The King's Maid

Adalfrida, Ada for short, is a widowed maid who has served the royal family for twenty years. The late King was a noble man who ruled peacefully. Sadly, he passed away two years ago. The Queen Isolda has maintained the kingdom suitably.

The problem is their only son. Prince Ramsay is lazy, spoiled and, most of all, promiscuous. As good rulers his parents were, they failed him as parents, or so Ada thinks.

Thankfully, Ada has dodged being his personal maid. He has harassed his maids until they had intercourse. The weird part is they ended up loving it.

Ada knows firsthand, thanks to her old friend Narcissa, that the bratty Prince has an amazing... member. She always got flustered and changed the subject, but her friend kept bringing it up.

One day, a year ago, she left, just like many others before her. It's gossiped that she got pregnant with a bastard child, but she didn't confirm it before leaving, since she slowly distanced herself from everyone but the Prince.

Ada was sad, but at least she has her son Daniel. He's such a handsome, kind boy. Well, he's nineteen, but he'll always be her boy.

It's been a long time since Ramsay was old enough to take the crown, but he was too apathetic and... "busy" to take it. The nobles of the kingdom have pushed for him to finally accept it, though, and the ceremony will be tomorrow.

Queen Isolda herself has asked Ada to assist the Prince with whatever he needs, and she can't refuse her Queen. Daniel is nervous, though. As a commoner, he hasn't interacted much with the Prince, but he has suffered his sickening ways.

Daniel was infatuated with his friend, Sady. She was a gorgeous young woman, with green eyes and curly dark hair that waved like the sea whenever she turned her head.

And she did turn heads. Especially the Prince's. He bothered his mother until she approved of Sady as a royal maid, and he took his chance.

Daniel saw how Sady slowly distanced from him for months, spending less and less time outside the castle. The last time he saw her, he swears she had a small belly under her uncommonly loose clothing.

What Ada didn't tell him is that she saw firsthand how the Prince messed with her, ordered her around and, finally, called her to his room several times. She looked happy, though.

She disappeared without a word. They've heard she is now living in the Eastern Islands, with a small chunk of royal money to live for a couple of years.

Daniel was really sad during all of this, and resents the Prince immensely.

"Please, be careful, mom," he almost begs.

"I know you're worried, honey, but there's nothing to stress about. I'm an old lady; the Prince has many beautiful girls to choose from for his misdeeds."

Sure, the Prince has ogled at her here and there, even commented on her appearance with his noble friends in front of her, but she won't tell him this.

Ada is a very good-looking woman. This won't come out of her mouth, but she turns heads. Not as much as when she was younger, but still.

She has blonde hair and dark olive eyes. Her curves have aged well. A beautiful smile, a pretty nose.

She's chubbier than she was twenty years ago, but she can admit to herself that she is still good-looking.

"I'm telling you this as your son who loves you: you're not old, you're very beautiful. Please, if something ever happens, let's leave. Leave this kingdom. We can go wherever, but please..."

Ada holds her son's cheeks lovingly and kisses his forehead.

"Do not worry."

She leaves for the night to check on the Prince.

* * * * *

The Prince doesn't look nervous at all. He moves around, followed by a bunch of servants who give him tips and choices.

Ada has spent some time making sure his royal attire is in perfect condition, taking notes of preferences for the feast, and then has been cleaning his chambers, while the others take care of the throne room.

She was alone until right now. Prince Ramsay barges in, with his short blond hair being caressed by... a sergeant! Ada has seen her plenty of times, an athletic woman with short red hair. Always practicing, always sweaty, always stunning.

Ada has been hidden by the closet door, as she was making sure no corner was left dirty. They don't pay attention to the room. The girl closes the door and joins the Prince on the bed.

Ada can't go out now, it would be so impudent. She has to see how they undress each other. She doesn't know who has a better body. Both abs rub against each other, hers of hard training, his of stupid genetics, since he's barely put effort into his lessons.

They kiss, she straddles him and touches his pants. Ada stifles a cry. The bulge is still growing, but it's already huge!

The soldier skillfully jerks him through his pants, while giving him as much tongue as he wants.

"So you're going to be a king, huh?"

"Was always going to be," he smirks. "You sure you don't want a king's baby?"

"To be deserted like the others? No thanks."

"You sure you aren't just an anal slut?"

The redhead makes a face like she wants to kill him but, instead, starts undoing his pants.

"That's right. Serve your king," Ramsay relaxes back on his bed and puts his hands under his head, waiting for the blowjob.

She takes it out. A long, thick member, slightly curved to the right, with a very pink, spongy head. It's already lubricated with its own lube, and the girl adds to it by sucking on the glans.

"Mhh..."

"Ah, shit!" the soon to be King clamors. "More tongue."

She delivers, licking all over the head, squeezing his meat against her lips.

Ada has been entranced by the sight, but she's so worried. How is she going to get out of here? She looks at the door. It's not far, but she would have to walk right in front of them.

The Prince pushes her head down, giving himself the pleasure he wants, while she chokes and wails. Her nose brushes against his blond pubes, and her chin threatens to brush his balls.

"Yeah. The best throat of the kingdom!" he praises.

He moves further into the bed, and she crawls right in front of him. This is Ada's chance. She quietly moves to the door, but the Prince gets up to check on his sex partner. What he sees, instead, is his maid, walking in front of his fellatio.

She freezes, maintaining eye contact. Instead of panicking or getting angry he smiles at her. Ada keeps walking but the Prince says: "No, no, no."

She is at the door, seeing him gesturing for her to stay, while forcing the girl down on his dick so she doesn't ask what's wrong.

Red and dying inside, Ada watches as the muscular, cute lady swallows that mast. Her mature privates are wet already, begging for some love, but there's no way she's giving them that right now.

The Prince seems to get off seeing her there, watching, struggling not to masturbate. He can smell her arousal, delight in her panic.

After a while, and wanting to do something else, he motions for the maid to leave.

Ada slowly opens the well-greased door and leaves. She runs outside of the castle, not greeting the guards as she always does, and goes back home.

"Hey, mom!" Daniel greets her with a hug.

Still shaken, she kisses his forehead and goes to bed.

"I left you some porridge at the-"

"I'm not hungry," Ada ends the conversation and closes the door.

She feels sad she's paying her discomfort with her son, but she can't help it. She undresses, her underwear soaked in sticky juices, and leaves it on the chair so she remembers to clean it tomorrow.

Getting on the bed, she can't help but fantasize. Imagining that huge penis makes her legs quiver. The way that woman sucked it, what if it was her? How would it taste?

It's been so long, the bed so empty... She slaps her face and turns around, looking at the wall. Her hand creeps down, rubbing her mom belly, her pubic hair.

It stays there, as she bites her lip, fighting against her demons, but they are too strong, it's been ages without a man. She touches herself, flinching at the huge reaction of her body.

Her other hand fondles her big, saggy breast, squeezing its pointy nipple. She hides her screams and just touches her body, thinking of a nice, young penis, waiting for her to do something with it.

She uses one hand to finger inside her, dreaming that it's that dick, and the other strokes her clit, protruding and eager for more and more.

It's coming. She feels the electricity from the tip of her toes, going up until it reaches...

"Mhhh! Oh, lord!" escapes her lips.

She quiets down, waiting for her son to rush into her room, finding her naked and sweaty, but nothing.

She breathes, still shaky, until she falls asleep.

* * * * *

The coronation went well. The now King made use of his undeniable presence and charisma for once, and everyone clapped as he smiled, full of himself.

The Queen had her regent's face, but Ada knew she was a bit worried. As she should because, as soon as everyone left, the King reunited his council and started barking orders, so they would help him fulfill all his selfish wishes.

Ada aside, in case anyone needed anything, saw a couple of irritated faces, but no one dared stand against their king.

Ramsay didn't stay much in the castle for the next week, so she didn't have to see him. She was so ashamed every time he looked at her, with that smirk and bright eyes.

He went out a lot. The more optimists said he was a man of the people, but the places he frequented most were bars and gambling houses.

Therefore, his mother kept ruling on his behalf, ashamed of her son, and probably blaming herself for being too lenient with the unruly child.

Today Ada is doing laundry, and spots one of the King's underwear, stained with a peculiar substance. It's very common, and she has always refrained but... this time...

She holds them, and takes them closer to her face. Dirty clothes aren't very nice-smelling to her, but this... this is something else. The pungent smell of a man.

