Duty Ch. 01

The characters:

King Deolin:

Height: 5'11

Age: 47

He is the ruler of the kingdom; standing at 5'11 the stresses of ruling express themselves along his face. His black hair showing a trim of silver, his beard showing the opposite; a dark grey beard showing hints of black. Dedicated to his kingdom he seems indifferent to all other matters, he is hard working.

Queen Hela:

Height: 5'5

Age: 32

The restorer of the world as she's called. At the age of 20 she took it upon herself to mend the wounds of the human world. Offering her hand in marriage with King Deolin; uniting the two human kingdoms, deterring all enemies. At her age now she's as beautiful as ever, her blonde hair bright and her green eyes still glimmering with hope.

Chief Guardess Toral:

Age: 19

Height: 6'1

The leader of the imperial guard. Born a barbarian she spent her childhood trapped between the three warring elf, human and orc worlds. Found alone, starving and wounded by Hela she was nursed in the Capitol, becoming fiercely loyal to her savior. Her skills from her constant state of warfare, and information from her proximity to the elves and orcs made her invaluable.

An intimidating beauty, her green eyes hiding behind her messy short blonde hair. Her large bust and strong tanned body always modestly hiding under her plate armor.

Act 1: The Guard

The familiar sounds from her late night guard duty were becoming all too frequent these last few months; she knew there had to be a reason. Standing outside the doors of the King and Queen, she could hear it all. She could hear every noise: the grunts, the moans, the screams...the leg of the bed snapping off again.

Toral was stuck doing the one thing she hated the most: keeping her sword sheathed. Her life was built around fighting, it's what she loves. She was bored; she was meant to kill guards, not be one. However she owed her life to the queen, and she would forever be in her debt.

Things had gone quiet for awhile, herself almost getting comfortable before she heard the heavy chamber door to her right creaking open.

The nude King exited the room, walking into the hallway he made his way opposite of Toral. Down that way would be the bathroom, a common visit. Toral couldn't help but look at the King; nothing out of desire but more of a curious examining from under her helm.

It didn't take long to see his half erect, puffed member swinging and tapping against his thigh.

It was impressive; pushing against his leg he must have been hanging 7 inches down in this state. His midnight slumber after his time with the queen causing the tip his cock to leak slightly as he walked down the hallway. His seed leaking cock was leaving splotches on the floor; making his path. Perhaps it was from the primal environment of her youth, maybe it was just her own unprovoked thoughts...But in that moment such a display oozed utter dominance in her mind, he was marking his territory like a beast. It was the only time since her arrival here that a man had won her attention and respect: a good display by the king.

Act 2: The sovereign

Reliving himself the King ventured at back towards his chambers, passing his guard he entered the room; closing the door behind himself.

"Sneaking away for rest already?" He heard in a humorous tone across the bed: the queen was awake. Climbing under his sheets, the King replied in kind. "Oh please, aren't you the one who decided to sleep?" The two moved to one another: the laying his arm overtop of her side, as he pushed himself up against her from behind. She wasn't sure if the king realized his own body, but she could feel him making a mess against her thigh. His body was making a point; it wasn't finished.

She couldn't help but play along; she shuffled her soft thighs against his long dick, lifting her leg to let his member slide between her skin.

She could feel his arms hug more tightly around her and he inhaled sharply from the soft feeling. She felt it; her body burning as much as his. He was her husband, her man and she was responsible for his well being.

Between the throbbing cock, soft panting and reassuring thrusts of his hips she was feeling self gratification.

She felt his large body pressing against her; his curly deep greying chest hair pushing against her back, rolling her over onto her belly as he mounted her. There wasn't another word spoken; his thick cock pulsed and pushed against her skin as he wrapped his strong arm around her neck, letting her chin sit into the crease of his arm. His hand shuffled down between their bodies as he gripped his eager glistening rod, he leaned his body down against hers as he slid his cock in between her soaked folds.

His warm breath rolled down her neck as he was enveloped in the sweet feeling of her pussy, he couldn't wait to feel her entirely.

Deolin tightened his arm around her as he bellowed a deep grunt, snapping his hips forward and burying his warm throbbing cock down into her entirely. He spent no time getting to work; he gripped against her side as he began his long strokes, his cock smacking and flexing against her cervix at the end of each thrust.

As the King grunted and panted in her ear she was was in a bliss, with every smack of his large head against her cervix she felt chills. As he put his weight behind each thrust she could feel the butterflies churning in her stomach, the same way he could feel his seed churning in his heavy balls as they slapped away. He laid his head over her shoulder as sweat dripped down his chin. His thrusts were taking the rhythm of a wild animal; that there was none, they were growing more sporadic by the moment as he strained his body.

She knew the body of her husband as she did her own, the pleasure she knew he was feeling was driving her near the edge. Her toes curled as her pussy leaked onto the bed, and the king's strong thrusts causing some to splash all over the two. "I feel it...you're almost...oh gods" she mumbled out, her own body reached its limit of sanity.

The same wild beast like instincts that moved his hips filled his mind. He roughly slammed away as his large hanging balls almost slushed with his fluids. He could only think of one thing: planting his Royal seed in her womb. The King gasped and grit his teeth as he made a long, and powerful final thrust. He felt her constrict around his thick cock as he came; spraying his thick hot seed everywhere, plastering her insides.

He removed his arm from her neck as he wrapped them around her body. Hugging himself tightly up against her back, kissing the nape of her neck. His cock staying secured in place as he kept his come deeply embedded in her.

"I love you Hela" he panted weakly as the queen turned her head, planting a soft kiss against his lips. "I love you too."