickia could deep throat him. He wasn't ever taken so deep either. Her throat felt tight and bottomless as she slurped. She stood now bending at the waist and bouncing the whole of her upper body onto his cock it seemed. She didn't stop when he gave out and exploded.

He fell back weakly in the middle of the bed. She didn't seem to ever want to stop as she worked him with her extremely talented mouth.

She paused stroking his dripping cock. It was cleaned of everything but her spittle. "Are you still stressed Highness?"

The prince looked past his cock to her face and breasts beyond. "You can't tell anyone about this."

"These are my proper duties Highness." She said absently fiddling below her dress. "But if you want to make a deal then we shall. I'll take your seed to seal our covenant."

She turned around and hiked up her dress. Her bronze legs were quite muscular he could see. She revealed her lack of small clothes, and the prince felt trapped.

The prince panicked now able to think while the breasts weren't hypnotizing him. "My rites are through my seed, you cannot have it in you cunt."

She looked over her shoulder at him and spread her cheeks. "That is well, you may have my ass then."

He was shocked. Perhaps he should have known that since she wasn't noble she wouldn't shirk the idea. Her back hole was well used it seemed. On anyone else, it would be offensive but it gave the prince hope. Nobody else but a stable boy his mother vulgarly sent when he asked to see others had a hole with such promise. He did not like men but his mother wasn't against him using them if he ever had urges. He tried to be unknown in those circles as much as possible.

She stood still bent forward slightly knowing he was staring at her ass in wonder. She came around then and straddled him.

He could only watch as his hard rod stood aching for her. He measured it on a good day and knew it to be nearly thirteen inches when hard enough to actually support itself and stand on its own. Its thickness was the bane of countless women and a few stable boys.

She took the plunge and dropped herself on him without complaint. Her bouncing breasts came at him as she crouched over him and milked him with the most amazing ass he'd ever had. Her black hair was released from the bun, and fell over, shrouding him in a curtain around his head. Her breasts drooped and fell out of her dress onto him and he sucked her thick rubbery nipples with tears in her eyes at how great it felt. His cock swelled amazingly, he felt it pushing open his legs in its exuberance. He was amazed at her ability to be so natural as she took him. Pressed to her breast he felt true passion. He actually forgot about Hurickia and Aurelia as he felt the pressure rise in him.

He was able to climax with her as they sweated into each other. He clutched her tight amazed at what they shared. He stayed in bed with her and slept with a woman other than his mother for the first time. Throughout the night, she would roll to her stomach and raise her hips for him, or suck him off in the best and deepest suck he ever received.

Breakfast in the castle was strained. Of his four brothers, only Princes Billile and Sidwell were in town. Sitting in the paneled dining hall they all remembered from their youth filled with sunny happy moments, the grey skies darkened by rain made a depressing contrast to their present situation. Both of his brothers were of sober demeanor. Sidwell was a naturally dark fellow. He was removed from the line of succession upon turning twelve. Sickly from a complication with breathing when he was stressed or exerted himself, he couldn't train and thus wasn't an officer extended leave. He was now a scribe who spent his time in the library.

Billile in comparison was a picture of tanned health. He had light eyes, dark hair, and a ready smile. He was likely still drunk from excesses with women of loose character. He got louder over the course of breakfast and shared stories of the night before with their uncle Duke Palein.

Their uncle was likely the funniest man in Lafaust. Bald, muscular, and bearded he was intimidating until people got close and could see his smile. The men all wore shiny gauntlets on their left hands. They appeared golden except the dukes, which was silver. They were elbow length and had slots along the wrist for horse reins, dispatches, wrist swords, crossbows, shields, and grip assists.

The crude jokes the two got into were cut short when Hurickia came in. Prince Carsol knew she came for him. She wore her mourning dress, and was trailed by three similarly dressed maidens.

"Hurickia you are a dark cloud on this dark day. You disturb the only time we can laugh." The Duke jested. It was semi-forced since the occasion they were brought together weighed heavily on everyone.

"You can all have your smiles back. I am here to speak to my son, Prince Carsol." She turned to her target. "Perhaps a moment could be spared for your mother?"

Prince Carsol dreaded this. Only a few hours ago he was dreaming of the return, now it was torture knowing what he had to do again. "After dinner, I must write out the report of our patrol."

Billile jumped in. "Oh? Why brother, what stopped you from your work on the whole of the day and night you were here? I heard you took dinner in your room."

The prince tried to lie convincingly. "I was worn out from the journey."