She is about to take them to her nose when she hears doors slamming open. She drops them into the basin and turns around.

Clive, a guard friend of hers enters the room.

"You need to come, Ada. Now!"

Ada follows him, at a brisk pace, because running inside the castle is frowned upon. Clive won't answer her pleas for information.

They arrive at the prison. He points inside and goes back to his post. Ada's heart jumps, there's only one person she'd be called with such insistence for.

There he is, unscathed but worried.

"My baby! What happened?" she reaches through the cell.

"No touching!" the prison guard, an always angry, burly man with a long, black beard shouts.

She gives two steps back, startled.

"It's the King. He came to the bar, drunk. He..."

"What, honey?" she insists after his silence.

"Mind your words, prisoner. Slandering the King will not help your sentence," the guard warns him coldly.

"Would you mind leaving us alone?" Ada tells the man, upset.

"Yeah? And what would you give me in exchange?" the middle aged man ogles her plentiful cleavage.

Daniel bangs on the cell, and the guard puts his hand on his weapon.

"Enough!" a showy voice commands.

The guard salutes, and Ada looks back. It's King Ramsay, dressing in his expensive clothes, so out of place there. She gets nervous and looks down.

"What happened, my King? My child is a good man..."

"A good man that assaults his King?" he looks at Ada, refusing to address her son.

"Daniel!" she looks at her boy.

He looks down, silently confessing to his crime.

"He attacked me last night," Ramsay says.

"I thought you were staying with Theo!" she looks at her son again.

"He forced me out for drinks, and..." Daniel looks at the King with ire, "he said things about you."

"What?" Ada looks at the King now.

"I only said the truth, that you caught me... in an indecent position."

"No. You said she looked at you with the hungry eyes of a s-."

"Shush!" Ada silences him, half irated, half ashamed. "My king..." she observes the blond, affronted.

She feels like appeasing a dispute between kids, while one of them is the monarch. It's not easy, and she doesn't know how to navigate this situation.

The King shrugs: "I apologize for my choice of words while drunk, but I wasn't wrong."

Daniel's knuckles tense against the metal bars. Ava gives him a look, and he moves away to sit on a stool.

"That's not a thing someone of your standing should say about a lady... my King."

"I don't think you are in a position to point fingers, miss Sterling," he gives a step closer. "Your son is in a huge mess due to his belligerent manners."

"What will happen to him?" she asks.

"It depends."

"On what?"

"Me..."

"No, mother..." Daniel begs.

"Shush!" she repeats.

"Let's discuss this in a more welcoming place," King Ramsay walks away with a grin on his face.

Ada follows him, listening to her son pleading for her to be careful one last time.

* * * * *

"ME!?" Ada yelps.

Ramsay nods.

"But... You... You have that beautiful girl."

"And she will still be around. But now I fancy you," he says while sitting on a chair, checking her up and down.

"But... But..." she stutters, cheeks blushing.

"You do you, miss Sterling. Just know that maybe tomorrow I might have changed my mind, and will let the judge decide your son's fate."

He stands up and walks out of the room. Heart palpitating, she follows him.

"Wait. My king!"

He stops in the middle of the hallway, and she almost bumps into him.

"W-what am I supposed to do?"

He smirks.

* * * * *

He's taken her to his room, and is standing right in front of his bed. Ava remembers what happened the last time they both were in this place.

She looks down and waits. Ramsay catches her attention with a snap of his fingers.

"Undress me."

Being a maid, it's not an uncommon request. But in this prickly situation, she gets nervous. Walking closer, she starts unbuttoning his fancy shirt.

His tanned abs from lazing around turn her on. She tries to clear her mind but, as soon as she folds the shirt on the bed, he points down.

"W-what?" she mumbles.

His raised eyebrow says it all. She starts taking his pants off, reluctantly. Her touch on his waist makes his bulge appear. It grows and grows. Ada knows it's not the biggest it can get, and she starts sweating.

At least he's okay with leaving his expensive underwear on. For now.

"What now? All I want is for my boy to be forgiven..."

"And he will, if you please me."

His nasty grin makes her furious. He sits on the spacious bed and taps next to him. She walks slowly and he stops her right in front of him.

"I'll need you to take your clothes off too."

"What!?" she exclaims.

"Did you think I brought you here to play checkers? Don't worry, I'll make sure you're... 'comfortable'."

"But I'm dirty and... didn't groom myself."

"I like it natural, and I like you. But if you don't want this you can always leave," he moves his hand to the closed doors.

Thinking of her boy, she scoffs. Unbuttoning her dress, she grabs it and slowly pulls it over her head. She expects some callous remarks about her unshaven underarms or slightly saggy breasts and tummy, due to age and having a baby.

The King actually opens his mouth and stares with hunger.

"Perfect," he says.

This comment turns her beat red face even more colored than anything before. She is breathless, staring at her own big boobs and slightly chubby body.

"I-" she tries to excuse her imperfect body.

"Shush," he makes her quiet, the same way she did her son. "Come here," he taps next to him for her to sit.

She moves next to him. He smells good. Only aristocrats can buy these kinds of perfumes.

He puts his arm around her waist and pushes her closer. He is so warm, looking at her from above, dominating her with his cocky royal presence.

"What do you want to do, then?" she stares at the wall.

He lifts her chin up, and gets his lips closer.

"Why? You have gorgeous girls around... Why me?"

"You're the hottest woman around," he says and kisses her. A lip kiss, but with strength and passion.

She immediately melts in his embrace, and doesn't even realize he's pushing her on the bed until she hits the mattress.

Ramsay gets on top of her, caressing her hair while he introduces more tongue.

Ada is really trying to think about her son, but all she feels is lust. She meshes her tongue with his, something she hasn't done in a long time.

His hand goes down her neck, tickling her, adding to the arousal. Then it goes to her left tit. She shivers at the feeling. The King teases her areola, hardening her already big nipple.

She's literally selling her body to that young man. So dirty, but it feels so good.

His head moves down, moaning and praising her taste. He kisses her sweaty neck, going down to her chest. His bulge presses on her thigh.

"I've wanted to suck on these for so many years..." he smirks at her, before immersing in the erect nipple.

"Shit!" she curses, something she hasn't done in a long time.

He starts pulling it with his lips, licking around to keep it stiff. Then he grabs the other mass of flesh, pressing it, circling around the other nipple. Ada caresses his hair. Ramsay allows it for a while, then he grabs her hands and presses them over her head, while still enjoying her bosom.

She feels so ashamed of her armpit stubble, and asks him to let go, but he reads her mind. With a smile he goes to the side and smells her shame, enjoying her body odor.

"Oh, God, please!" she begs, humiliated.

"Lovely," he grins, and passes his tongue on the wet surface.

She trembles under him, imprisoned in his hands, while he has his way with her in the most shameful way.

"Ah! No!" she says.

He covers her mouth with his free hand, affronted.

"Quiet, you! I want to get off, not a headache!"

Then that bulge she's felt around her thighs throughout the sexual encounter is laid over her mound. Soft underwear brushing against each other, she cries into his hand, feeling all the accumulated tension explode.

He is loving it, and lets go of her mouth, covering it with his own before she can scream for the castle to hear.

His tongue playing with hers, giving her a taste of herself, he starts frotting his not small package on her labia, brushing up until his glans rub the clit, then back down, pushing it in slightly, teasing a penetration.

Ada is about to cry, but not from fear or anger, far from it. She hasn't felt so good in so long, maybe ever. May Charles forgive her up in heaven, she doesn't think she's ever felt so turned on, so desired.

The petting session goes on for a while. Her soaked panties are punished by the big rod, and the man on top of her keeps fucking her mouth with his skilled tongue, playing with her udders. Why does he have to be so good at everything!?

She feels it coming, electricity rushing through her body, her mind getting foggy with desire, but... he stops.

King Ramsay sits on the bed, with a big stain on his undergarment. Flustered, and wiping the sweat they've shared in their embrace, he looks at her.

"W-why?" Ada asks, breathing deep.

"Why what? Why did I stop?" Ada nods. "I thought you didn't want me to, after all."

She looks away, coming back to her senses.

"You can leave now," he says.

"R-really? After-"

"Really. I don't need your services for today."

"And... my son?"

He smirks: "Do you think this is enough to get him out of a life sentence?" Ada wails. "Don't worry. Do my bidding for a while and he will be free. I promise."

