The Trikingdom Ch. 04

"Yes...yes...yessss!" the queen yelled, and then her body spasmed and jerked as she lost control. It was the hardest orgasm she had ever had in her life. Kalas could feel the walls of her cunt squeezing his cock as she came. It was too much for him and with a final grunt he buried his dick inside her as far as it would go and emptied his sperm into her greedy hole.

As she felt his cock pump its life creating fluid inside of her, she got the urge to allow conception to take place. At first she thought it would be futile, given the enchantment placed upon the duke, but suddenly she felt a surge of energy come from the forest itself to bolster the magic within her. Her eyes shot open in surprise as her power overcame his and she felt the initial stage of life begin within her womb.

The duke's arms were suddenly weak and the queen, exhausted from her physical and magical exertion, fell forward onto his chest. After a moment of recovery, she wriggled her way up his body to nuzzle her face against his, causing his cock to finally slip out of her. The heavy member rested against his stomach as it slowly shrank in size.

"That was wonderful," Ilende breathed in his ear, "but we need to clean up now. Come, there's a stream we can wash in." She crawled off his large frame, and led her lover by the hand to the stream. They both got in the cool water and washed away the traces of their coupling. She wrestled with whether or not to tell him what had happened at the end, and decided it would be too much for him to bear.

"I've never been with a man in the forest," she said as they emerged from the water. "It was more exciting than I could have imagined." She looked over the handsome young man's body and saw that his cock was once more standing at attention. "I see you enjoyed it too."

"Yes," was all Kalas could muster, as he looked away sheepishly. Despite his desire to remain faithful to his wife, he knew that if they weren't short on time he would definitely have welcomed another performance.

"Too bad we have to go," the queen said with a little pout, echoing his thoughts. "Perhaps we'll have another opportunity before you leave. If we don't, you must promise to return some time alone. My husband is not a jealous man, and wouldn't mind if you and I slipped away for a night out here."

The idea conflicted within him, but he knew that if the opportunity presented itself he would be unable to resist her offer. The pair redressed quickly, and Ilende led him on the long trek back to the castle. As they walked arm in arm she thought of how wonderful it was going to be raising another child, and of how she was going to trick her husband into believing it was his.

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Prince Dumont approached Careena and leered into her face. "You see, Duchess, I was a little upset when you broke off our engagement so you could marry that fool Kalas. I had heard tales of your great beauty and was looking forward to the day when I would possess it for myself." As he spoke his eyes roamed all over her body. She lashed out at his face with her elbow but the prince backed away quickly.

"Now, now, Duchess, there's no reason to behave that way," King Drakin said. "King Bromen said you might be a little resistant to our method of negotiating so I came up with this little scheme. I apologize if it's made you a little uncomfortable."

"Uncomfortable?!" Careena spat. "Release me this instant!"

"Given your attitude at the moment, I don't think that would be a good idea. You might try to hurt us, and that would spoil our fun," Drakin replied.

"I can imagine what 'fun' the two of you have in mind, and I can tell you I will not allow that to happen," she said angrily. "Now let me go, and I will forget about this incident, and not mention it to my husband."

Dumont slowly walked around to the backside of the wooden slab. "You will not tell your husband anyway," he said as he pulled on a handle attached to the back. "If you do, we will not agree to the marriage arrangement between me and Princess Larise."

"I won't sign the agreement anyway, now that I know this is how you two behave," she said with fire in her eyes. "I would never allow a friend to be subject to your degenerate carnality." As the prince pulled, the wooden slab she was attached to tilted back and she was suddenly being raised off her feet. For a brief moment all her weight was painfully placed on her wrists, until the board tilted all the way back to a horizontal position.

The king placed props at both ends of the board while his son held it in place. "That's an empty threat, Duchess," the king said. "We know what will happen if you don't make this arrangement happen. King Bromen will dissolve your marriage, and then we will insist that the original marriage arrangement be reinstated. I guarantee that you will end up right back here." To punctuate his point he grabbed one of her ankles and forced her foot, sole down, in what amounted to a leather shoe that was attached to the board. She tried to kick him away with her other foot, but it was quickly grabbed by the prince and restrained in the same manner.

