Conquered (open for one female player)

OOC: The role of the Queen is up for grabs and I'll be playing Leon.

IC:
The little kingdom of Palma consisted of just one major city and the lands that surrounded it. For some time it was ruled by a wise king, who could balance the political tightrope and keep it from harm's way.

But soon after his death allies turned away from Palma. So, when it was invaded by mercenaries, nobody came to its aid. The mercenaries were led by Leon The Stallion, named so for his insatiable lust and, rumors had it, equally impressive equipment.

The mercenaries rammed open the gates and poured into the city, ruthlessly killing its retreating defenders. They subsequently stormed the palace and Leon himself knocked down the doors to the throne room and barged in, he and his men knocking the few remaining Queen's bodyguards out of the way.

The Queen, who ruled Palma with her lovely but weak hand after the death of her father, was young and gorgeous, full and curvy in all the right places. So much so that Leon gave up the idea of killing her. No, he had better plans.

He approached her, his big body towering over her, clad in armor. Lifting the faceguard of his helmet, he revealed his handsome face to her. He was not old either, still in his twenties.

"Surrender to me, Queen of Palma! I, Leon, am now the king and master of Palma and you. All shall bend to my will, for I shall slay those who do not!"

Once she swore her surrender, took the oath to be his subject and bowed before him, Leon grinned.

"Good. Tomorrow we will wed and I shall become a true King. Now leave. You are confined to the royal bed chamber. I shall come see you tonight." He took a long, telling look at her beautiful cleavage and grinned.

The Queen was devastated. Just a a short time ago she had lost her wonderful father. Now she had lost the rule of her country. So many had died trying to protect her, all for naught. She went to her chambers scared for her life. Was it worth continuing she wondered? After all her entire way of life had been shattered.

She wondered how long before He would come. She imagined him acting like the typical victor, taking his spoils, splitting them open, then throwing them out like garbage. A shiver went through her regal frame.

A single tear started to trace a crystal path down her cheek but she stopped it, brushed it away. It was not fitting for a Queen. Her heart felt heavy and cold, for neither was bowing before Him. None of this was fitting. It was a betrayal of her father, her people and her country.

However, desperate times do call for desperate actions. There is more than one way to influence a Warrior King. She called for some of her hand maidens. They in turn, were told to call for some of the King's favorite whores.

Tonight she might live or she might die. She would, however, do her best to steer the handsome conqueror to her country's benefit.

She prepared for him. Whatever he wanted to do, she would hope to beguile him. Perhaps, she would be able to make him care for her a little. Or perhaps, she would be a head on a pike, come morning.

As the ladies retreated, the Queen's ears burned with new knowledge about bedchamber secrets she had never herself experienced. Her face felt hot in her violet silk robes trimmed with gold. She fanned herself carefully. She was not going to mess up her perfumed hair, or the kohl on her eyes.

She looked into a mirror and saw a scared girl. This would not do! She kept her eyes there until she found a regal woman in her mirror then, she slowly put it down and waited, back straight for her fate.

I am Consquela de Solita, the Queen of Palma. I will do my best for my people, she thought, even if it means becoming a whore. She tried to tell herself that. Something inside her rebelled. Yet, what else could she do really?

The idea of marrying this murdering fiend who had said he would come to her very bed chambers made her again think of death, this time in a warmer fashion. She sat, one small, dark, hand reached for her wine. She sipped the red liquid as if it alone would sustain her.

It took most of the day to settle matters of policing and occupation, ensure that citizens wouldn't be harmed too much by his celebrating soldiers. But shortly before the sun went down he retired to the royal bed chambers, ready to spend the night and enjoy his lovely spoils.

Opening the door, he found her sitting with her back turned to him. The excellent shape of her figure was outlined by the fine flowing cloth and Leon smiled in anticipation.

"Are you ready for me?" He asked and came closer.

Taking her by the shoulders, he guided her to stand up and turned her around to face him. Then, Leon reached out and ran his hand along her cheek, smiling, chuckling at what he judged to be fear and her trying to act offended.

