Princess Xxalia Ch. 03

"Come Mother, let me have you," said a distinctly male voice.

The princess stopped suddenly at the unexpected sound. She hadn't seen anyone enter the gardens and wondered where the voice had come from. Famous for being the most exquisite in the land the Farentine palace gardens were a pleasure she'd only just discovered. Her mind had been in turmoil in the weeks since she learned of her father's betrayal but the freshness of the air combined with the interlacing scents of the flowers and plants were a far better tonic than anything the palace physician had offered. She was even finding peace after the brazen encounter with her brother Bayu a few days earlier. A sudden yearning bloomed at the memory of him and she fought to push the threat of arousal from her mind.

A woman's laughter brought her back to the realisation that she was not alone in her sanctuary. The gardens were accessible by palace dwellers but she found herself a little annoyed to hear other voices and have her solace disturbed. She quietly made her way to an arbour covered in ivy, an archway that framed the way into the next garden room. One could easily lose themselves in the intricate tapestry of shrubs and trees that created walls and boundaries to entice and inspire and lead the appreciative wanderer through a maze of colour, texture and scent.

A majestic tree grew at the heart of the room, its thick branches heralding a great canopy of shimmering leaves. With the approach of winter the green was changing into a glorious crown of gold. Xxalia slipped beneath the ivy arch and was shocked to see a young man, chasing a woman around the flower beds.

She pushed aside the ivy's trailing vines and instantly recognised the woman as one of the palace staff. The young man couldn't have been more than twenty. His boyish Farentine looks supported the innocence of youth and though she hadn't seen him before he was clearly enamoured with the woman he was trying to catch.

He lunged forward and grabbed the woman's arm, swinging her round to capture her fully. He clamped his mouth to hers his hands holding her securely as he kissed her deeply. The woman responded eagerly her hands holding his face to hers. He broke away and smiled, taking her hand and leading her to the soft grass under the great tree. She seated herself comfortably with her back against the trunk while the man sat beside her. He went to kiss her again but she playfully moved to avoid him.

"It does not concern you that we both face a lashing if we're caught?" she said slyly.

"We won't be caught, Mother," said the boy, kissing her mouth, "I always slip away unseen. Can I help that I need you?"

Xxalia was both intrigued and stunned. A Farentine mother and her son were cavorting in the gardens, unaware of her presence and clearly believing themselves to alone. Why would the couple face punishment for their apparent love? It hadn't occurred to her that a relationship between parent and offspring could well be frowned upon by other nations. Not only frowned upon but forbidden entirely. Was what she and her father had damning here? If Farentine was so open to a brother marrying his sister, what of the daughters and mothers who pursued relationships with their fathers and sons? Why were some punished while others accepted by law?

The boy wasn't dissuaded by the apparent punishment he was at his mother's neck, kissing her hungrily, "Let me taste you," he murmured, his hands already pulling at the lacings of her bodice. Giggling, the woman pretended to try and stop him, but the young man successfully parted the folds revealing one of her large soft breasts. He latched on eagerly, sucking and teasing the velvet peak until his mother moaned.

He pushed her to the soft grass and pulled at her skirts, hitching them to her waist. It was then Xxalia saw the soft swell of the woman's stomach. She was undeniably pregnant. The boy ran his hands over the small mound, his lips gentle as he kissed it tenderly. His mother stroked his tousled hair as he whispered to her abdomen, words of love to the unborn inside her.

"You'll be a father before the end of spring," she said as he kissed and caressed her.

Xxalia gasped. She carried her son's child! Xxalia's mind was reeling. What of the laws? Her own knowledge of Corebelean law had only encompassed a father's right to procreate with his daughter. She had not encountered laws explaining a relationship between a mother and son. She had no knowledge of the laws of Farentine. The only incestuous relationship she knew as lawful was that between brother and sister.

Why should that be so? She thought. Why should only a brother and a father have the right to bed their female relations? Did not the women of these two nations have just as much right? Shouldn't a mother be allowed to find solace with her son when she was widowed and alone?