The word of a king shall not be taken lightly, or so she hopes. As much as she wants to keep going, she won't stoop so low as to beg for attention from this brat.

She dresses herself and leaves, with a red face.

That night she will definitely need some relief.

* * * * *

Three days have passed. Ada's been at her son's side for as long as the guards and her job let her. He appreciates her company but, most of all, asks her about the king.

She always says she's been working hard, seeing despair in his eyes, but refusing to elaborate further.

What she doesn't say is that the new King calls her to his chambers every night. She's a slave to his desires, whether it's him nursing on her breasts, a long session of tongue kissing or that cursed petting through clothes that gets her all moist, he enjoys it so much, and so does she.

He also loves when their eyes meet while doing their jobs. She gets all flustered and looks away. Once he even dared groping her ample butt before leaving the reunion. Hopefully no one noticed.

She has also begged for him to allow her to bathe and shave before their "reunions", but he won't. He loves her "natural" and sweaty after a long work day.

The nights alone at home are a blend of emotions. Guilt and sadness over the absence of her son. A whirlwind of self-enjoyment as the end of so much teasing. Only twice has she been allowed to reach climax. He's making her go crazy.

She's served dinner and is about to leave the castle, at a sane hour for the first time in a while, when Clive tells her the King is in need of her. No more information, but she knows.

Ada knocks on his door. Silence. She ventures to open the door and there's nobody. Just some clothes on the bed. Feminine ones.

They are very exotic, from the hot south. Purple and see through. She gets startled when the door closes behind her.

"Well. What are you waiting for?" the King asks.

"T-this. For me?" her cheeks burn of embarrassment at the thought.

He nods and lies down on the bed, as if he were going to sleep. However, he takes his big manhood out, and stares.

Ada, after some thought, rushes taking her clothes off and puts those new ones on. They are tight on her breasts, back and waist, but soft and comfortable otherwise. She bets they are small on purpose, and the king's smile confirms so.

"Done. Now what?"

"Don't you know what those are? These are dancers' garments. I think you can guess what to do," he grabs the middle of his tool and slowly jerks up and down, his foreskin gently hiding and showing his mushroom.

"I..."

She was about to say she didn't know how to dance, but she'd be lying. In fact, her late husband met her at the bar, while she and her friends were having an exciting party night.

She starts moving her hips, copying what she thinks those exotic dancers would do. Hands up, dancing on their own. Arms snaking above her head, which also moves to the beat of the music sounding in her head.

She keeps telling herself she does it for her Daniel, but there's no lying oneself. She loves the attention, the lustful stare of the young, powerful, handsome man who has everything in the palm of his hand, but chooses her.

Her privates wet on their own. Her body starts sweating, and she starts panting, despite the exercise being very slow and moderate.

The room turns hot, or maybe it's just her. She turns her back on him, slowly teasing him with her behind, then turns around to see him masturbating faster, with one hand, while the other has her underwear on his face.

He smells it, tastes it, while enjoying his maid giving him the spectacle he commanded. How is it possible that he finds her so attractive? Sure, she looks good for her age and a pregnancy, but...

He milks his penis, sitting at the edge of the bed. Ada is so horny, she can't keep her eyes away. Playing it like a dance, she kneels, moving her body around, getting closer to that cock.

Spurts of lube fall on the floor. She can smell it. Sweet like a bakery in the morning, nasty like a brothel in the night.

She crawls closer, seeing the reflection of the candles in the sticky mess on the floor.

King Ramsay opens his legs, welcoming her in. Red like a tomato, she gives the last advances and looks up. His muscular legs, and then his dick, spitting more juice onto her.

She wants to stick out her tongue so much, to take some drops in, that she forgets her dance.

The ruler smirks and gets closer to the end of the bed. His tip is so close...

He lets go of it, still standing tall. They exchange glances. Hers dazed, his daring.

Slowly, not believing herself, her hands move up. Closer. Closer. They reach his flesh. Warm, pulsing, smooth, juvenile and humid. More precum falls on her hands. She starts rubbing him, spreading his self-created lube on it.

He keeps staring down, with that smug look, at the mature woman in eccentric clothes who, on her own accord, started giving him a nice handjob.

"Feels like it's not your first time," he comments.

She slows it down, remembering her hubby. He was the kindest man, and she pleasured him as much as she could, as he did. But, since they had their child, the time they spent as a couple decreased.

They could have rekindled that side of their marriage, but an illness tragically took him in his prime.

Ramsay takes her sticky hands in his. "It's okay," he says, and he takes her to his bed.

He embraces her, kissing and licking her face and neck, but not going further. Ada feels cherished, and she thanks him.

"Are you okay?" he asks.

Still stunned by his change of attitude, she nods and hugs his neck. His smell arouses her, and makes her forget the bad. She kisses his neck back. His erection, which softened, rises again with fury.

He kisses her mouth, exploring it as he has done for hours before. She plays with his tongue, sucking it, caressing his abs, hard as rocks.

His tool is clearly visible down there, and she can't help but grab it again. Resting on him, leg on his, she jerks him easily due to its size.

He reaches her nipple, sucking on it. For more comfortableness, she lets him rest his head on her lap, as she wanks him. She's soaking the bed with her fluids. His skillful mouth sucking her tit isn't helping.

"You're so hot," he says between suctions.

"You too," escapes her lips, hypnotized by his member.

His cock throbs, and so does her labia. She has to hold herself back from jumping on that dick. It's so out of character for her, but he really knows how to make a woman lose her mind.

"Do you do this to every girl that had to leave?" she asks.

He incorporates, with her hand closed around his curved girth, and thinks of an answer.

"Actually no. Those other women I enjoy and then forget. You, on the other hand... You are different. The closer I've had to this is that woman... Narcissa."

"My friend."

"Yeah," he says while brushing her hair with his fingers. "But she's probably fine, living a better life somewhere on the beach than here."

"She barely said goodbye..."

"Sorry... But I tend to make that impression on women."

That smirk and the bratty attitude come back. She pinches his nipple before realizing it's the King she's messing around with. After a moment of silence, he pounces on her, erect and playful. She chuckles while he dominates her, immobilizing her against the bed.

He sits on her cushiony chest, with his spurting dick right on her face. Then he masturbates. Roughly.

"Open your mouth," he orders.

Secretly fondling her lady parts, she opens. Seeing his tip open and close, producing more precum, has her so horny. She flicks her clitoris, sweating.

"Drink... my... cum!" he shouts.

Ada orgasms at the same time his potent seed is shot inside her oral cavity. It's everything she had dreamed of. So tasty, so dense. It makes her whole body shiver.

She doesn't need directions. Rinsing her mouth with his spunk, she finally drinks it, chug by chug, enjoying the moment, while he cleans his tip on her closed lips.

After cleaning each other with the basin and saying their goodbyes, she goes back to an empty house.

The post-orgasm guilt hits her hard this night. She thinks about her son, how he would feel if he knew. But she's doing this for him... right?

* * * * *

Ada has gone to visit Daniel that afternoon. She really tried to be nice and caring, bringing him his favorite dish. He thanked her but kept questioning her.

Ada felt shame, thinking of what happened last time she met the king. "Can you stop interrogating me!?" she snapped.

He was set aback, and she apologized, but she saw his eyes. He was deliberative, judgmental, worried. Ada cut the visit short, giving excuses about work, and left.

It's late at night. She has been taking care of the royal silverware alone. Strong steps behind her, someone latches onto her arse.

She chuckles, and is towed to the King's chambers. He undresses, and she does the same. Heart pounding in her chest, she stares at his already hard cock.

She kneels in front of him, as many times before.

"Do you know what a titjob is?" he asks.

"Ah... Using my breasts to...?"

"Yes. Go ahead."

The King lies back on his bed, huge cock in the air, waiting for release.

Ada, red in the face, crawls closer. She grabs her humongous breasts and approaches the pulsing member.

"We need it to slide. Here," he leans forward and spits on her cleavage. "You too."

Dying of shame, she lets out a stream of saliva too. Trying not to think of what her son would say, but what he needs right now, she pulls them around the big thing and presses.

"Ooh, yeah. You don't know how long I've wanted to feel your tits around my cock," Ramsay smiles, and reclines again. "Go on, do you want to stay like this all night or...?"

Ada starts shaking her breasts. The penis starts spurting lube of its own. Due to the position, she keeps smelling its scent. An intense male odor inundates her nostrils, and she feels tingling down there, one she hasn't felt in a long, long time.