"Well, well, my dear, don't pretend to be untouchable." He pressed his body into hers. "Soon you will be under me naked, moaning and crying with every thrust of my cock into your tight, royal pussy." He did several mock thrusts, grinding his body against hers, then chuckled again.

"Don't worry," he whispered into her ear. "You'll enjoy it."

He kissed her behind the ear and then moved his lips ahead quickly and passionately claimed her mouth. For a while it was a kiss with lips only, but soon his tongue invaded her mouth and coaxed hers into more.

She forbade her body from jumping in shock when he finally opened her door. She stilled her frame, tensing for the assault that would surely come.

"Are you ready for me?" He asked coming closer to her. Ah yes, his arrogance at least was full and ripe, as he was also rumored to be. He took her by the shoulders and had her stand up. Her body gave him the first betrayal a blush rose in her royal face. A delicate pink traveled up her face across her cheeks and nose.

"I hardly know how to answer that Sir." She said her heart thudding with fear. "I am not sure what you wish. I am not experienced in these matters." Consquela breathed the words out her flush deepening. She was surprised that her breath seemed too short. Indeed it was even shorter than usual beneath her always tightly laced bodice.

He ran his hand along her heated cheek. She tried to keep her face neutral and unaffected but twin emotions burgeoned inside her of anger and desire. Her brows went up. Her lips pursed. What depravations would a bloodthirsty bastard king like this want with her?

She tried to remember she had been conquered but her very spirit rebelled at the thought. His touch made her face grow more heated still. How many times had she longed for a gentle touch? The court eunuch was kind and had strong warm hands. She had heard much about his touch. His sword could stab but not spurt it was said.

She being Princess and then Queen could not be allowed to sully herself. No she had to wait for this? The be taken like a secondary prize won along with a country? Such thoughts are not helpful at a time like this. She told herself.

Was she trembling? Surely not, a Queen should not tremble. She was though or rather her body was. Her body's second betrayal was this then.

She drew in a deep breath trying to steady herself. I am not a young and foolish girl untried, she began her thought then stopped. In this one thing she was indeed such.

"Well, well, my dear, don't pretend to be untouchable." He said pressing his body into hers. "Soon you will be under me naked, moaning and crying with every thrust of my cock into your tight, royal pussy." He did several mock thrusts, grinding his body against hers, then chuckled again.

"Don't worry," he whispered into her ear. "You'll enjoy it."

She shivered with his actions and words. A thought came to her making her smile.

"Sir wouldn't you want to save that for your wedding night so you can show the blood stained bedding and prove the despoiling of your bride? Is that not a tradition in your country as it is mine? If you were to do such tonight. Some might doubt your claim on the morrow." She said it carefully in a honeyed tone hoping to dissuade him from this course he had laid.

He took her lips then. Took them and crushed them against his. She held herself as straight as she could while heat traveled up and down her body. She refused to let her hands and arms hold him. Her legs began to feel weak. Her knees came near to buckling. She felt she would smother from his kiss.

Then he nudged his tongue past her lips. This was one of the things the whores had told her about. Hearing about it was quite different from feeling it. She struggled against a hot tide and lost. Her tongue began to seek it's brother and play.

She was outraged and shocked at her body once more. Still, this could help her cause. If only she were more experienced it would be easier to turn him to her own needs. Perhaps even have him do her bidding for her country. Now that would be sweet. There should be lessons on this as there were in music, needle work and falconry.

Her mind stopped for a bit. It stilled. She found herself simply lost in the wet warm sensations of his mouth and touch. It was very hard to remember to breathe under these conditions. She started to feel lightheaded, this was, pleasant, in it's way, very pleasant. Her mind took a break from schemes and just enjoyed this moment.

The kiss was deep, hot and lustful. Leon claimed her whole body as his with his strong hands. They explored, not hurting, but squeezing and massaging her flesh through the fabric and directly with some degree of firmness, establishing that he wasn't needlessly harsh, yet still absolute master of her.