Billile missed his slyness thankfully. "I would be too. I heard you took an aide from Mavvus with you. How was she?"

His face grew hot. "She fought well, I dare say I have much training to do if I want to provide an example before her."

Billile continued, his insidious folksy charm was the antithesis of the prince's careful and ordered personality. "You're blushing big brother. I know you didn't pounce on her like I did. I was promised a knife to the back the whole trip, but I couldn't take my eyes off the two in my party. The aides are all down in their suites making a bug fuss about some arrival. I saw yours down there, kinda titless I must say."

He blurted before he could stop himself. "She is beautiful. Keep your eyes off!" He eased himself back in his chair. The mask was back on but it was too late.

Everyone had froze. Their minds recorded and reviewed this most unlikely of outbursts. Prince Carsol was too scared to look at Hurickia. He could see everyone trying to reason out what they had seen as they replayed it in their minds. It took forever before anyone spoke.

Billile slid forward his dumbfounded expression gave way to a grin only seedy horse traders and Lord Panthi wore. "Amazing, they said you were one of the confused sort. I guess that soft cow I saw in your room got you looking for more holes to stick it in."

Prince Carsol was nearly to the door before he finished. His sight had passed over a very angry Hurickia wearing a mask of calm that the veins in her face and neck belied. Behind her pale mourning makeup, she was livid. Her bloodshot eyes twitched, and though she hadn't yet cried, she would all day now until the brandy got her heart healed.

He stayed in his room for the rest of the day, and kept out Mara and her knowing smiles of invitation. It was almost painful to open the door when a servant knocked. He had expected it to be an invitation to the wives apartments, to Hurickia and her cold sharp tongue. Instead, the servant delivered the King's signet ring. He had only hours now, the doctors thought he would not leave the bed again.

Prince Carsol looked at the ring stupidly. He was invited later by servant to the circle lounge where all the family was waiting.

He followed and came up to the room below the King's quarters. He was surprised to see Aurelia when he entered the room. In the middle sitting at a circular couch was Hurickia. He paused entering the room. Save those two, it was empty.

Prince Carsol forced himself to speak. "So, what brings you by, Aurelia?"

She smiled and crossed over to embrace him.

Hurickia's forced smile vanished, her eyes took on their icy glare. What followed, if overheard by a passerby, would have sounded like a traditional love triangle argument between the two competing parties. Hurickia lashed out verbally at Aurelia, using horrendous language and cutting deeply into Aurelia's sensitive nature.

The worst, of course, was that for the first time, Hurickia had completely and dramatically exposed her torrid, if illegal, relationship with her son. The news landed on Aurelia like a crushing ocean wave. She immediately resisted it as a terrible lie, but the ferocity of Hurickia's confrontation was proof enough.

Aurelia was devastated, naturally. Her legs weakened and she fell back onto the small sofa along the outside of the room next to potted plants she seemed to try hiding behind. Hurickia was relentless, and Aurelia could barely get a word in edgewise. Worse, she didn't even know what to say. Within minutes, she had gone slack and hid her face in her arms, begging Hurickia to leave her alone.

Finally, she fled. Prince Carsol was slapped away as he reached for her. Just like that, he lost.

"The family is upstairs. Come with me Prince Carsol." She entreated as she grabbed his hand.

Her action, beyond cruel and unnecessary, was stupid. She'd risked their entire relationship to act territorial. Prince Carsol never was one to resist and even now, he couldn't take back his hand or say a word of how he felt. He didn't know how he felt. He was in an odd place of numbness. He went upstairs and said good-bye to his sleeping father while holding the hand of his wife, the prince's mother and lover.

She guided him then to her bedchamber. Servants politely passed quietly in this sad time. The prince was in a blur of emotion as he was brought to the bedroom. As always, she stripped first and watched him. After a long moment habit kicked in and he moved slowly. He removed his clothes, they moved as one to the bed, he massaged her feet, kissing her toes tenderly. Hurickia was surprised, but she took it as a clear sign that Prince Carsol had come to his senses and realized how precious their love was. She gave herself to his advances.

Hurickia moved him up and straddled Prince Carsol on the bed. She pressed her lovely face to his and sucked his lips into her mouth. Prince Carsol's hands were immediately groping. Hurickia's petite frame required no bra, and his hands coursed over her smooth back, eventually coming around the front to find her small pert breasts. Her nipples were stiffened, and Hurickia shivered as her son's familiar touch caressed them. She chewed on his lower lip and thrust her crotch against him.