Her feet were spread far apart with her knees bent, but she was still able to keep her thighs closed. Then each man grabbed a knee and pulled them apart before securing them with a leather strap. Had she not still been wearing her clothing she would have been completely exposed to their view. As it was, she felt thoroughly humiliated, and extremely angry. Another strap went across her torso, just under her breasts, holding her entire body down.

"You need to get one thing straight, duchess," the king said, "you are at our mercy. We have you caught, and we will have our fun with or without your cooperation. Release is not what you should be negotiating."

"What should I be negotiating, then!" she screamed. "You two have me 'caught', as you say. The only thing I want is to be let go."

"How about the treatment of Princess Larise, while we're married?" the prince suggested.

"Or more favorable, tariffs on the goods you export to Daarkscrag?" the king said.

"What do you two get out of it?" she asked, icily. "You already said you'll take what you want from me."

"Cooperation," the king said. "You tell us your terms, and if we agree, we get your complete cooperation."

Careena looked from one face to the other and saw that there would be no diverting them from this course of action. She also knew there was no getting out of her bonds. But if she agreed to cooperate, they would release her, and she might have a chance to escape.

"All right," she spat, "since you intend to defile me either way, I will agree. But I want your word that Larise will be treated with dignity and respect, and if I hear one word from her to the contrary I will tell my husband about this, no matter the consequences."

"Easily done," the prince said. "We have enough playthings. Anything else?"

"Yes, Torlil Valley. I want you to sign over Torlil Valley as part of the marriage agreement," she said.

Torlil Valley was an uninhabited region on the border between Daarkscrag and the Trikingdom that contained large iron deposits. The land wasn't fit for anything other than mining the ore, but Daarkscrag had been unable because the only way to cart the ore out would have been to go through Trikingdom land. The Trikingdom knew this and promised that any ore leaving the valley would be heavily taxed, making it unprofitable for Daarkscrag mine. King Drakin had tried several times to get King Bromen to lower the proposed tax but since the Trikingdom coveted the iron he refused.

"Smart girl," the king said with a grin. "Agreed. As it stands it's useless to us anyway. But you must do whatever we say for the next hour, no complaints or the deals off."

"Agreed," she said slowly through clenched teeth.

Both men smiled broadly. "Dumont, you can go first since she was supposed to be your wife," the king told his son.

"Thank you father," the prince said as he began to take off his clothes. "I was hoping to go first. She's already in the position I want to try first."

Careena didn't understand what the prince meant at first until, when he was fully nude, he produced a knife and began cutting away her undergarments.

"Please," she pleaded, "there's no need for that. I already agreed to do everything you asked. Just release me and I'll remove my clothes."

"I know, Duchess, but for now I like you just the way you are," the prince said, "and remember, no complaining."

Careena's mind reeled. If he didn't release her she would have no chance for escape. She was beginning to come to the conclusion that there might not be any way out of this predicament. The prince had his hands all over her thighs while he cut her underclothes and she hated the feel of them on her skin. Once he made the final cut, he pulled the fabric away and then flipped up her dress, exposing her sex to their view.

"Look at that sweet little pussy," the king said to his son as they admired the view. The prince ran his hand lightly along the blond curls at the top, and lower down towards her opening. Careena gasped at the intrusion in her most sensitive area as the prince pushed a finger inside.

"She's dry," the prince commented. "I'll have to get her warmed up."

He climbed onto the board and put his head between her legs. He kissed the soft skin on her thighs on the way up to their apex. King Drakin watched in amusement as the young duchess squirmed and bit her lip to keep from crying out. Her eyes were shut tight as if she were trying to banish the image of them from her memory.

When the prince's lips latched onto her clit, an involuntary gasp escaped her lips before she was able to bite down and stifle it. She hated what these men were doing to her, but she couldn't deny that what the prince was doing was exciting her body. Like her sister said, she enjoyed sex. The medallion she wore couldn't change that fact; it could only give her the control of who she chose as a partner. Unfortunately, these two bastards had taken that choice away from her.

