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Lord Daygar - Kingslayer Ch. 09

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Princess Ameka lay in inert beneath Lord Peglar, impaled on his burgeoning cock, her slender arms pinned to the bed by the overwhelming power of the man grunting with satisfaction as he hammered his penis deep into her. She had attempted to be on top as she always had been with her father, to ride him like a horse with some control but Peglar had other ideas and had turned her onto her back, spreading her legs wide apart with his own.

She knew he was teaching her a lesson. Daygar had allowed her to remain a Princess and to her people she was the Monarch of Octavia now her mother had been dethroned and stripped of her title and banished to Slaveria to await the Giant Lord's will. It was a sham of course, she was but a figurehead for the people to rally to in these changing times; taking the credit for the alliance with Daygar's huge armies which would protect them from the ravages of the marauding Sea People. Lord Peglar was simply reminding her it was he who mastered the roost!

Octavia could not have protected itself from such a violent force intent on nothing more than to destroy their castles and homes and plunder its treasures, raping the women and taking them back to their inhospitable land off the Northern coast of the ten nations. They had been attacked several times and suffered badly at the hands of the savage crews landing silently in their longships, disgorging hundreds of sadistic raiders. King Padraig had failed to provide any meaningful solution so Queen Simaca had hatched the plan to dispose of him in favour of Daygar and in the process taking the Crown of Octavia for herself. The plan had not gone as thought!

Ameka could feel his cock building to its conclusion and readied herself for the rush of hot liquid about to penetrate her inner depths, still trying to simulate the changes of the last few days. Daygar had all but raped her alongside her mother but it had been necessary to yield to him in return for his protection and for the sake of the Kingdom. The proclamation that she and not Queen Simaca would take the throne of Octavia alongside Lord Peglar had surprised her; it was her assumption that her mother would naturally be his consort.

He was twice her twenty years but still handsome and well cared for, not a fighting man but a politician and his cock much less intrusive than the fearsome brute that swung between the Giant Lord's legs. She would still have to be guarded in her actions, certain that even this relatively gentle Lord would not hesitate to punish her if she overstepped her role, she had still not forgotten the lessons she had learned from her father at his knee, with the flat of his hand against her delicate bottom!

Lord Peglar had indeed intended to stamp his authority over the young Princess but violence was not in his nature and pleasured himself of her beauty and intimate treasures. Having lost his wife during childbirth two decades before, he had modest experience of women and the girl beneath him was little older than his own daughter Saskia. As a politician and negotiator he could see the value of this liaison and should Daygar fail to win the ten nations he would be well placed to take control of the Kingdom along with the pretty Princess. Her brother, Prince Irad was still in Mercuria wooing the Jewel Queen but that would fail, Daygar would see to that, he had other plans for the glittering Queen. Irad would be sent back to Octavia and Peglar would see that his title was withdrawn reducing him to a mere pawn in the long game.

He looked down into Princess Ameka's youthful face, her rolling curls of rich brunette hair streaking in all directions from her head and jerked wildly, his buttocks straining before forcing another stream of his pent up juices into her.

Ameka heard herself squeal as his liquid shot into her chasm and suddenly found she was tantalised in a way she had never before experienced. Having been at the call of her father for over two years since coming of age she had never felt another man's cock and unexpectedly she wanted more! She reached beneath the Lord and wound her fingers around his depleting penis and played him back to rigidity, guiding him once again into her entrance. Peglar responded and began thrusting her again before yet again spewing his cream, only this time Ameka flooded him with her juice, climaxing for the first time in her life!

*****

Queen Simaca knew she had only a brief window of opportunity to salvage any hope of a restoration to her crown and had bathed at length before dressing in her finest silks and lace for the journey to Slaveria aboard Daygar's flagship. She had ensconced herself in the Giant Lord's spacious cabin to await the only man who could once again bring her to life after years of feeble sex at the hand of King Padraig; his abilities limited to stimulants of the 'night shadow berry'. Her heavily fragranced body tingled at the prospect of feeling Daygar's cock inside her.