Hungrily, his lips left hers and proceeded to plant hot, passionate kisses along her cheek, her neck. He didn't move down fast towards a goal, but rather paid attention to kiss her neck, to poke it with his tongue, to gently plant his teeth into it. He did not quite break her skin, but small jolts of pain from the bites were felt. Her neck, the most delicate area where a small wound could kill, was his love or hurt and love it he did.

It took no effort to ruin her balance, even if her mind may have willed the body to stay on its feet. Her body wouldn't listen and the two of them fell down onto the feathery softness of the enormous bed.

"How nice of you to think about our marriage ceremony, my dear." He said, trailing his hand along her cleavage and burrowing it deeper into the cups of fabric to feel up her breasts. "Maybe I will do as you suggested. Maybe I will take my pleasure from you differently tonight." He grinned. "We will see."

He planted another hot kiss on her lips and caressed her until he felt her body responding even against her wishes. Or perhaps she did wish for it as well. He then looked at her flushed face and smiled.

"Now disrobe. I don't want to take you like a common spoil of war. Remove your garments and mine so I could take my pleasures with you."

Consquela was lost in the tide of sensation that Leon the Conqueror was making her feel. Her mind slowed into quietude, her plans forestalled. His kisses were like wine. They made her hot. Made her mind float in merry sensations until she came crashing down on the feathered mattress.

That jarring of her body as she fell with Him on top of her, woke her once more. Her body had showed a weakness for what He would do again. Consquela was shocked. She started to struggle against his hands and mouth, her body was pinned under his but at least her clothes were still on. Access was not assured yet, perhaps He would still relent in this particular quest. A part of her wanted him to forge his way on.

Yes, that part of her, wanted him to trace his heat through her body. She pushed it down inside her. Her brain whirled in confusion, mind scrambling for options. He chose that moment to speak again.

"How nice of you to think about our marriage ceremony, my dear." He said playing with her breasts in a most obscene fashion. Hot spikes of alarm and arousal, both, went through her body as he did so, far too casually.

"Maybe I will do as you suggested. Maybe I will take my pleasure from you differently tonight." He grinned. "We will see."

A shiver ran over her skin at his words but she forced a smile. At least he was considering her words that was a very good sign! She was breathing now faster than she normally would. Consquela was aware that this made her breasts undulate in a most unseemly fashion, something the court whores had told her to do but she hated it. She hadn't meant to. She just was having trouble breathing. The handmaidens who had helped her dress has laced her up tighter than usual or this man was going to be the death of her. Leon was like a cat with a baby stealing her breath always.

"I will always be thinking about what is best, for you my King." She said even while she tried to think of any options to this. Really though her body might find his attentions stirred it, she did not want to be his whore. She wanted to be more. If only I weren't so ignorant of such things she thought to herself. She fought for another deep breath while he seemed to steal away her resolve and breath both with his nibbling, sucking and kissing at her neck.

She was plunged again into a liquid heat, her mind silenced. He was kissing her on her mouth once more. Her body wanted him now. She tingled and glowed red hot. She was happily fuzzy when he spoke.

"Now disrobe. I don't want to take you like a common spoil of war. Remove your garments and mine so I could take my pleasures with you." This woke her completely. She was startled beyond words. Consquela was pleased he didn't want to take her like a common spoil of war. That at least was encouraging but disrobing was rather terrifying. On the one hand she could reveal herself as few other than her handmaidens and the court eunuch had ever seen her.

She did not like the idea of it. Yet the alternative was perhaps more frightening still. He was said to be quite formidable in flesh. She had not seen much male flesh and her blush deepened.

"I may require some of your help my King." She said her face now as red as a pomegranate. "I do not normally disrobe without the aid of my handmaidens you see and never have I disrobed a Man." She said so as sweetly as she could.

