The King's Wish

The queen now has you lay back into your regular position on the bed. When you are as you are supposed to be....she orders Liv to take her place between your legs,.....and,.....and spit the contents of her mouth deep inside the slippery channel that still has the Prince's seed! It seems that our queen is indeed twisted as hell,....but twisted with a plan. For she knows that there may be a slight chance that the Prince is not fully capable of siring a child,..and this will insure to a degree, of making her son and husband happy. Certainly no wilder of a plan than that which had been conjured up by the men in this endeavor............

Once Liv has filled you with this wicked new lot of slurry,...the queen orders that she now become the cork that was intended of her all along,...and that tonight she will not fail in her duties! The queen will post a female guard of sorts to make sure her wishes are met. Then she issues these words upon you....

"There are but just four mouths that know of the activities performed here this evening...just four! If I should ever hear of a fifth mouth utter a word of this in the future,....the I assure you both, that there won't be a forest dense enough,....a mountain high enough,....or a valley to far away,...where I cannot find you and introduce you to your maker!! Now stay as I have placed you dear girls,..or you will wished you had!....."

Last night was long and lonely enough,..but this night was just insufferable!! This night you must lay still,.. and not let your maiden disconnect from your littered cunt. There will be no sleep. And as for your poor little darling Liv,..she struggles with doing what she has neglected to do all this time. Her ass still stings and her tongue is tired,..but she clings to your sex with abandon...knowing full well the consequences if she does not. You can feel her trembling in effort,.. but you don't dare comfort her ..or give her a break...for you see the guard clearly and don't want her to suspect any hanky-panky is afoot. Surely the ruddy faced old woman would squeal to the queen if she saw one minor thing....a chance you dare not take seeing as the lady guard never,..ever stops looking in your direction........

Another 28 day cycle passes and the physician examines you in front of the queen. They seem quite pleased that you are indeed carrying life now....and interestingly enough...so is your darling little chamber maid! This too was all part of the queen's plan. She knew that this was a possibility,...and a chance to effectively double the chances of a boy child being delivered to her son and her dear husband the King. The physician however,..did not know of the debauchery involving Simon and the keen plan of her lordship,...so it can to him as quite the phenomena that your little Liv would be pregnant too. It dawned on him that perhaps this was a topic for study. Perhaps somehow he had stumbled onto the fact that young girls could indeed become pregnant by repeated exposure of semen through the mouth. An oral conception if you will. He let the queen know of his excitement of discovery. But the queen could only chuckle to herself over the physicians folly. It was just like a man to be so gullible and sent on a wild goose chase at the mere thought of becoming famous for a discovery of any awkward caliber. She would let him have his egotistical quest for knowledge,....and she would never,.ever tell him the whole story. And neither dared you....

Now you and Liv are sequestered to a nice little cottage that is completely supervised by the queen. Your days are filled with comfort and luxury. There is little that you need to do but be served nutritious meals and bask in literature and art,.. while your baby grows inside you. The fact that there are no men at the cottage, or anywhere in sight, is by the queens demand. But even so,...your darling little servant makes sure that you are properly comforted....so nicely flushed of your naughty sexual urges....that the comfort of men is not necessary. Almost every night the two of you cuddle and play...except on those occasions when the queen comes and takes Liv to her chambers....for the selfish experience of her talented tongue.............

On a light snowy morning at the cusp of spring...you bare forth a beautiful little girl. The queen is notified, but does not send a message to the castle, pending Liv's results. She crosses her fingers and waits for the opportunity to present both a boy and a girl to her son. She is truly devilish, but wise. She will tweak the lines of history if she must....but dearly wants to bring in a male heir to her thrilled husband...something she knows will bring him unparalleled happiness......

And how right she was to stick with her designs....for two days hence,....Liv brought to the world a darling little boy!.......

Now the queen's well thought out plan was in full bloom. She will present the two children to her son as paternal twins. The boy she names, Derek,...and the girl gets the name you offer,...Willow. This will be a thrilling day for father and son,...and go a long way in bolstering the Prince's feeling of manliness and self worth. What more could a mother possibly do for her son....?

After three months had past,...your body healed to a point where evidence of a birth was no longer apparent. And it was here too that the queen decided to finally take the children from the cottage and present them to King Daniel and the Prince. As with any mother,...there was a moment of sorrow. But the fact that Liv would be staying on and working the nursery as their nanny,...made it a little easier. Couple this with the realization that your daughter,..and Derek,.. would be living out their lives in privilege and comfort,..made it better too. And the Prince would just love your little Willow. You could already see that she had his eyes and chin..........