He entered the cabin and breathed in the heavy scent, his ears pricking to the sound of her petticoats as she swished towards him to greet him her hand immediately reaching for his groin as he embraced her. She was indeed a beautiful woman, taller than the petite Princesses and more akin to Boudina with fulsome breasts and a feminine maturity that can only beguile a man. He held her close and swept the deep brown curls from her neck to kiss it before moving to her crimson-red lips to kiss her fully, not in a delicate passionate way but forceful and mastering, taking ownership of her.

Simaca slid her hand beneath his robes and played his already erect penis in her palm, her small hand puny against the length and girth of his awesome shaft; her slender fingers encircling it tightly massaging him eagerly. Her hope was of him taking her as his consort and declaring himself King of the four nations, she would then be Queen alongside him, Majesty of the largest Kingdom of the ten nations, including that of Octavia! Her hand gripped him hard, stirring his loins into action.

Daygar forced her to her knees, gripping her locks as he guided her mouth to the end of his throbbing penis, not waiting for any invitation as he penetrated her luscious painted lips and delved into the back of her throat. Protocol dictated that High Born ladies had to yield to their man on their knees but that meant a ritual polite sucking of the 'head' of her Lord's cock without force or duress, as such Queen Simaca would never before have experienced this kind of behaviour. Simaca rose to the challenge, sucking his entire length with a greedy determination, her class and high attitude would have to yield to the necessity of regaining her status.

The Giant Lord watched as the Queen laboured along his cock knowing she was deploying all her womanly guile to enrapt him, her head bobbing rapidly in a fashion she had never before contemplated. His cock hardened at her total capitulation to his authority over her, tightening his grip on her curls, pulling her from his erection towards his aching balls. At first she kissed them then licked each in turn before taking them in her mouth, sucking his sac hard, buttocks tightening at the thrill of the sensations passing through him.

Simaca reached behind her and unclasped the halter at the base of her neck releasing the gown from her, letting it slide slowly over her ample breasts to her waist before returning to his cock, suckling its tip and running her lips along its length. Rising to her feet the gown slid from her hips pooling around her glittering shoes, Daygar took in her nudity, taking his time to sweep across her body inhaling her heady fragrance and capturing her beauty within his mind forever.

Lifting her from her feet by her bottom he pulled her to him and slid her onto the end of his throbbing cock, her arms about his neck as he impaled her to its hilt. She let out a stifled squeal as his rod reached her depths, tightening herself around it, her breasts swaying with his thrusts as he fucked her hard.

Daygar carried her to the bed still on the end of his cock and backed her onto the mattress, spreading her long legs as wide as possible, one leg over his shoulder the other waving aimlessly at the cabin roof as he continued the onslaught of her feminine riches. Queen Simaca was in full voice, her shrill squeals penetrating the confines of the cabin, the sway of the sea adding to the foggy turmoil of her head as the Giant Lord gave her everything he had.

He had felt her jerking orgasms at least twice but resisted the urge to shoot his load into her, working her body hard, the solid nubs of her pink nipples gyrating at the centres of her white breasts. Daygar withdrew and stood up, pulling the naked woman along with him, returning her to her knees his large hand clutching endless bunches of elegant curls as he forced his cock deep into her throat.

Queen Simaca had not prepared for this, women of her status are never subjected to such forceful sexual conquest but she knew this was her one chance of retrieving her Crown and accepted his authority over her. A lowly handmaiden would not expect a man to expel his juices within her mouth but Simaca understood that was his intention and her high born station would not prevent it.

When it came she was overcome by the ferocity of his ejection, gagging as she attempted to swallow his man made lava, his hand holding her head; cock filling her throat with his first wave. He allowed her breath, withdrawing before the next, his buttocks clenching tight as his balls hardened sending his juices down the length of his penis.

Queen Simaca struggled for air; her throat clogged with his cream and felt hot liquid streak across her face for the first time in her life. No man had dared treat her like Daygar had, as if she were a destitute brothel wench with nothing but her body to offer in return for hope, then Simaca realised that is exactly what she had become!

*****

'What news of Daygar's ship?' Princess Natalia demanded. She had grown impatient having been several days since the plan to usurp the Giant Lord and take the crown of Slaveria for herself had been implemented.

General Grojon bowed low. 'The ship has been impounded on the south coast, Your Majesty.'

Every part of her tingled at his use of the title but she was not Queen yet; the Lords of the Great Chamber had to be subdued to allow that. 'The army is following your orders and not that of Daygar?' she quizzed.