The lovers reenacted their traditional lovemaking routine. Prince Carsol straddled Hurickia's narrow torso. She took him lovingly into her mouth, relishing with satisfaction that she had earned his love this time. She was exceedingly loving and generous as she sucked on his cock, taking extra time to deep throat, tease the head, lick the length; she even took his hairless scrotum into her mouth. Prince Carsol noticed the extra attention and made sure his appreciation was vocalized.

Before he got too close to orgasm, Prince Carsol withdrew from the delightful confines of his mother's mouth, and descended to his familiar cunnilingus position. Hurickia readily parted her legs. Prince Carsol reciprocated his mother's attentive oral ministrations, bringing her to orgasm slowly, lovingly, tenderly, passionately. His tongue plied her wet folds like the sharp prow of a ship through gentle waters.

Prince Carsol felt her thighs tighten around his head has her climax came on. He intensified, pushing her faster to her orgasm. She swooned with great emotion, he noticed, and Prince Carsol understood the significance of his giving act for his mother this night.

Finally, the time came for the 'special place'. They worked as a practiced team as Prince Carsol slid effortlessly into Hurickia's warm rectum. Hurickia played with her nipples, and Prince Carsol sucked on her toes. She spread her labia wide, feeling Prince Carsol's pubis land against her clit. She relished that favorite feeling of fullness, the ebb and flow of Prince Carsol's looming presence in her anus. She decided to masturbate to orgasm one more time. She wanted them to come together. Hurickia watched his face intently, looking for cues to his impending climax.

Finally, Prince Carsol could no longer delay the inevitable. His nuts tightened and began to pump semen. He groaned loudly as his seed spilled deep inside his mother's ass. She sped up her clitoral contact, and her second orgasm arrived seconds after his.

Hurickia was just enjoying the final tingles of her orgasm when the lovemaking routine changed unexpectedly. At this point Prince Carsol normally fell asleep on top of her, one of her favorite parts of their ritual. This time, however, Prince Carsol remained upright and stared Hurickia right in the eye.

Hurickia was opening her mouth to ask Prince Carsol what was wrong. The words never came out. Prince Carsol suddenly clamped both hands over his mother's mouth, clamping her nose and mouth closed. At first she thought he was joking, but his grip was cruel and heavy. Hurickia began to panic.

Within seconds, Hurickia's panic was at full intensity. She started to kick wildly, and her slender arms flailed helplessly. Hurickia's waifish frame was no match Prince Carsol's robust physique. Her panic and exertion accelerated her body's consumption of oxygen, and in a haze of terror, bewilderment and deep sadness, Hurickia slowly lost her fight for survival. Hurickia's eyes rolled back in her head, her mind no longer registering the image of her son and lover on top of her, taking her life as his shrinking phallus still lingered in their most sacred shared space.

Outside the bells chimed the ascension of a new King. King Carsol Laundrew scrambled back to his room in terror. He kicked open the door already crying and bounced off of Mara.

She patted his head as he sobbed. "It is sad, Highness." She moved behind him and pushed him forward. "Lay in bed."

Before him in the suite was Aurelia sitting on his bed looking as sad and small as he felt. He was on her and holding her hand asking and begging forgiveness before he realized he was speaking.

"She had me under her spell, but not anymore. Aurelia, listen to me. Hurickia is not going to bother us anymore. I love you and I want to be with you. We can be together now, forever..."

Behind them Mara closed the doors.

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Many miles away, in another 'tower' in a Citadel, a tall muscular woman with pale skin, white hair, dark eyes that glinted like metallically, and youthful feminine looks lounged sideways on a backless couch in a library. Her belly was dilated with pregnancy as she ate grapes and stared of into space.

"The King is dead." She announced quietly.

Behind her, a dark tanned woman with purple hair and gold eyes wrote down something while a blond with dark eyes and a curvy body looked over.

"What of the marks? Have we decided which to remove?" She asked quietly.

"One killed the other, she is dead. By suffocation. Mara is preparing to tell a story of her killing herself upon the news of her one true loves death."

"Creative." The blond mused. "What of the boy-King?"

"He is exerting himself with Aurelia. He has already given her his seed."

Behind them, the tanned woman spoke up.

"Please inform Master that all actions are complete in Lafaust. He will need to be available for coronation."

The lounging woman replied. "Rinis has told him everything."

"Excellent, I'll send our notes to Pessilberg."

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