There were two carriages that day. One for you shared with two Monks,...and one for the queen and her grandchildren. Before parting ways,..the queen once again spoke to you in that cautionary tone. She reaffirmed her position on the way she had conducted everything,...and warned you that any disclosure of any sort,...would draw severe penalties. There was no doubt in you that she meant every single word......

The trip back to your village was somewhat more comfortable than your abduction,...albeit a lot slower. By the time the six hour ride had finished,...you kind of wished that the horseman that pulled you away,...would be responsible for a round trip. But be that as it may,....you were returned to almost the same spot as you'd been taken,...and greeted into the arms of friends and family......

And no one was happier to see you then your husband!! By the time the kissing and hugging embraces had stopped,..many of your well-wishers had departed to have dinner,..and the two of you were left to talk in a somewhat private moment. Your husband understandably wanted to know what had happened to you,...what the hell has happening to you for over a year. So thinking quickly,..you tell him that the King knew his time was running short and wanted to be surrounded by as many women as possible. He had a certain specification of what he liked,...and would have dozens of you sit within his eyesight,..with little or no clothes on. In the garden,...in the festival hall,...even in his bathhouse,...but never in his bed chambers,..and never without the supervision of his queen. This is the fib you told him,...and the Monks swore that it was all true.........

Now five years had past and the entire incident had largely been forgotten. Dinner had just been finished this evening,....and the children sent to their bunks. You can tell that your husband has had an easy day at his working and is in fine spirits tonight. This is good,...because you need him as many wives need their husbands. Well,..sort of....

In a quiet moment at the table,..you reach for his hand and give it a loving squeeze. He is familiar with this gesture and draws you close in intimate embrace. Playfully you unbutton your blouse and let him suckle on the nips of your tits,....drinking in the tingling feeling as his tongue swabs the taunt flesh,...and sends messages to your womanhood to flood with juice. Reaching down into your laps,..you can feel that he is indeed interested and very ready for your act of love. You stand and peel away your dress. He lifts his ass from the chair and shucks his trousers to the floor. With hip swaying seduction,..you back into him and let his cock have fleeting dabs against your wetness. Now you have the undivided attention of the man,...and his prong.....

While he sits in the chair and eyes his wife,...you find the crease of your sex and spread your outer lips wide. Then slowly and deliberately,...you up until you find the target of his tool and sink down onto him until he whispers in a snarl,...and his manhood is firmly planted in the hollows of your cunt. Once joined,...you bend forward and hook your arms behind your knees,....and slowly rock in short jabs,...until his needy pole turns to a rod of iron....

While this connection is indeed pleasing,...he knows that your efforts to fuck him in the chair are going to take far too long to complete. So with an insistent push,...you are sent to the floor in an open legged kneel,....were he comes up behind you once more,...and fills you with cock until he hears you moan. Now the hard drilling starts. His thrusts are in tempo with his aroused need. Faster and faster he pumps,....until it is felt that this effort will take you to the edge. Whatever he is thinking,..it only adds to the stiffness at your pussy,.. and you are free to think your own thoughts. Like.....

......how nice it is to get fucked in the fresh air by the young King,...like today,...with him pounding you into fits of orgasm while one of his servants does the clothes washing in your stead. How while you took a rest,...he charmed you with locks of hair from what he knows to be your children,...he tells cute little stories about their daily antics,...and slips you a small portrait of their likenesses so that you can see how they've grown. Then pressing you back to the earth,...he again stretches your cunt,... and throws you back into the realm of fantastic sexual intercourse,...pushing with thrusts just short of pummeling your mound,...keeping at it until you once again cry out in pleasure,...and he ultimately spills his baby batter deep into your pocket....

.....and what about that intriguing fellow you spoke to just after returning to town. God he is just the horniest devil......!

That's all it takes for you,.. as you feel your husband pulse in pending release. The very thought of his cream being injected into the same spot as the King's,.. has your hips bucking back against the intruder with equal pounding force. Your eyes shut hard,..and your quiet mewling groan escapes the depths of your lungs. He moans like a wild animal...and plants the strings of hot seed into you like a geyser....! Now you have what you need,....just in case another ' little miracle ' should happen.......

You might ask how it is I can write of such a detailed account of royal scandal,.. seeing that the very few that actually participated in the breeding event, dared not say anything,... either through fear,..or ridicule in their social standing. It would be a legitimate question though,...and one that I will try to answer...