'They believe what I tell them to believe, that Daygar is a traitor and to keep him in custody aboard the vessel along with the Lords travelling alongside him until told otherwise,' Grojon explained.

'Then what is to stop me taking the Crown?' she shrieked, 'and why not have them killed?'

'Nothing at all, Your Majesty. I will see to it at once. Call the Lords to the Great Chamber and I will have them subdued and at your mercy.'

Princess Natalia needed no further persuasion and dressed in her finest gown and jewels for the occasion, sweeping into the Great Chamber between the gathered Lords and their scribes, ascending the great steps to the huge oak throne. Confusion reigned as she sat in the seat once occupied by King Hinea, her natural father and Grojon's lieutenant's and men swarmed into the huge vaulted chamber. Her sister Princess Saria and half sister Princess Leyia had also been commanded to attend and looked on in confusion.

'What is the meaning of this,' Lord Joaquin boomed. 'Why does the Princess sit at the head of us and where is Lord Daygar?'

'Silence,' Princess Natalia's voice was slight and shrill but no less heard as she held up her hand. The chamber hushed.

'I demand to know why Lord Daygar and the others are not here!' Lord Joaquin boomed again.

'One more demand my Lord and you shall be removed with force.' She nodded at Grojon who responded with several of his men surrounding the hapless Lord. 'Perhaps I should have your head removed and placed at my feet as an example,' she shrieked, her appetite for power swelling by the second. Lady Helena, her scheming mentor joined her alongside the oak throne smiling broadly at the success of their plan. 'Daygar has been arrested along with Bowdan and the others,' she continued making no reference to titles or status. 'I am seizing the Crown with the authority of my birthright and the armies commanded by General Grojon.'

'Can this be so?' said another exasperated Lord.

'It is so,' confirmed Grojon simply.

Princess Natalia was impatient to move on. 'I am Queen of Slaveria, Arania, Centria and Octavia,' she shouted in her loudest voice. 'You would do well to honour me or be incarcerated at my pleasure.'

'There are procedures and legal matters to attend before such a proclamation can be made,' intoned another Lord.

Princess Natalia rose to her feet and the mutterings of the chamber fell silent. 'Enough of this nonsense,' she bellowed. 'That will wait. Step forward General Grojon.' The gnarled warlord obeyed and rose to the first step towards the throne. 'You will become Lord Grojon,' she instructed. 'I bestow upon you the lands and properties of Bowdan and Commander of the combined armies of the four nations.'

Grojon remained bowed as she continued. 'You will take my sister Princess Saria as your consort in gratitude for your loyalty.' He remained silent despite her intimation he would rule the nations by Natalia's side. Princess Saria jumped to her feet and protested animatedly but to no avail. She did not relish her life alongside such a man but knew she was powerless against her sister.

Princess Natalia turned to her half sister, bile rising in her throat as the venom of years of jealousy surfaced like lava from a volcano. 'You,' she shrieked pointing in the direction of Princess Leyia, standing alongside her consort the handsome Lord Cevert. 'Bring her to me,' she directed.

Princess Leyia struggled pitifully between two burly soldiers as she was brought before the new Queen; Lord Cevert tried to intervene but was apprehended and rendered helpless.

'My father never wanted me because of you,' Natalia hissed. 'Now you will pay for depriving me of that love.' She recoiled as if a cobra preparing to strike. 'Your alliance with Cevert will be annulled and I strip you of your title and treasures. You will serve your days in the dungeons beneath this castle, and like any common whore or penniless vagrant you will earn your food like the lowest, on your knees sucking the cocks of your jailors for a bowl of gruel.'

The chamber was still and eerily quiet, in shock at the diatribe coming from the throat of such a fragile looking Princess, no one daring to speak, then a slow clap... clap... clap noise came from the back of the hushed chamber.

'That was quite a performance, Your Majesty,' Daygar said emerging from the shadows.

Princess Natalia's mouth fell open at the sight of the Giant Lord making his way through the stunned audience towards her. She panicked and stared wildly at Grojon. 'Arrest him, you fool,' she screamed. But Grojon didn't move, didn't do anything as Daygar arrived at his side, then slapped him on his back and burst out laughing.