"How does she taste?" the king asked his son.

"Delicious," the prince said in between flicks of his tongue up and down her clit.

Careena's face burned with anger and embarrassment as she heard them talk. She wished they would be quiet so she could imagine it was Kalas's tongue between her legs. Despite her revulsion, her body was responding to the prince's ministrations and it was becoming harder for her to hold back the groans threatening to erupt from her throat. She had already lost control of the lower part of her body and was thrusting her pelvis at his working mouth.

She was quickly building to an orgasm and she couldn't stop it. "Oooooohhhhhh!" she suddenly gasped. Her bottom tensed and her hips rose as she mashed her cunt against Dumont's face. The rest of her body shuddered as her orgasm washed over her. When her hips fell and her bottom once again rested on the wooden slab the prince lifted his head, his face slick with her juices.

"She's certainly easy to warm up," Dumont remarked to his father.

"King Bromen said she would be," Drakin said.

The prince kneeled between her legs, his cock in hand. "Are you ready for me, Duchess?" the prince teased. She didn't answer but gave him a disdainful look. He laughed at her reaction and lined his dick up at her wet opening. He slowly pressed it inside her, his eyes on her face watching her reaction the entire time. She turned her head to the side, unable to meet his gaze.

"Oh gods, Father," the prince moaned, "you're going to enjoy this when it's your turn." She was so wet, Dumont had no trouble burying himself up to the balls on the first thrust. He wasted no time pounding his cock in and out of her slick passage. Despite his bravado, the prince was actually quite inexperienced when it came to sex. Up until recently, he had only been with a few of the castle's servant girls and those had been quick, furtive liaisons.

Then his Father had caught him with one of the servants. She was fairly pretty, and the prince had actually liked her, but the king ruined it for him. Instead of interrupting the young couple, the king had watched them unseen, and then insisted on a fuck from the girl as soon as his son had finished. The prince had been so afraid and the girl so shocked that before either could protest the king had bent her over and entered her from behind. That had begun the prince's education in what the king called "fun sex" as the two passed the girl back and forth for the rest of the afternoon.

After that, the two shared a few other young women before the king came up with this scheme. Dumont was eager to pay the duchess back for slight of breaking off their engagement even though the two had never really met, and he got a perverse thrill from the thought of fucking Kalas's wife. He had always been a little jealous of the duke when they were children, which was why he always delighted in tormenting him.

Careena hated what the prince was doing to her, and hated herself even more for her body's response. She couldn't believe that she was actually wet for the man! But there was nothing she could do; she had no way to escape. It got even worse when she felt hands turning her head. It was the king; he had undressed and his cock was bobbing obscenely in front of her face. "Suck it!" the king hissed. Careena stared at it for a moment and watched a drop of precum seep out of the slit.

Right then and there she made a decision. These men were getting off on the shame and humiliation they were causing her, and there was really no reason for her to feel that way. She had no choice in what was happening so there was nothing shameful about what she was doing. Her body was already telling her how she should react. She didn't need to act like a slut, but she didn't have to act timid or weak either. So she opened her mouth without hesitation, and swallowed the king's cock down to the balls, while she stared him in the eyes defiantly. She noted that his cock was much small than her husband's, and she could tell that the prince's was too, as he clumsily pounded it in and out of her cunt.

"It's a good thing my husband and I haven't had sex for a few days," she said, releasing the king's cock from her mouth for a moment. "I don't think I'd be able to feel either one of your little things inside of me if we had."

She had startled the prince so much when she spoke that his rhythm was completely broken and he had to pause to readjust himself and start again. She resumed felating the king, and she wasn't sure, but it seemed like his cock had lost a little of its stiffness. She began raising her hips to meet Dumont's thrusts, hoping to get him in a better rhythm. If she was going to be subjected to his cock, she was going to get as much enjoyment out of it as she could. Maybe it would get him off faster and her released from the infernal wooden slab.