You see,.. my name is John Sinclair. I have recently taken up the the time honored occupation as a scribe,..and am now the apprentice to the man who the queen might describe as the dreaded.... ' fifth mouth '........

One particularly dark night,..the topic of the young queen's toddlers came into question as we drank ale. I had my own theories about what could have transpired and rambled on with my thoughts. Even though my mentor sat quietly in tolerance of my ignorance,...it finally got the best of him. With him warning me not to interrupt,..he spoke from memory and spilled forth the most astonishing tale! He told of kidnapping and forced conception. He spoke of untold debauchery of the most twisted sort,.. and the older queen's expert hand in successful child bearing manipulation. The whole story kept me glued to my seat in wide eyed interest,...and seething arousal. But as I listened,...I couldn't help but think that this man of riddles and horse manure might have had too much to drink,...and an overly salacious imagination......

For this I will have to someday apologize......

As I've said before,..King Daniel was indeed wise,...and often thoughtful. He knew that this whole event was quite out of the ordinary. He also knew that there would be a day when his grandchild would ask of himself that nagging question we all ponder at one time or another,...he would have doubts about his lineage and want to know how he came to be. The King thought that the only way to do it was to document the whole naughty mess,..from beginning to end. That's when he commissioned my mentor into his employ. It was his job to be as stealth as one had never been before,..and to accurately record everything that happened to this captured Holly person. Nothing was to be left out...and no embellishments were to be included either. Once the child was born....the journal was to be sealed and hidden by the Monks,...and offered to this child upon their 40th birthday. It was a gift to someone he would love dearly and hardly get to know very well,..and yet,...the whole story had been sealed away,..even from his eyes........

What I had heard that evening was just to extraordinary to fathom. Curiosity got the best of me and I set out to confirm as much of the story for myself.....

I did meet with a beautiful young lady that called herself Liv. I didn't let on that I was investigating anything,...but I did trick her into showing me her tongue...and boy was I surprised....! It was beginning to look like the old buzzard was indeed true in his tale...

But what has tipped the scales in making this even more authentic is the activities I seen of Holly. I have observe her and the young King in sexual intercourse many times from the perch of tall trees. Thankfully,..never falling out of them,.. and note once being detected by his guards. I don't know of his level of mating habit with the young queen,...but I do know that he visits this woman often,..starting out from the castle early in the day and returning quite close to dinner. I've witnessed the beauty of her being bent over a fallen oak branch,..and reamed into panting pleasure by his lordship......then once on another occasion where they joined in a lover's holiday and fucked in the shallow waters of a river bends sandy beach,....and twice now,.. at a grassy knoll partially hidden by leaning birch trees as they have done today. All of the couplings seem to be quite lavishly enjoyed,.. and unhurried.........

So armed with all that I now know,...and drawing upon some unknown courage,..I approached this woman as she got back to town today and introduced myself. Our conversation started off smoothly and she listened as I tried to diplomatically edge it towards the true nature of my interest. Deeper and deeper I delved into my topic and explanation,..with her quietly smiling and listening to every word. At some point I think she could detect some sense of a young man's larcenous hint at blackmail and made a decision. With the basket of wet wash at our feet,..she leaned in and gave me a friendly hug. And there in probable sight of many,..she reached down and gave my waxing manhood a loving squeeze.........

" If I am to service two this day,....then why not three...?"..she whimpered coarsely in my ear...

Now you must know that it was she,...not I,...that suggested I tuck myself away in this small cubby hole and observe as she works her seductive magic on her husband. It is with wide eyes and a held breath that I watch this vexing woman bring her husband the joy of which all humans crave. At last I see the beautiful charm of her womanhood up close,..and can see why those scholarly men chose her in the first place. Even as she approaches a reported fifty years of age,..one would never guess by the amount of sultry verb in which she treats the males need,.. and the beautiful way that she applies her vast carnal knowledge. Again she takes the hardened cock of a aroused man,...and even though he has most likely been awash in her charms numerous times,..she still coaxes out the evidence of his profound pleasure in the time that it takes an inchworm to move but a couple feet.......

So now all I can do is wait out my stay in these cramped quarters and pray the husband goes to bed soon. My straining prick has been making quite a nuisance out of itself and I am anxious to plant it in the hot confines of places that Kings and commoner husbands are now allowed to enjoy. Her promise of comfort is the only thing that keeps me still. I wait,....and I wait,...imagining nothing else but the remarkable pleasure that is about to happen between the spread legs of this magnificent siren,.....that glorious time between the first moment when her husband drifts off into slumber,.......and the rooster crows at dawn.....