The Princesses face betrayed her emotions, arrogance giving way to confusion then horror and finally terror in the space of a minute as the grim realisation of this sham hit her. Grojon had played up to her and Lady Helena's plan whilst betraying her to Daygar, she shook visibly as the Giant Lord mounted the steps and pulled her aside from the throne, taking her place in the huge seat.

'Do you think a Commander would have been so bold as to take a Princess so roughly without my consent,' Daygar boomed to the gathered audience. He turned to Natalia. 'I instructed him to treat you roughly to see how ardently you wished to pursue your plan to overthrow me and it appears you were very ardent indeed. Your plans were common knowledge to me even before we left for Octavia and Grojon played his part to the letter. You are a traitor and you will pay the price for that,' he barked ominously. Natalia shuddered from head to toe.

'Everyone but My Lords and the Princess will leave us,' Daygar ordered, Grojon's soldiers and the assorted scribes and servants filed out of the huge chamber. Grojon turned to leave with his men.

'You will remain Commander Grojon. The Princess has bestowed upon you the title of Lord and I will ratify your elevation to this Great Chamber, your loyalty is beyond question and you will indeed be Commander of the combined armies from this moment.' Grojon beamed at the honour. 'Unfortunately you cannot have the Bowdan estates, as you can see he is alive and well.' The old Lord stood passively to one side, his head bowed in sorrow at the betrayal from his consort. 'You will receive suitable lands and property.'

'I am honoured My Lord,' Grojon said with obvious pride.

'Unfortunately you will not have the pleasure of Princess Saria, but I can offer you a Queen.' Daygar smiled as he clapped his hands, Queen Simaca was quickly escorted to the centre of the Chamber. Her efforts to win Daygar for herself had failed spectacularly; she had prostituted herself to him in a fashion no Lady would, for nothing.

Simaca was dressed in deep blue, her gown accentuating the fulsome curves of her large breasts and tiny waist, defining her hips and prominent bottom, her court shoes glinted with jewels as did her wrists and fingers. Grojon glanced then stared long, mesmerised at her royal beauty, his cock beneath his tunic growing urgently at such a wondrous site, Simaca was of a similar age to him but years of pampering and exotic treatments against his war-torn scarred face and body made her appear half his age. His groin tingled with excitement and disbelief. Surely she could not be meant for him? She was radiant and voluptuous against the delicate youthful petite figure of the Princess, far less appealing to him than the majestic maturity of Simaca.

'Unfortunately she is no longer a Queen but I think she will make you a very fine Lady.' Daygar mused. 'Will you yield to Lord Grojon?' he said looking directly at the deposed Queen. 'Or will you leave to make your way outside of this Court?'

Queen Simaca was appalled at the sight of the gnarled General, a scar ran across his left cheek and his chiselled and rugged appearance alarmed her yet she knew he would be her best hope of retaining some kind of position in society. She trembled as her words falteringly left her lips. 'I do yield My Lord,' she acquiesced knowing all too well what protocol demanded of her next. Her future lay only as a trophy, to adorn the arm, and cock of a powerful man and Grojon would be all powerful as the Commander of the largest army of all the ten nations.

Grojon's cock grew to its fullest extent as Simaca almost floated across to him in her long gown and sank to her knees before him, her hand delving beneath his tunic. The General inhaled sharply as the high born woman passed him between her crimson painted lips and began to suck his cock as dictated by the laws of the Court. The gathered Lords looked on in silence as Grojon observed his new consort, her head a mass of golden brown curls dancing down her back as her head assuaged his throbbing manhood.

The sucking of Grojon's cock was more ceremonial than sexual and he released her from her duty well before his juices formed, bringing her to her feet by his side. He sheathed it and led his new Lady to their places alongside the other Lords; she would perform for him later and as her new master he would take her in every way that pleased him. His cock remained stiff for the entire time!

Daygar wasted no time, reaching for Lady Helena and wrenching her from the seat at the side of the throne where she had shrunk in silence, flinging her down the steps into a pile of satin and crinoline, her skirts splashed around her offering no protection to her modesty. She quickly gathered her petticoats around her and shuffled to her knees in abject surrender, head bowed and almost touching the floor before the Giant Lord to await what she knew would be a dreadful fate.

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