"Yes. They're so big, so full!" he reaches to pinch her nipples.

She moans, and moves faster. He doesn't let go, and her tits stay stuck to his hands while she makes them bounce.

"Faster!" he commands. "Faster!"

He gets up and grabs her hair, pushing her closer to his glans. She slurps on the tasty mushroom, bobbing and spitting on the big, pulsing thing.

"Cummiiing!" Ramsay thrusts into her tits, making his shaft escape her lips, growling and spurting his balls' content into her collarbone, and marking her with his scent.

"Oh. Oh, golly!" she exclaims.

Some of the thick substance reaches her lips, and she licks it. As good as the rest of him. He rests, panting, as she cleans herself. Slapping the bed, he orders her to get on it, next to him.

She cuddles him, the boy that hurt her son. Her pussy itches in shame and lustfulness.

The blond guy picks her up and places her next to him. He starts one of those long awaited make out sessions, grabbing her boobs, touching her pubis, caressing around her vagina.

She feels so desired, taken care of. She has lusted for this for a long, long time.

His member, far from wasted, raises again.

"Oh, lord. You're ready again," she salivates, needy of climax.

"Straddle me, babe."

She blushes, seeing his dangerous weapon balancing around. Taking a deep breath, she moves her plump leg over his body and sits on his belly, feeling the penis behind her, tapping her buttocks.

"Now stand up a bit, feel my tip brushing your mounds."

He offers his hands. She takes them and lifts her butt. Nervous, with her legs trembling, her pussy searches for that long shaft. It doesn't take long before it hits her weak spot.

"Oh, my... It's too big!" she keeps swallowing the saliva that creates in her mouth.

The King is holding her hips, sustaining her weight as she gathers courage. With a last gulp, she sits down. His girth punches her most sensitive area, and she moans loudly.

Ramsay seems to like that, and he weakens his support, so it goes further quickly.

"Oow!" she screams, surprised. It doesn't hurt that much, though.

She swallows more and more, feeling the bliss and pressure, but barely any pain.

"Does it feel good?" he asks.

She nods, biting her lip and putting her hands on the bed. She moves up, enjoying the feeling of the slow scrape of her itches, then pushes down to take more of her king's royal dick.

"Mhh... I love it," she mutters.

"What did you say?" he reaches to hold her chin.

"I love... I love your dick!" she cries.

He cackles and pulls her toward him. Kissing, he starts moving. She cries and moans as he ravages her cunt from below. She has prepared mentally for this moment, but it's still too much pleasure.

She orgasms. Her legs fail her, and she falls on him. Quickly, he pushes her onto the mattress and starts humping, biting her neck.

"AH! AH!" she howls, receiving the greatest bliss of her life.

All the excitement she's felt until then is being blown away by his amazing sex. Ada gladly returns the motion, hugging his waist with her legs and rotating her hips, making his rod press in all the right places.

She feels his warmth, his fast heartbeat against her chest. Hugging his firm butt, she dares kiss her king's neck too, going down to his nipples, tasting them, flicking them with her tongue.

It's him who shivers and dwindles this time. She takes charge. Getting back on top, she starts riding him. Her folds have accommodated to his thickness, and she gets revenge for all the teasing, the orders, the disrespect.

She uses her decades of practice to try and rock his world, and her decade of being alone to rock hers.

As they hug and kiss, Ramsay raises her arm and smells her stubbly armpit. As every time he's done that, she blushes. Then he starts licking. Since he doesn't want her to, she doesn't wash herself, so all the day's work is in there.

"Fuck, your pussy is tightening. Do you like me tasting you? The taste of a woman... turns me on so much!"

His member, which had been enlarging even more, starts thrusting up. This fight over who's the dominant one is lost from the start. He grabs her hips and fucks her up, quite literally.

"OOOH! OH, NOOO!" her screams must be heard through half the castle.

"I'm... cumming!" he growls.

"Me too! Me too!!!" she slams her hips down too, trying to fight him back.

In one of the groin smackings, he pushes as deep as he can, almost inserting all in. They both yell, reaching climax at the same time.

She feels the warm cum flooding inside her tummy.

She holds on as much as she can, but her legs are quivering, so she lets go, falling over him. He makes no attempt to push her off.

"Fuck... Shit..." the King blasphemes. "You can sleep here tonight, if you want..." he looks into her eyes.

She smiles. Before passing out, naked and sweaty, she asks: "What about my Daniel?"

"He'll be free tomorrow."

Ada wraps them with the bedding, covering themselves from the chill that comes after exercise. She puts her leg over him, pulling him closer, and they fall asleep.

* * * * *

Ramsay wakes her up with some fingering. Ada kisses him. Even his morning breath tastes good, like strawberries.

She pants as he pushes deep, rubbing her weak spot again and again. She climaxes, drowning out a scream.

"Let me return the favor," she slides under the expensive sheets and holds his cock.

It soon engorges. The overnight musk concentrates under the blankets. She sniffs it good, as she massages its length.

"Yeah, worship me, servant."

"Does my King want my services?" she asks teasingly.

"Sure. Suck my balls while you stroke me."

She lifts his penis and licks his wrinkly sack softly. It gathers all the sweat and sex they had last night. Her tongue moves up to his shaft and ends up kissing the tip, then goes back to the testicles.

Ramsay starts spurting quickly. She licks it up with those motions.

"Mhh, so good!"

Ada is sucking on one of his balls when someone knocks on the door. She freezes.

"Come in," he answers.

She pinches his leg, and he slaps it away, pushing her into his sack.

"My king, the convoy from Enalia has arrived. Shall I direct them to the meeting room, bring them something to drink and eat?" the head maid asks.

The King is locking Ada's head into his genitals with his legs, smothering her with his taste and smell.

"Perfect, Morella. Go ahead."

The door closes slowly. He finally releases her.

"Oh no!" she exclaims.

"She didn't know who it was. For all she knows, it could be literally any woman in the city."

Ada gets an inexplicable sting of jealousy. "So anyone could replace me?" she asks.

The King laughs until she gets out of the sheets and shows him she's serious. She turns her back on him.

"Oh, come on. I just wanted to calm you down."

He hugs her from behind, licking her earlobe. She offers no resistance, and her monarch pushes her down on fours, then frots his member against her slit.

"Will you forgive my words if I make you cum?"

After a moment, she nods, relaxing and waiting. Ramsay spits on his hand and caresses her warm box, filling her with man-made lube. Then he holds her long, loose hair and pushes in.

"Mmh!" she wails, taking his long dick in.

He starts rocking his hips, spitting in his hand again and smearing it onto her butthole.

"Not there! It's dirty..." she reddens.

"Shhh. You'll like it. Trust your King."

The power dynamic turns her on so much. She lets him do his thing, and ends up with two fingers up her bum, while he penetrates her with exquisite rhythm.

"Mh, mh!" she grumbles, fearful of being heard.

Ramsay takes his fingers out and slaps her ass twice, making her whine loudly. Then he puts three drooly fingers in. Ada rubs her clit, staying in the air only due to his hair pulling and the connection of their genitals.

Feeling like a slut, she cums twice before he stands on his feet and fucks her like a bitch, filling her with cum.

After washing her body, she rushes to the cells with a paper signed by the king.

* * * * *

Daniel is back home. He had to apologize to the King in person. Ramsay had this bratty smug look on his face that Ada almost forgot about.

They have spent a couple of days together, and the King has kept his distance. He has been very busy with the arrival of those nobles.

Dark skin, dark eyes and beautiful brown, coily hair, these foreigners always seem on alert. She is uneasy every time they're near, but she won't deny the Princess is beautiful. She has lighter eyes, almost golden, and brown freckles on her cheeks.

The King seems interested in her, but she's always cold. That has made Ada jealous, and she has also kept to her job.

Today Ada and her son have broken the bank, and they're eating in the most luxurious diner in town. They're having fun like in old times, their mother-son affection off the charts.

But everything gets ruined when the castle guests, the Queen Mother and the King enter the establishment. Ada keeps checking on them, as the King tries to use his charm on the Princess.

The exotic beauty looks at him with annoyance, enjoying her food and talking to her family in her language. The rest of the family act warmer to their hosts, and who seems her mother even pushes her to interact with Ramsay.

Daniel catches her attention, his face soured. "Are you going to tell me how you earned my freedom now?"