She pulled at his shirt inexpertly, trying to discern how the thing was held closed. His scent filled her nose making her lick her lips without knowing it. He was still atop her, so she couldn't do much about her own clothes. Therefore she would take his first. Now that would be interesting in a way. Would that give her an advantage in this eve?

"Would you care for some wine my King?" She asked sweetly pulling the shirt finally off the front of his chest and to his sides.

Leon smiled at the beauty under him. That she spoke so softly, so submissively and so seductively made him desire her even more. She was much unlike all the other women this mercenary had taken. They were screaming and fighting, giving him the pleasure of a conqueror as he took them as spoils, invaded their lovely tight bodies with his strong phallos. Consquela, on the other hand, was resigned and submitted. Instead of foolishly fighting, she now tried to channel her energy into working within the new reality. She knew she was his and had to please him, and please him she did, with her sweet voice.

She must have been trembling on the inside, she had to. Virginal, not knowing what it is like, yet fully within his power. If he so chose, she would lose her virginity any moment. The complicated dress never stopped him. He needed only open his pants, flip the hem of her dress over her waist, pull down her undergarments and ram, like an invader rams the gates of a town, sweeping aside all resistance, breaking through, shedding the defender's blood and conquering fully.

This of course, would have to wait until tomorrow, Leon decided. Naturally, this did not mean he planned to go to bed unsatisfied tonight.

"Wine will come after you are undressed, my bride." He said, standing up from the bed and giving her freedom to move again.

He fetched his dagger and came to her once again, laughing at her fearful expression. He couldn't blame her, of course. Leon with a blade was a fearsome sight.

"This is only to cut the laces." He explained. "Sit up and turn around."

As soon as she did, the blade made two moves and her dress lost all its support. Any hasty move on her part would now make it fall to her waist or perhaps even lower.

"Remove everything slowly." He smiled in anticipation, tossing the no longer needed dagger aside.

Leon the Conqueror's smile was most pleasant. She enjoyed it a great deal, yet it made her feel like a small field mouse under a great hawk. She was supposed to be a hawk. Now she was reduced to this a gray mouse huddled under His shadow.

Always she had known that someday she would be married to a stranger for political reasons but she never imagined it would be like this. She was becoming a servant instead of a Queen, at least with Him. Perhaps, among others, she would still be a Queen, if He allowed it. She hoped that He would permit her to rule at least in some small fashion if not for herself, for her people.

She was thinking about how best to undress her King, when He moved away from her, letting her up. Her body missed the power and warmth that had trapped it. Her mouth opened before she could stop it, but she fought down a moan. No lady should make such needy noises, and certainly, no Queen conquered or not! Now Consquela was nonplussed. The tables of power had slid again away from her. He wanted her undressed first.

She stood hesitantly. Her hands going to the back of her dress to undo it as best she could. She blinked and tried to steady herself. Fighting her body's rash impulses, trying not to tremble, she began to take off the outer robe.

He grabbed a dagger. That froze her in place, her knees again felt weak, her eyes widened in abject fear. She sat again on the bed. This is it. He had seemed gentle in a way, but somehow she had displeased Him, and He was now going to show her, His true colors.

He laughed. It felt like a slap in her face when He laughed at her. Her spine became steel. She was no child to be trifled with. Her eyes narrowed darkly.

"This is only to cut the laces." He explained. "Sit up and turn around." Oh how very like Him to want to cut something rather than have the patience to untie the laces. She thought, her mind rolling in anger and rebellion. She had little choice even so. Her lips pressed tightly together made a thin white line. She sat up and turned around as He had bade her.

As soon as she did, He cut the laces. The snick of His blade made her shiver, she could no longer control her body's reactions. Two fast sounds and her skin was full of goose bumps. She felt her garment loosen. Consquela was suddenly able to take a real breath for the first time, that at least was a relief. She felt the volume of cloth shift and ease against her ribs. Carefully she gathered it up and held it to her skin reluctant to show her body to this stranger, her King.

"Remove everything slowly." He smiled in anticipation, tossing the no longer needed dagger aside.