As she watched the couple she found herself questioning the ethics of the laws the two countries had construed. She had been able to bear a son for her father under Corbelean law and she was engaged to be married to her brother under Farentine law. What of this loving pair before her?

The son's mouth moved further down, until he nuzzled at the onyx curls between his mother's exposed thighs. She gasped and whimpered in response as he nudged her inner folds and began licking the moist cleft.

As the erotic display heightened, Xxalia felt her own sex tingle. Desire grew in the pit of her abdomen, spreading heat and longing through her entire pelvis. She pushed herself further into the ivy to remain hidden, the leaves and twigs poking and scratching though she paid them no mind. As the mother moaned, Xxalia gripped herself through her skirt as the mounting ache suddenly swelled in intensity. Her breasts strained against her bodice, craving freedom as she ran a hand over them longingly. Thoughts of her father and brother blazed through her mind, their warm bodies pressing against her.

"Oh yes, yes," cried the mother. Her legs trembled at her son's shoulders, her hands pushing his head rhythmically against her soaking crevice. Xxalia had never known a man could touch a woman so. Was there such pleasure to be had as his tongue moved where she had only known fingers? She remembered the gentle way in which her father coaxed her to orgasm. His fingers were sweet but persistent and he was able to have her writhing in ecstasy and desperate for release. She shuddered, her hand gripping harder as the fabric rubbed against her and she realised the folds of her skirt were becoming damp. Her gown suddenly felt hot and heavy and she longed to tear it from her trembling body.

"Gods!" screamed the mother. Xxalia was brought back to the scene before her. The mother was shaking all over as her orgasm claimed her, the boy continued to lick at her furiously until she sighed and began to relax. He sat up, his mouth and nose glistening as he leaned over and kissed her. Swallowing hard Xxalia wondered at the taste. The mother kissed her son just as hungrily as the boy began undoing his flies, his other hand sliding back to the sodden petals. He released himself, his mother reaching and quickly taking up his hard length in her hand stroking him as he knelt before her. Xxalia gasped as the memories of her own love making with her father flooded her mind, fuelling the fire that burned deep within her core. She then shivered against the ivy as she recalled the rough way in which Bayu had driven into her.

The boy bent forward between his mother's legs, guiding himself to her entrance. Xxalia saw him push forward, his buttocks clenching as he sank deep inside her. He shuddered and groaned but immediately began to thrust with his hips. The mother bent her knees, lifting her feet from the ground. Xxalia had a clear view of the son's rigid shaft, his long firm erection sliding in and out as his balls, ripe and swinging, slapped gently against her buttocks.

Xxalia's breath caught, the boy's youth belied the maturity of his thick girth, the penetration forcing the deep pink membranes of his mother's entrance apart to accept his intrusion. Small beads of sweat prickled the princess' scalp, her own need threatening to suffocate her if she didn't find release soon.

His long hair swung forward in dark tangles. The mother pushed it from his face, pulling him to her for a kiss. The boy began to moan loudly. He leaned on his hands, his body tensing with every stroke. The mother held her pregnant belly tenderly as her son rocked her hips with every thrust.

"Mother I come," he cried and with a loud groan he jerked into her, filling her with his seed. Xxalia put her fist to her mouth to stifle her own groan of desire. He shivered as his orgasm subsided, a small stream of come escaping as he slid out and moved to lie beside his mother. The lovers held each other, caressing the mother's belly and kissing. Xxalia, her hand still gripping her sodden skirts, backed away from the scene as quickly as she could without disturbing them.

She had almost run to her rooms in her urgency for release. The damp material of her skirts continued to scrape and she could feel the wet trickle of her nectar sliding between her thighs. She longed to stroke her swollen flesh until the fires of her need consumed and engulfed her.

"Xxalia?" asked a deep male voice. She stopped suddenly and turned. King Dahl was behind her, his face quizzical as he took in her appearance, "You seem flushed are you feeling unwell?"

He was taller than her father, his wild hair framing his handsome face. She felt intimidated but was certain it was mainly due to the fact that she barely knew him. A fact she was quite happy to remain so.

"I'm quite well," she said a little too quickly. She was breathing hard from her rush to get to her room and the motion raked her nipples against the fabric of her bodice. They ached with yearning, desperate to feel her fingers toy and play with them.