"Uhm..." she looks at the King, who glances at her at the same time.

"Fine," Daniel eats his dessert quickly and gives the server some coins.

"Daniel, please..." she follows him, trying not to make a scandal.

She holds his arm and they go home.

"I know you have your trauma, but you have to trust me."

"I could trust you if you'd tell me what happened!" he shouts, with eyes saying he knows.

"I did what I had to do to get you out of there!" she shouts, back, surprising her son.

Ada has always been a calm, patient mother. He has only seen her irritable twice, and that brat has always been stuck in the middle.

"I... I'm sorry. I'm just-" her mother's hug interrupts him.

* * * * *

It's been several days. The foreign visitors went back to their country yesterday. Ada has noticed the king ogling her more now that he's free. She's called to the King's chambers at the end of her turn.

When she arrives, she hears familiar sounds. Opening the door, she sees the redhead sergeant with her legs open, and the king pleasuring her beautiful, red rugged pussy.

Ada's yelp turns his head. "Come in," he says, and points at a chair directed toward the sexual scenery.

"My King, my shift is finished."

"Will you turn your back on your King's needs?" he asks, while the soldier watches her, drooling from her open mouth.

She is not surprised, so she might've been informed that Ada was coming. The mature maid closes the door and sits on the chair, shifting awkwardly.

Ramsay slowly devours the redhead's tiny pink slit, licking around her clit, and fingering her bum. He keeps giving glances to the maid.

"Do I really need to be here?" she asks, receiving no answer.

She rubs her legs together, noticing the tingling that precedes her arousal.

"Mhhh..." the redhead massages her scalp. Her short red hair waves around her hands.

The King finishes enjoying her taste and stands up. "Take my pants off, Wanda."

The sergeant crawls towards him. Undoing his waistband, she pushes the clothing down. His bulge turns into the magnificent shaft Ada dreams about.

With a smile, Wanda holds onto it, caressing it slowly, making it throb. The boyish girl also stares at Ada while sticking her tongue out. She starts licking all over it, giving the head kisses, while the blond man holds her head.

"I know you, Adalfrida. You want to touch yourself. Nobody is going to judge you..." the king states.

Ada closes her eyes, feeling the need to knead her breasts, to pinch her nipples and go down to her aching, old pussy.

"He's right, sexy. I'd like to see you masturbate," Wanda says, right before putting half of his penis inside her oral cavity.

Gags and sucks fill the room, while Ada closes her eyes again, trying really hard not to imagine herself in Wanda's place, to feel the desire that's burning her heart and pussy.

Finally, she grabs her teat, massaging it, feeling the electricity expand from her touch to the rest of her body.

She moans; she's never felt this passion from just some light boob fondling.

"That's right. Good girl," Ramsay says, as he starts thrusting into Wanda's throat.

He was right that first time, she really has excellent deepthroating skills. Her eyes start to water, but she doesn't move. Neck in the perfect angle for his assault, eyes fired up with excitement.

One of Ada's hands leaves her chest and moves down. Pulling her maid skirt up, she pets her hot muff. Biting her lip and squinting her eyes, she opens her mouth to let out a gasp.

Her box starts drooling its contents on the costly chair. She stares at his cock disappearing into her mouth, at his firm butt tightening with every shove. How she wishes it were her.

All the resistance disappears and, when they ask her to join them, she agrees. Sitting on the bed, she is offered this gorgeous penis, and she accepts it.

Mouth open, hair caressed by the soldier, she has her throat fucked by this young man.

"She's not bad either!" Wanda compliments her throat skills.

Ramsay fucks harder. The salivated hole lets the girthy member pass through, scraping her pink walls.

He pulls out. Ada coughs, catching her breath. While Wanda plays with his balls, she grabs Ada's arm and drags her towards his other nut. They spend some time servicing their King's testicles.

"Have you ever taken it up the arse?" Wanda asks her, wiping her mouth from the ball-worshiping slobber.

Perplexed, Ada starts babbling. She is pushed to the bed by both. Ramsay turns her on her back and pulls her bum out of the bed.

"Wait, I..." Ada stammers. "AH!" she feels warm spit on her backdoor.

Slim fingers go through, belonging to a woman. The King is sitting on her stomach. He plays with her nipples while Wanda explores her insides.

"I'm going to fuck your ass, Ada," he whispers, as he fucks himself with her tits.

"I'm so dirty, miss Wanda..."

"He doesn't let me shower either. And if you call me miss one more time I'll go elbow deep," she threatens while thrusting her fingers in roughly, petting her vulva with her free hand.

Ada feels that tingling so strong down there, connected to her other hole somehow. She holds onto Ramsay's wrists. That slows his desired titfuck, and he pushes her hands on her own breasts, so she does the work.

Ada keeps smothering his dick while the wrong hole is played with. More fingers and more spit are added to the mix. She can't help but suck on the head for a bit, her libido higher than ever due to another gorgeous person not only watching but participating in the encounter.

Once she's finished, Wanda sits behind her head, holding her tits herself while their King rams his member between them.

"I'm so jealous. These huge udders surely feel nice on your cock," she says.

"So you're jealous of me, not her," Ramsay smirks.

"Shut it," she says it with such informality Ada knows they've been at it for a long, long time.

Ramsay stands up and positions between her legs, jerking and holding her left leg apart.

Nervous, Ada tries to complain, but the beautiful tomboy moves so they're face to face and holds her hand, knees next to her face.

"You ever eaten a pussy?" she smirks down at her with the same smugness her lover has.

"Umh. N-" she is muffled with wet, stubbly genitalia.

It has a strong smell, sweet with a hint of saltiness. She feels his fatter fingers making room. Wanda wiggles her butt, becoming impatient.

Ada takes her tongue out and tastes around her clit. The soldier likes that and holds her hair, rubbing herself against her senior's face.

"Now deep breath," the King presses his tip against her bumhole.

Ada gets nervous and clenches. Ramsay slaps her cheeks: "Relax, or it will hurt. Deep breath, and let it all out. I'm going in."

She tries her best to follow orders, and feels his penis stretching her sphincter.

"MMH!" she yells against Wanda's pussy.

It's lubed up and stretched, but his girth still hurts a little. She breathes quickly, while Wanda caresses her hair, with her clit still pressing on the tip of her nose. The smell of her privates turns her on, and she decides to nurse on that considerable clitoris.

Wanda jumps in place, smiling and panting. Beads of sweat fall through her face. The room has actually warmed up with their bodies.

Ramsay keeps making room, in and out, in and out. Ada's legs shiver every time he pulls out, and she holds her breath as he pushes deeper.

Soon he has half his penis in. Wanda turns around, her butt over her face, and she starts teasing her blonde pubes with her tongue. She has some black button covering her wrinkly hole.

Squirming under those stronger bodies, she feels her butt being penetrated, and that wet tongue caressing her folds.

"Mhh!" she cries, giving back the clit beating.

Wanda moans back, and Ramsay puts Ada's toes in his mouth, sucking while he fucks from different angles, experimenting with what feels best to him.

He ends up fingering her while fucking her ass, and Wanda sucks her clit. All the build up turns into the most unbelievable climax.

"Fuuuuuuck!" she holds Wanda's preposterously hard buttocks while moaning into her dark pit.

The soldier raises her body, masturbating a stream of watery cum out, which bathes the older woman's body.

"I'm about to cum!" the King has stopped thrusting, and is wiping the sweat off his forehead.

"Shoot it inside me. I need it," Wanda turns around and swings her booty around.

The King pulls out some rubbery item from her asshole that Ada has never seen before. He spits on it and starts fucking.

Wanda keeps massaging her drooling genitals, moaning into the sheets next to the maid's face, while a worn out Ada stares at the battered soldier. She hears her King yell into the air, as he pushes in so deep. His balls jump, pushing his royal spunk inside their lover.

* * * * *

It's been another week. The King has been busy with late tasks. Ada has been losing weight lately. She feels good about herself. Her son has been nicer, taking her out and gifting her favorite flowers and chocolate.

His job as a smith's apprentice is going well, and he keeps boasting about how he's going to create his own business soon. He hints that they might leave the city.

Ada doesn't push back because the reason she'd like to stay is her job, which ties her to that man he can't stand. At least they haven't talked about it anymore. He didn't like the few times she came back home late, but since it hasn't happened in a while, he tries to forget about it.

The few times she's seen Wanda, they've locked eyes. Ada watched her once while she trained with wooden dummies, sacks and even other men. She's so good at the sword. So agile.