The duchess's actions were having an effect on the young prince. He had never had a woman respond like that to him before. Suddenly, without warning, he grunted and shot his load inside her. Careena felt a few weak pulses before his cock limply fell out of her.

"Well, at least you made me cum with your mouth," she said to Dumont. "Why don't you move over and let your father have a try?" she suggested mockingly. "Are you going to release me, or do you need to have me restrained to make yourself fell more powerful too?" she asked the king.

King Drakin didn't answer, but he did start undoing the restraints. Dumont produced a key and un-cuffed her wrists. She sat up on the slab and rubbed feeling back into her hands and wrists. She hadn't realized how numb they had become. Her dress was bunched at her waist, exposing her lower half obscenely. She could feel the prince's sperm start to drip out of her cunt.

"Do you want to use your mouth on me too?" she teased King Drakin, spreading her legs. "Maybe you could clean up the mess your son made."

Drakin knew she was just trying to anger him and decided not to play her little game. "Take off your clothes," was all he said in response. He watched as she obeyed, but with a defiant smile on her face.

Careena had given serious thought about trying to bolt, but her legs were cramped from the position she had been in, and she knew there was no way she would make it a few steps before one of the two caught her. She resigned herself to her fate, and decided not to give them any reason to take back any of the concessions they had given her, but she wouldn't play the victim either.

Once she had removed her clothing the king ran an appreciative hand over both of her large breasts. She resisted the urge to shudder, and tried to strike a pose of indifference. His hand went to the medallion that hung around her neck.

"Did your husband give this to you?" he asked.

"No, my sister," she responded. "It stays on," she said sternly before he could say anything else about it.

He didn't say anything more, but grabbed her by the shoulders, spun her around, and forcefully pushed her down so that she was bent over the wooden slab. He spread her plush butt cheeks apart and rammed his stiff prick into her sperm filled cunt, driving the air out of her lungs.

She gasped at the assault, and Drakin chuckled, but she quickly composed herself. As the king began sawing his member in and out, she had to admit that he was much better than his son. His cock was hitting her clit at just the right angle with long, slow strokes and she doubted she would be able to hold back the passion she could feel building in her sex.

"Why don't you have her clean you up," the king grunted to his son. "She really knows how to use her mouth."

Careena was trying to think of a scathing retort, but couldn't before the prince's re-hardening cock was bobbing in front of her face. It was still covered in cum, and the thought made her want to gag, but she took it in one hand and pulled it into her mouth. She had a hard time swallowing the slimy fluid from his penis, but she managed to clean all traces of it.

She concentrated on sucking the prince's spongy member. It distracted her from the pleasurable pounding the king was giving her. Dumont was moaning in front of her while Drakin was gasping behind. She was aware of the king's hands gripping her waist tightly, as he pulled her back onto him at the same time he surged forward. Every time his cock rushed forward, it pushed some of his son's cum out of her hole, and now her thighs and bottom, and his balls and stomach were covered in the slippery fluid, creating a loud slapping sound every time their bodies crashed together. The sound filled her ears, drawing her mind back to the pleasure she was feeling down below.

The orgasm she tried to hold back, exploded out of her suddenly. She lost control of her body, and grabbed hold of the prince's thighs, actually pulling him further into her mouth as waves of pleasure wracked her body. Her thighs and butt tensed, making her pussy that much tighter for the king as he continued to fuck his cock in and out of her hole.

The king watched and felt her orgasm with amusement. "See, isn't it so much better that you cooperated?" the king teased once she had settled down.

"Just shut up and fuck me," the duchess responded, trying to sound defiant. He chuckled and started to thrust his cock harder and faster.

It never ceased to amaze the prince every time he watched his father make a girl cum with his cock. He had never been able to, had never felt what it was like to be inside a woman when she reached that ultimate peak. He envied his father for that ability.

A few moments later, the king was emptying his own load inside the young duchess, adding to his son's. Careena just lay on the slab for a moment, after he finished, feeling the combined cum from father and son oozing out of her. She fought back the feelings of humiliation and forced herself off the slab and looked in the eyes of both men.