Slowly sounded good to her if she must remove her things at all. Now she recalled the words of the court whores. "Tease Him with your skin and scent. Show Him your fear. It will make Him want you all the more. Slowly, layer by layer, remove your clothes for Him. Do not forget to blush in shame. You may scream and fight, some men like that, this one probably more than most." She shook her head slightly.

She might fight, yes, but if so, it would be a subtle sort of fighting and she would most definitely not scream! Could she tease Him? Could she show her fear? These things went counter to her normal ways. What would her Mother say if she knew? What sage advice would She give? If only Consquela could ask.

She smiled sweetly at Him while still atremble, the blush in her face again rising shamefully bright. She rose from the bed and dropped the top layer of her robes. Moving to Him she gazed into His eyes. Removing His shirt completely from His body. He seemed surprised at her actions. She held onto her clothes tightly. Her mind working out how His pants undid, she stepped back looking at His smile. Was he pleased with her or amused?

She would do as He said but she would also do as she wished until and unless He stopped her. It seemed only fair to her that if she took something off, she should be permitted to take something off of Him. He had told her to disrobe them both. So He might not be nude first as she had hoped, and give her the advantage, yet did men wear as many garments as ladies? Mayhap He would indeed be nude first. She lowered her eyes and took off a stocking, rolling it slowly down her leg. This was most shameful business indeed, she wondered how long she could keep it up. Consquela tried to make a bit of a show of it. Many a man and not a few women had admired her ankles from time to time. She pulled off her slipper and the stocking, then bared her other leg.

Beneath her lashes she chanced a look up at Him, her face felt aflame. She wasn't sure if she should be angry or pleased at the smile on His face. Again she approached Him and worked at His leggings and boots. Her face was now close to His groin, she couldn't help but think about that and this made her even more red faced. What the whores had told her to do made no sense to her. It was hard to even imagine. Was it possible He grew there while she was near? No, that had to be her imagination.

Now she took off another layer of her clothes, then worked on his clothes. Soon, far too soon, she would be naked. She couldn't bear the thought. Which was worse to display her front or her back? Surely she would have to do both before this night concluded. His trousers were removed she could barely breathe despite the give in her garments, for the bulge there was fearfully big looking. She wasn't sure she wanted to see what lay beneath His last piece of clothing.

Fighting for time, she took the combs, jewels and pins from her hair. Sometimes her last garments slipped. She had to grab them or prematurely reveal flesh she did not wish to.

At last her hair was down and flowing around her shoulders in waves. Her shoulders were bare like a whore's. She walked to Him and unwound His last piece of clothing. I must instruct my ladies to dress me in more layers next time. She thought ruefully. Again her mouth opened before she could stop it, as she looked at His organ. She stumbled back, blinking and coloring greater than ever before.

Regaining her composure, she stood clutching her last garment. Stepping away she turned her back to Him feeling as though she would die from shame. Straightening her back, she and let the cloth slip out of her hands and off her skin. Her hide was now bare to Him. She closed her eyes and trembled before grabbing her self control back.

Turning regally, her eyes were like fire. If He laughs at me now I swear will find a way to kill Him, she thought to herself as she walked back toward Him. Her body was too bare, too cool, too vulnerable. Consquela stopped just a pace or two away. Surely He could meet her halfway. If not, He could throw her out and make His pleasure with any number of women. Part of her wanted that but part of her would die if He did.

She wondered if He could hear her heart beating like the drums at a ball? Why do I feel like a lit taper being burned at both ends, while cold in the middle? She felt her regal composure slip slightly while she looked up at Him.

"As you wished my King?" She said softly, whist a little girl peaked fearfully out of her eyes. It was just for a moment before the Queen returned to look out of them, resuming her best tightrope act of submission and regal composure. Her head bowed a little as if she still had her regal flowing robes on.