Ada couldn't help but touch herself that night, thinking of her sweaty body over her, while their bums got filled with dick. She can't help but wish it'll happen again soon.

Her wishes have come true. She receives a note from another maid. It states a time and a place, late but near her home. She gives her son a good night kiss on the forehead and locks herself in her room, dressing up for a night out.

After a while, when the moon shows up on her window, she opens it, climbs out, and closes the blinds. Walking out there so late is a bit chilling, but she arrives at the place.

A carriage is waiting, huge black stallions stay calm under the coachman's supervision.

"Come in," a voice says, holding the door open.

She ends up sitting next to her King.

"What are you planning?" she asks.

Ramsay puts a mask on her. Her sight is slightly reduced. The horses trot out of town, right towards an old royal residence surrounded by olive groves.

"There's a social gathering. I wanted you to come with me."

"ME? Me... Why-"

"Why not? Aren't you my lover?" he smirks, making her blush.

"But ME?" she looks at her chubby body covered by a green dress with yellow patterns.

"You look fantastic," he affirms as he holds her hands.

Blushing even more, she looks down. Their hands are on his leg, and he slowly moves them toward his center.

Unzipping his pants, she finds his penis. "We can't let you arrive to that dance like this," she declares, more to herself.

She takes it in her mouth, as she has done plenty of times these last two months. Bobbing her head, she holds the base and slowly strokes it, making it create more fluid she can enjoy.

"We're arriving," he warns her, keeping her head on his genitals with one hand, while grabbing the edge of the carriage frame with the other.

Ada picks up speed, feeling the pulsing of his member, a sign that he's close.

"Uumph!" he whimpers, shooting yet another load into his maid's mouth.

She tastes it, swallowing and licking the leftover drops painting her lips.

"I love you..." he announces while tucking his member in.

Before she can react, he's leaving the vehicle, with one hand up, waiting for her. She cleans herself with a tissue, grabs said hand, and walks down with a super red face, luckily covered with her mask.

There's only a couple of masked people talking near the entrance. Ramsay takes her inside, ignoring the others.

There are four people extremely close. One man is even fondling between a woman's legs.

"Where have you taken me?" Ada asks.

He grabs two glasses from a table and offers one to Ada.

"I know you'll like it."

"I haven't drunk in a long time..."

Silently, he keeps the glass up, staring into her eyes. With a sigh she takes it and gives it a sip. It's strong but sweet, making it easier to pass through.

He sits on a beautiful cream sofa with a dark wooden frame. When he puts his hand up her thigh, she holds it, refraining from slapping it away.

"What are you doing!?" she whispers angrily.

"What do you mean?"

Ada looks around to find a couple making out in a corner near the stairs.

"Really, where have you brought me!? Is this a brothel?"

Her face is so hot she feels dizzy.

Ramsay chortles: "It's a gathering!"

The King finishes his drink and takes her hand, dragging her upstairs. The air is warmer and muskier.

There are open rooms where faint moans can be heard. She sees shadows inside one, more than two of them.

"What kind of 'gathering' is this?" she asks while dragged through the hallway.

"The best kind."

"Yes! Fuck your Mistress, man-whores!" Ada hears a fierce woman scream. The voice is awfully similar to the Regent Queen's.

Through the ajar door, she sees three slender men, fairly young-looking, pleasuring a woman from many different angles.

One of them thrusts down with the potency only youth gives, the others are worshiping the rest of her body, maybe waiting for their turn.

Ramsay removes her from the door frame and into another room far away. He pushes her onto the bed.

"Wait a moment. Get comfortable," he says, winking, then leaves the room.

Ada gets naked for her King and tries to get comfortable in the bed. She's nervous, but keeps remembering the taste of his semen on her tongue. She knows there's more to come, and she starts touching herself.

Noises outside make her stop, with her underwear covered in her fluids already. Two silhouettes come in. She thinks they look manly.

Then her King walks behind them.

"There she is. She's all yours," he says, sitting next to her.

"W-what?"

The first man holds her legs, submerging under her dress without qualms. Ada yelps while an unknown tongue keeps harshly scrubbing her private parts. The second one takes her ankle, sucking her toes and spreading his saliva all over her sole.

"Uh! Ah!" is all she can say.

Ramsay grabs her breasts, massaging them slowly. She's agitated, but she won't lie, the attention and worship feel incredible.

A couple passes by. "Do you mind?" a female voice asks.

"Please, come in," Ramsay answers.

The woman gets on fours. She's naked, Ada can see the shade of her firm breasts and erect nipples under her body.

The man penetrates her, holding her hips, breathing deeply alongside her.

The guy licking Ada's foot has stopped, and he's watching the rough duo. He starts sucking her big toe, his penis brushing under her thigh.

Two fingers coming from the rougher man push inside her, exploring her vagina in depth. Ramsay kisses her while flicking her nipple.

"Is this better than the lonely nights in your room?" he asks.

His eyes shine in the dark. She nods, moaning loudly when the man grinds his digits in a good place.

"Do you want these men to have sex with you?"

Her eyes are getting accustomed to the darkness. She looks at her lover, seeing the excitement in his eyes. Wanting to please him, she nods.

The guy licking her folds gets closer to her. He's the rude prison guard! The characteristic long beard gives it away! He's naked, strong, hairy abs pressing against her soft tummy.

He licks her face with a slimy tongue, hot breath moving towards her ticklish ear. His member moves around her pussy, brushing against her clitoris, trying to penetrate her hole.

He grabs it and pushes in. Crying in delight, he starts thrusting. Ada has her wrists held by the blond King. Her pussy walls molded by another penis. It's not as thick as Ramsay's, but long and with a wide head that crushes her sensitive area, sending pulses of pleasure all over her body.

This man who's treated her like crap is licking and biting her ear, using her to his will, while the person she's supposed to spend the night with stares at them. She feels so... blissful.

"Turn her around," the other man slaps her butt. He looks fairly similar to... to Clive!

The guy fucking her switches positions with ease, thrusting up and holding her hips. Her lips fall on his, and he explores her mouth with his tongue.

Clive goes for her behind, licking all over it. "Mhh. It tastes so good!" he reports, before pushing his skillful, wet tongue in.

Now both of her holes are being fucked, and Ramsay is holding his own penis near her lips. She opens her mouth and receives a delightful throatfucking.

The other couple finishes with loud cries and falls next to them. They embrace while smirking and seeing Ada being used like a common prostitute. The man keeps rubbing his partner, their eyes fixated on the hot scene.

Clive has a thinner, curved dick, perfect for exploring her ass roughly, no holding back. He is licking all over her back. Wherever he can reach, his slimy tongue enjoying her.

The rude guy grabs her tits, playing with them, pinching her nipples, tasting them.

Her King is holding her hair, being kind enough to make a few stops for breathing, but quickly going back to using her like a cocksleeve.

"Yeah, take it, whore!" the prison guard yells at her. Her pussy clenches, and he bursts into laughter. "She likes being abused, your bitch!"

She expected Ramsay to defend her, but he just penetrates her windpipe relentlessly.

Clive keeps slapping her ass. It's starting to sting. He hugs her so he can play with her clit and pubes, massaging that special area, adding even more pleasure to her already compromised situation.

"Cumming!" Clive thrusts so roughly she opens her mouth completely, allowing the King to push his member deeper than ever.

"GGGGHHHH!" she wails with her throat clogged.

Long ropes of cum fill her intestines, as her friend clings onto her wide, motherly hips. He pants and wets her back with his face sweat, licking her skin still. Then he lets go, pulling out, at the same time as Ramsay.

The guard's glans punching her anal sphincter makes her howl. The three of them cackle at her. Her poor ass is aching, moistened and empty. Her lover quickly fixes that. He pushes it in, bathing his member in another man's spunk.

"Oh, lord! So big!"

She gets her hair pulled, as Ramsay fucks her guts. The mean guard bites her tits, his cock pulsing, warning its imminent blast.

"Take it! Get pregnant!"

He plants his feet and fucks upwards, making her bounce on his strong, mature body.

Ramsay lets go of her hair, and her lips fall on the bearded man's once more. He holds her neck as he gives her the deepest, warmest kiss ever. His beard tickles her chin and neck, while his abundant jizz heats her uterus.

He keeps spurting and spurting, not letting her go. Ada rests on his sweaty body, having her mouth devoured by this animal.