She hadn't seen the king for some time and it surprised her that he was right there when she least needed to see him. Since learning of his part in her arranged marriage her feelings towards him had been more than suspect. He'd requested the Corbelean princess be the wife of his son in exchange for her father's life. He'd also planned to keep her father's betrayal a secret and the knowledge sparked a fire of doubt and uncertainty within her. Had it not been for Bayu's love and concern she might never have known the plot conspired by the two kings. The indignity heated her skin and sent the flames further to her core. In spite of her reservations she was so hot she could think of nothing but tearing her gown from her shoulders.

Annoyed at his interruption, she waited for her future father in law to dismiss her, but she could see he'd seen something in her eyes and noticed how she clung to her skirts.

"Come, I think perhaps you need something to help calm the nerves," he said.

Frustrated at further delay she was confused at his implied concern but regardless of her feelings she had no choice but to follow him back the way she'd come. Her flushed skin beaded with sweat as she kept pace, the material rasping her flesh, tingling and tormenting her in her need to find relief. She clutched at her skirts, her sex in flames as it scraped. The petals so engorged and sensitive it was all she could do to stop herself screaming out.

"I often find solace here whenever I feel," he paused to look at her intensely, "Under pressure," he finished.

She had no idea where they were but the king opened a large door and gestured for her to go in. She smiled weakly with trepidation as she passed him, her slippery thighs and soaking gown almost more than she could bear. She thought of her father's enormous shaft, erect and ready to impale her. She tried to banish the image, the ache coursing through her, making it even harder to remain standing. Her father would have taken her swiftly, entered her as roughly as she desired. She longed for the burn caused by his width as he forced her inner walls apart.

The room was a grand office with a large ornate desk at the centre. The throbbing of her channel nearly sent her reeling. She straightened in time as the king led her passed the open fire place until they reached a secluded alcove behind a heavy curtain. There was an over stuffed window seat with a myriad of coloured cushions scattered about. The immense window surrounded the seat in a semi circle, overlooking the palace gardens.

To her horror Xxalia saw the mother and son still lying beside each other, caressing and touching, oblivious to their audience. From her vantage point the princess could see the secluded garden was not as private as first thought. In spite of the thickly planted walls and towering tree, the view from above exposed the entire garden. The king would have seen the pair coupling along with anyone hiding under the ivy archway. This was why he'd brought her here.

She stood watching, wondering if the king planned to punish them. The idea of pain coupled with her arousal only sent the waves crashing through her more powerfully. She didn't care if the king had planned to use her marriage as revenge against her father, she didn't care that he could very well have the mother and son whipped. Her only objective was to bring her arousal to the fore and unburden her body with a shattering orgasm.

"Were you unsure who to report them too?" he said, his voice behind her, his body close.

She was startled by the sound, her thoughts interrupted as she gazed upon the lovers.

"No, I, I-" she stammered. Her hand squeezed the crumpled gown, her legs trembling as she envisioned herself being whipped instead of the couple. Imagined pain scorched through her and she moaned aloud, unable to stop herself.

"I could have you severely punished for withholding such information from the authorities," his lips were right at her ear his warm breath tingling against her skin, "Relations between families is strictly forbidden. They face a hundred lashes each once turned over to the courts."

"I didn't," she began, "I couldn't-" again she faltered, biting her lip hard. She couldn't stop watching them as they continued to kiss and hold each other. She smelled the king's cologne, strongly spiced it tantilised her senses with its masculine aroma.

"A witness who does not come forward also faces a severe punishment," he said, his voice now even closer. He slid a hand around her waist and she struggled for breath, his heat and strength apparent as he moved over her bodice to the curve of her breast. She gasped but didn't pull away, her urgency and desperation for release was too great. She felt his warm lips on her neck, his teeth pinching the delicate skin. Her mind instantly pulled up images of her father, her brother and the two forbidden lovers in their intimate embrace. His other hand went to the sodden patch of her skirt. He gripped her hand and the fabric beneath it, pushing it against her soaking flesh. She moaned, leaning against him and the king pushed harder.