She was so wonderfully cute when she undressed herself and him, alternating, that Leon had to marvel. He was lucky to have caught such an amazing peach. Palma's queen could have easily turned out to be an old woman, or a young one, but with a character that would make her a pain to keep around. He saw many like this. They couldn't get used to their new position, couldn't find acceptance that they were under his will, even if it was just for the night of his army's celebration. They found themselves tossed over something, their skirts hiked up, and blatantly used by him and others. Later, they were discarded and he knew not nor cared what happened to them after.

Consquela wasn't among them, clearly. She went with his wishes, probably realizing that it was better to be a good wife of a king than his despised whore. No, he wouldn't just use her for pleasure, though he will not go unfulfilled either. She will grow to love him, to accept his power willingly and to share in it. So he hoped.

He watched her undress oh so erotically. Leon was keeping his passion down lest it overwhelmed his reason and made him pounce like an animal would onto a hot, ready bitch. Her back was splended. Though most of it was covered by a waterfall of her rich, luxurious hair, it stopped just short of her buttocks. He breathed heavier than before, wanting her that very instant.

When she turned around, he couldn't help groaning in appreciation. His naked cock was filled with blood already, but jumped a little further they at the sight. Her full, round breasts with big brown nipples swayed so hypnotically as she approached. His eyes jumped hungrily between them and the triangle of lovely hair that marked her sweetest spot.

She needn't worry about him not meeting her halfway for he practically swept her off her feet as he rushed forward. Catching her naked body in his arms, Leon carried her back into the bed. He put her down and hungrily attacked her breasts with his hands and his mouth, moaning that she was gorgeous. He sucked on her nipples, pulled on them with his teeth and fingers, kissed her tender flesh and squeezed it.

It wasn't until a long time later that he could give up his big, round toys. But eventually he did. Leon slid up to straddle her chest, his full cock hovering just inches from her mouth. He moved his hips a little, making it oscilate hypnotically before her. A smile to her conveyed some urgency.

"Now, my dear, kiss your King's royal scepter. I want you to kiss it, lick it, suck it and rub it with your hands. Be a good servant to your King's pleasure now and perhaps we wouldn't need to resort to your womanhood to satisfy me tonight."

He smiled, reached down and gently ran a hand over the delicate fur between her legs.

His groan sounded fearsome to her ears when she turned around and stepped toward Him. In an instant she realized it was meant to be a sound of pleasure or perhaps desire rather than a violent growl.

She didn't have to wait long. He came to her, swept her up in His arms, crushing her body to His. She was surprised to be lifted off the floor. Her only solid contact in the world was now with Him. His flesh was naked, hot and surprisingly, soft against her own. Explosions went off in her brain, she smiled without knowing that she did.

Her nipples became as hard as cherry pits. She wasn't cold though. This took her by surprise. Then she was again on the feather mattress and under His body. This time His head was lowered to her breasts as if he were a baby sucking for sustaining fluids.

Her body was wilding now, her hands clutched at Him, cradling Him to her. If this was what it was like with a babe, then she wanted to be a mother forever and always, she thought dimly. The sensations that radiated from her nipples and His mouth were magical, they had to be. She knew she was lost, when she noticed she had gripped His head as if she couldn't bear Him leaving her.

She heard moaning. She wondered whose it was. His? Hers? Surely not, she was the Queen of Palma not some wild beast, wasn't she? Her brow furrowed, her head went back, thrusting her breasts up at Him, forcing them deeper inside His hot hungry mouth. His teeth grazed her and nipped. She groaned. It was her!

He was working fell magic on her, that was the only explanation. Consquela had heard naught about Him being a mage but now she knew He must have powers. He moved after some good long while but too soon for her liking. Consquela was caught in His spell. She was not strong enough to hold Him there as her body fervently wished. She looked up at Him her eyes were bright her excitement bristling her body's nerves as if she had a high fever.

He maneuvered His huge sword at her face. Burying it between her breasts, He pushed through, her nipples slid along His smooth hard shaft. She closed her eyes for a minute as her body rippled with sensation.

His words brought her eyes open again. They were wide with shock when she felt his member touch her chin. His conquering sword was huge and long to her eyes. She trembled as he speared it against her lips.