She notices Ramsay has stopped thrusting, unsure of how long ago. His shaft is still deep inside her rear, though.

Once the masked guard lets her go, Ramsay pushes her aside. She falls on the wet, comfortable bed, and he pins her down. She's covered in semen and sweat. Defiled and tired from all the manhandling, she opens her arms for the best cock in the kingdom.

He introduces it in. Her vagina, gaped and lubed up, embraces him. She clenches, giving his girth the love it deserves.

"Aaah!" he snickers. "You have the best pussy in the kingdom!" he unknowingly returns her compliment.

Unlike the brute, Ramsay fucks her slowly, tasting every nook and cranny of her walls, pushing back the brute's spunk. They kiss, also slowly. She holds him, legs crossed over his butt, arms around his neck.

"I'm close," he looks at her in the eyes.

"Me too," she bites her lip, rotating her hips.

He moves down to her neck, tasting it. Then he bites it, pushing deeper with his tool. "Shiiiiiiiit..." he moans with his teeth pricking her glossy skin.

"Mhhh!" she holds him with intensity, his balls clenching against the bottom of her ass cheeks.

He unloads. Somehow she can taste it. It's magical. Much better than any other load she's received tonight. Once he lets go of her neck, he kisses her lovingly.

After everyone has left the couple rests on the bed for a while.

* * * * *

She wakes up to her son making eggs and ham.

"Smells good!" she prepares the table.

He keeps glancing at her.

"What?" she smiles.

He points at her neck. She touches it. It's hot. The place where Ramsay bit last night. She blushes, muttering a: "It's the pillow, its damn button..."

"Sure..." he starts eating, looking down.

She tries to brighten the mood with conversation, but he is pensive.

"Why do I need to excuse myself for who I see" is something that intrudes her mind. She eats and goes out to do chores.

* * * * *

Two weeks go by. Ada sees the King in his chambers here and there. Sometimes Wanda joins, but it's mostly them. She starts feeling comfortable with her new life when the news hit.

"The King is to be wed to Princess Zuri from Enalia! The King is to be wed to Princess Zuri from Enalia!" the town crier repeats it around town.

It earns the astonishment of the people, and the gossip moves like a storm. It's the first time their royalty marries someone south of the Belt.

Ada gets flustered, trying not to show emotion in front of her son. She goes about her day until it's time to work. The nobles are gathering to prepare for the reception tomorrow. Surely he knew...

Ramsay doesn't even look at her. She finishes her shift and goes home.

* * * * *

Princess Zuri stands next to Ramsay. She really tries, but her face shows she doesn't want to be there. Her family is either better actors, or actually happy for all the trade and influence the wedding will bring.

Ramsay ogles her, checking her young curves. He doesn't hide his desire.

Ada scoffs and walks away from the plaza. Her son didn't even go to the event, so she finds him and they go on a walk through the forest path.

That night she arrives at the castle, focused on doing her job and going back home. She's cleaning a cabinet when strong arms hug her waist. She feels a wet tongue exploring the side of her neck, and she pushes back, only to find a hard bulge pressed against her butt crack.

"Your majesty, stop!" she struggles.

"Why?" he breathes on her neck.

"You have a young fiancée now. That's enough..."

"Does that change the fact that I need you?"

She melts once more, but there's this jealousy in the back of her head.

"So you only come to me when you're bored? When she is around you don't even look at me..."

"Enalian traditions are more strict. I'm afraid of what they'd do to you if they found out about us..." he keeps tonguing the back of her neck, pressing her against the furniture in the empty hallway.

"And that's why you're doing this where anyone could see?"

That finally sets him back. He holds her hand and pulls her towards his chambers, like he has done many times before. But this time she doesn't move.

"You really don't want it?" he interrogates her with his eyes.

"I..." her hesitation forms a smile on his face.

He takes her to the nearest empty room. Pushing her onto the bed, he seizes her mouth in a hungry kiss. Delighted, he moves down to her neck, salty from the efforts in her work.

Grabbing her tits, he puts them in his mouth, one after the other, maintaining eye contact. Ada notices her crotch pulsating and wetting.

"Oh, lord..." she pants.

His hand moves under her dress and brushes her folds. She moans louder, and he puts his other hand on her mouth, still bullying her muff: "Weren't you so worried about others catching us?"

He takes his underwear off and uses it as a gag inside her mouth. The smell and taste overwhelms the poor widow, and she touches herself.

Ramsay straddles her face, his big cock rubbing all over it. Ada opens her mouth, force of habit. He pushes in. His glans sucked with strength by those thick lips. Her tongue praising his shaft, as it is forced deeper.

Ada breathes through her nose before the thick meat clogs her windpipe, and she closes her eyes as he starts fucking down.

"Yeah, take this dick..." Ramsay commands, holding her hair in two fists.

He pulls out, allowing her to breathe. Then he positions himself behind her. Using a pillow on her neck for comfort and a better angle, he spits in her mouth-pussy and fucks again.

It can go easier this time. He can fondle her mature boobs, flicking her nipples and holding her throat still, as he feels his penis pass through.

"Fucking shit, I hope that girl is as tight as you..." the King mutters.

Feeling like a breeding sow, the situation doesn't allow her to be hurt, just horny. He takes it out once more, and pushes deeper than ever, throwing himself onto her chubby body, licking her clit and making her squirm under his royal body.

It doesn't take long for them to orgasm. His spunk is forcefully chugged down. A spurt that is shot midway makes Ada cough. Ramsay pats her back until she recuperates, and he takes her into her arms, cuddling against her in the bed.

"What am I to you?" she asks, looking at the beautifully painted wall.

After a silent while, he answers: "My woman."

* * * * *

The wedding was beautiful. People of various ethnicities cheered as one. The Princess now Queen's smile looked more authentic; she clearly practiced, but Ada could see the animosity in her eyes.

Days go by, and she has a night shift. Daniel is calmer since he found out the King was getting married. He is unaware of the nights his mom has spent in his chambers, bathroom, even in the stables. Everything itched, even after their bath together.

She is doing her part with the mess the wedding caused, even days later. Miss Morella comes by and tells her to go sweep the hallways.

It's taken a while, but she's almost finished. She has avoided the royal corridor for a reason, but it can't be helped, she has to go now.

The moans can be heard from the stairs. Her chest moves quickly. Nervous and aroused, she cleans closer. The usually proper noble is screaming her lungs out, as the King grunts.

The room is dark, but there's a small opening in the door. Ada holds her chest, feeling her heart about to explode, and sees it.

A slender, dark leg is up in the air. The other one hugs a white, tightening ass cheek. Beautiful arms against a wide and tanned back.

Her lover is thrusting down onto another woman. A younger, more beautiful, exotic lady, who hated him not long ago, but is now happily clinging to him, receiving his potent dick.

"Uuuuugh! More! More!" she begs with her exciting accent, latching onto his thrusting body.

Ada bites her lip, the hurt drowned by a powerful itch down there. Looking left and right, she touches herself behind the door.

About to cum, she hears steps and, with grool falling down her thigh, keeps cleaning. Her red face can hopefully be tied to the shame of hearing those delighted screams.

* * * * *

There are two endings. The latter is more cruel, for those who fancy that. If you know you won't like it, please stop reading after this.

* * * * *

Blissful Ignorance

* * * * *

She felt sick that night, and puked at the side of the main street. She's been dizzy every morning lately. Her usually irregular period hasn't come for weeks now.

Nervous, she tries to contact the King, but he is glued to his new wife every single minute of the day.

Daniel is worried, only knowing of the sickness. The physician he contacts keeps quiet about her situation, luckily. He offers her some herbs, but she is unable to go through with it.

There's a knock on the door. Daniel is out working. A fiery redhead shows up, with a box in her hand.

"Wanda, dear!" Ada hugs her.

She smells cleaner than usual, dressed like a regular girl, just a tad more masculine. She looks stunning, with her short hair groomed.

"Clive told me you're not feeling well. We miss you up there," she looks at the stunning castle up the hill.

Ada holds her hand inside and is gifted a box of exquisite chocolate.

"Thank you so much! You're a sweetheart."

They spend some time chatting about their week.

"So... Let's cut to the chase. You are pregnant, right?"

Ada chokes with her own spit. Composing herself, she nods.

"I'm so glad I only let that jerk use my backdoor. Have you talked to him yet?"

"No. I couldn't..."