This shouldn't be happening, she thought. He's the father of my brother, the man who will become my father in law. He's forcing me to marry his son. Her back pressed against his chest and she could feel the firm bulge of his straining manhood as it pushed against her hip. She tried to reason with herself that it was wrong, that it betrayed her father and Bayu but she was too overcome to stop it.

"I could have you arrested," he said, his tongue tracing lines along her ear, "I won't deny that terrible things would befall you should such a beautiful woman be left in the dungeon," he sucked on her earlobe, "Most Farentites abhor the idea of a child born out of wedlock, but the guards are quite proud of the fact that they are fathers to several illegitimate children."

She barely managed to stifle a cry. Regardless of the consequences she suddenly wished to be taken hard and forcefully. Images of guards having their way with female prisoners overloaded her mind. The cry she'd tried to smother erupted from her throat.

"Fifty lashes would ruin your back. A sentence justified by your lack of cooperation. Can you imagine the cord of leather scoring bloodied lines across your tender flesh? Perhaps you should buy my silence."

"Please," she pleaded. She'd been uncertain of the king's sincerity. Would he truly send her to the guards for keeping the lover's secret?

She leaned back against him in complete submission as his hands suddenly went to her bodice and with a powerful wrench he tore the restraining top half of her garment from her body. He immediately grabbed her breasts, his hands massaging the flesh and teasing her exposed peaks.

Xxalia gasped in surprise, her torso bared for the king's pleasure. She knew she should struggle and run, escape while she could but his enticing hands kept her rooted to the spot.

"Your desire burns," said the king. Through the rent fabric he slipped his hand down her belly and plunged into the soft curls between her thighs.

"Oh," she cried as his fingers slid along the drenched ribbons of her crevice.

"Gods you're wet," he murmured as his hand worked between her legs. The king found her hardened pearl, his finger scoring circles over the soaking bud. He flicked it mercilessly, pinching and tugging the tiny bead. She groaned and cried, as he tortured her. Her knees buckled but the king had a firm enough grip to keep her standing.

"Watch them," he hissed, "Witness the act of illegal incest so wilfully committed. Join them in their transgression; face the punishment for your indiscretion."

Xxalia moaned softly as she watched the pair in the garden. The son was already stroking himself, his erection growing quickly. The king pushed two fingers inside her. She cried out, her legs again buckling but he held her, forcing her to watch the coupling in the garden. The son offered his hard length to his mother. She took him in her mouth making Xxalia struggle for breath at the scene.

The king pulled at her nipple harshly, the resulting sting coursed through her body compelling her to cry out. He pinched the aching tip and twisted it roughly. The ache shot through her limbs to the deep heat of her core. She groaned loudly, relishing the pain the king inflicted. The fingers inside her wriggled and she could feel her slick coating them in abundance.

He withdrew them suddenly, his hand also leaving her breast. She turned, confused but the king went to the window seat and beckoned her to him. With her ruined gown still about her waist she went to him where he grabbed her wrist and pulled her down so that she knelt before him.

"Take me in your mouth," he demanded.

She undid the king's trousers and released the hard and heavily veined length from its bindings. Unsure, she leaned forward and opened her mouth. The king grabbed the back of her neck and drove himself into her throat. She gagged, her hands pushing against him as she tried to fight for air. The relief came when he pulled out slightly, but it was short lived as the thick phallus was rammed back in. Her eyes watering Xxalia concentrated on trying to breathe. He held her with frightening strength, forcing her to take him almost to the hilt. The dark, greying hair that surrounded his great organ tickled her nose as he raped her mouth.

Saliva poured from her lips, her throat sore as he plunged into her. He kept a firm grip on the back of her head as his hips pushed himself into her. She continued to gag and squirm, whimpering as the king's girth filled her windpipe. She began to see stars, her vision blurring until he groaned and held her still. She felt the hot stream of the king's seed fill her mouth. She swallowed as it threatened to choke her. The king pulled out and she coughed and took great gulps of air. She held her neck and she continued to swallow, the taste of the king's cream still prominent in her mouth as she wiped her aching lips with her skirt.