"Unbelievable."

She takes her friend to the castle. Clive asks about her, worried. He is stalled by the pair, and the sergeant takes her to the King's chambers.

Without ceremonies, she barges in, with Ada's hand glued to hers. The Princess is reading in bed. She doesn't look bothered or surprised, just a bit curious about the mature maid.

"Is this her?" she asks the redhead. Wanda returns a grunt of affirmation, a bit disrespectful to do towards a queen.

Ramsay is using his bathroom. "Ada!" he stands up naked, and opens his arms.

Ada is more hardened than usual. "I've been trying to talk to you..."

"Then why haven't you?"

Ada looks back at the ebony beauty on his bed.

"Oh... She... She isn't really fond of her people's traditions. You can be open in front of her."

Ada sighs and tells him.

He is unusually calm. Maybe this is just another Wednesday for him.

"What do you need? Money?"

Ada can see the worry in his eyes, though. Maybe having a wife now has him a bit unnerved.

"I... I don't know."

The King hugs her, relieving her from some stress. "I have an idea," he says.

* * * * *

"This is my boyfriend, Clive,. He is the father..." Ada signals to the kind guard who always waves when they pass by.

"Oh..." Daniel is shocked, but relieved that his mother is out of the King's claws.

They have a nice stew, and Daniel leaves for work. He is close to having enough money to start his own smithy, as he's always wanted. What he doesn't know is that his mom has a nice sum to push his dream into a reality soon enough.

Clive takes Ada to the room. He is not the King, but he is handsome, and a bit closer to her age, although still on the younger side. He likes her feet a lot, and she enjoys the massages and tongue baths, despite them being dirty. She doesn't know what men have with sweat.

Clive sucks on her toes while fingering her vagina. She closes her eyes, enjoying the moment. She can't help but imagine her King right at her feet, smiling at her. His strong fingers are playing with her so skillfully, while his tongue goes through her interdigits.

Her juices fall down to her anus. He spits on it and fingers that hole as well. Ada moans, holding her small belly. Her behind is being expanded, getting ready for what's about to come.

Then he stands in front of her butt. "Are you ready, my love?" she hears King Ramsay's voice.

"I am, dear. Please, fuck me like only you can."

She hears a chuckle, then his penis forces its way in. The glans massages her wavy walls, while his hand pats her clitoris.

Once the course is set, he hugs her from above, carefully not to press on the baby, kissing her tenderly while she keeps cumming.

"Mhh... Yes, you fuck me so good..." Ada moans.

"I'm so lucky the King gave us his blessing."

And so, the fantasy disappears. A handsome man with a kind face stands above her, slightly sweating from the effort. It's good, but not what she dreams of.

They embrace until he cums inside her rectum. "Oooh... so good!" he shouts.

Then he rubs her body. Feet, legs and arms. He is such a kind man. But, to be honest, she can't wait for the next meeting with her King.

* * * * *

Harsh Reality

* * * * *

It's been months since the wedding. At first Daniel had a slight hope of normalcy. His mom went home right after her shift ended. She was a bit cold, but at least she was there.

Weeks passed, and she started staying late. She said she had made a friend, Wanda. She wasn't lying, he saw them attached by the hip in the market and at later hours in the night, as he went out with his friends.

Lately she's barely been at home, and the few moments they crossed paths she seemed distant, refusing to engage in important conversation. Happier somehow, but out of it. She also smelled... different. A mix of expensive perfume that she didn't keep at home and... fouler things.

Last week he tried following her, but she walked inside the castle, and commoners aren't allowed there at night. She had already worked during the day, but the guard told him she had a shift.

He's sitting on the bench, looking up at the night sky, counting the days before he can take her away from this shitty place. Soon.

Then he notices it. A note lying on the floor, as if someone had thrown it purposefully.

Luckily, his parents taught him how to read. "Do you want to know where mommy is? River street. The big one."

Daniel moves. The note is correct, there's only one big house near the river, but it's vacant.

Well, it seems not. There's a reflection of a small flame in the window.

The door is not closed. Daniel comes in, heart beating in his chest with ill intent.

There are clothes on the floor. Men's and women's. He can hear noises, like loud shouting upstairs.

Something in him tells him it's better not to go up. Maybe blissful ignorance is better. But he has to see. He can hear her. Mom.

Walking upstairs, he's trying not to make a noise. Stupid, because, as much as the wood creaks, the grunting and shouting up there drowns everything.

First floor. The scene is grotesque. There's a bed right in the empty middle of the place, with only two rooms on each side. There's a pair of women's legs up in the air. They're fit, with calves bulging due to the aggressive bending of her ankles.

There are two men. One below her, hugging her stomach. The other is standing. They are both fucking... her... her butt.

It's so gaped, so big. Both impressive shafts are rubbing each other inside her, making her squirm, but those guys don't allow her to move an inch, hugging her torso and legs tightly.

Daniel smells the sex, hears the moans. But it's nothing compared to the howling upstairs. He looks up, shadows dancing in the light.

They seem to have not noticed him but, as he reaches the bottom of those large stairs, the redhead gives her a look. Pity, crushed relentlessly by passion and desire, but it's there.

Daniel moves upstairs. He feels like peeing so bad, just like when he played hide and seek with his friends, covering under the bush.

His legs barely work, it feels like forever just to reach half the stairs. But he doesn't have to move much more. His head peeks over the floor. He hugs the balusters and sees.

His mother, Adalfrida. The sole reason he exists after his father's passing. She... She...

She is jumping up and down the King's dick, her vagina swallowing that humongous girth. He sees his blond locks, his hands behind his head, casually enjoying the sight of her buttocks twerking on his huge member.

Mother has dark painting on her skin, a brush resting on the bowl full of pigment at the foot of the bed.

"King's Whore," right on her belly. "Cum storage," on her face, passing her nose bridge. And others he doesn't bother reading.

Daniel feels like puking, his gags not alerting them over the obscene moaning and screaming. When he looks back up he notices the Queen, the beautiful ebony lady, so arrogant and cold, kneeling on a cushion, surrounded by three burly, naked men.

One of them, with a large beard, takes her for himself, holds her precious curly hair and facefucks her like a breeding sow, just a hole for his big-headed cock.

"You like it, huh?" the King's slaps on Ada's ass bring Daniel's attention back.

Mother has her hands on the bed now, and she's slamming her hips, her eyes glassy and wild, looking through her son, not seeing a damn thing.

"Mother..." he whispers, while she smiles in ecstasy, out of it.

Her body starts failing her, her elbows dropping on the soft mattress.

"Already tired? Careful, or I'll replace you with a younger model..." Mother's scowl quickly disappears, replaced by more smiling and tears of joy. Ramsay takes a hold of her hair and starts ravaging her, doggy-style, punishing her bottom with an open hand.

He is not that lost in pleasure and finds Daniel in the dark. His stupid smirk tells Daniel that he was responsible for the note.

Deep down, behind his murderous wishes, he thanks him. He'd rather know. Not knowing, the despair it produced, had him going crazy these last weeks. Now... Now he knows.

"Take it *SMASH* deeper, slut! *SMASH*"

"Pleeeease... More... more!" mother rocks her hips, pleading with her body for more orgasms, more happiness.

One of the other men, tired from the bearded guy monopolizing the Queen, asks for permission. The King nods, and his mother's sight is hidden by a man's arse, tightening with every thrust on Ada's throat.

Her thunderous shouting is muffled by a random guy's dick. Her hands appear on each side, snatching his firm cheeks.

A hand on his wrist startles him. It's warm and wet. He follows the athletic arm and finds himself looking at the redhead woman. She smiles compassionately and pulls him back down.

One man is lounging on the bed, the other nowhere to be seen. Now that they are quiet, he hears moaning at the other side of the door, in the room on the left.

They just walk down. Daniel follows the beautiful lady downstairs. Her bum squirts a nasty, thick juice on the floor. He tries to dodge it while passing by, making that occupy the whole of his mind.

They arrive. Silently and gently, she pushes him outside and closes the door on him.

He doesn't know how long he's been standing there, looking up at the top of the building, trying not to imagine what they're doing there and failing miserably.

Somehow he walks back to the house. He gathers his things in bags and pays for a room at the inn. Luckily, the master is the father of a friend, and he allows it so late at night.

Next day, he takes the wagon to the next city. Money in his pocket; he is ready. Ready to start a new life, although the old one will haunt him for the rest of his life.