"Now, my dear, kiss your King's royal scepter. I want you to kiss it, lick it, suck it and rub it with your hands. Be a good servant to your King's pleasure now and perhaps we wouldn't need to resort to your womanhood to satisfy me tonight." He smiled, reached down and gently ran a hand over the delicate fur between her legs.

She quivered under his touch. Consquela would put off that bit of loss for as long as possible though she knew that she burned for it now. She burned for what she feared most. How ironic. How terribly human of her.

Of course He would want her to worship His fabled weapon this way. Other kings might have you kneel and kiss their rings but oh, not Him, no he would have you kiss his monster of a sword.

She bent her neck for Him, and kissed His flesh gently with tentative closed lips at first. With a small pointed pink tongue she tasted Him, licking as He had directed. Her mind wondered how to suck this thing before her. Could she open her mouth that wide? Why would anyone want such an occurrence?

Consquela remembered Him sucking at her nipples. Perhaps this was what men liked? Maybe it felt to them, like that had, to her? Her small dark hands closed on Him holding Him steady while her mouth opened fully. She leaned forward more and took Him into her mouth. Her cheeks felt stretched but she still had so little of his length in. His girth was such that she wasn't sure how long she could remain stretched around Him. She pushed forward a bit gurgling some as she choked. Pulling back she glanced up but He didn't seem upset with her, so she leaned forward and licked, then kissed Him again.

He pulled her breasts over His member and again, pushed through them. She let out a hiss at the pleasure that she felt when He did so. More avidly she began to try to kiss, suck and lick at Him. They continued this strange dance of flesh and liquid for some time. She found it to be more and more enjoyable.

When her jaw tired she used her hands and licked more, kissing as well. Eventually she could take Him inside her warm, small mouth again. Then when it felt like her face would split open, she withdrew. Licking and kissing all up and down his shaft. She went Northward, then South, East and West making Him wet all over. She noticed he shivered when she accidentally breathed on his now wet shaft. He liked to make her King shiver so she deliberately blew on Him again and again between licks.

Thoughts of conquering him with her mouth came to her, it made her lips twitch before she controlled her flight of fancy. He had so many women, she who was so inexperienced couldn't hope to hold a candle to all that He had done and seen. She must be quite the conceited Queen after all, to hold such a thought. She mentally shook her head at herself. Her lips slid down His turgid flesh, she moaned at the feeling of it inside her mouth. This in turn caused Him to make a noise. She glanced up in surprise. Her mind clicking on that fact, filing it away for the future, the near future.

Once again he pillowed his cock in her breasts and stroked inside, then out of them. She could imagine that monster inside her small dripping slit. Yes she was wet there now but she didn't understand why. More of this strange spell he was weaving over her body mayhap?

Consquela's mouth and hands pounced on His flesh eagerly this time. This she could get used to. This wasn't so bad as she had imagined, it could be in fact she enjoyed it. Oh surely He had Magi abilities. He had to be using them on her? This wasn't right, to like this. Then again, perhaps she really was more whore, than Queen.

Some fluid beaded up on the end of Him. She had not put that there. She licked it off curiously. She found, she wanted more. Her tongue tip burrowed into His small slit invading it, searching for His reservoir. Consquela found naught more so she hit her tongue against the bulbous head. Slowly working the circumference with her tongue lashes she noted which places made him move or make utterances. This might take some practice to get right for His pleasure. She wondered how much leave she had before He became too impatient and tore through her maidenhead. Engulfing him again she worked harder at Him, moaning as she did.

It was a delight to see how she once again submitted to his will and did what he thought a royal would object to. He would make her do it anyway, he knew, or break her and discard her eventually. But that she didn't even object was a pleasant surprise. He even let slide her slow start, understanding that she was by no means experienced. Soon, he planned, she would be sucking him as eagerly and expertly as the most experienced of bed-women in the world.

He checked his desires to take her mouth and ram his cock hard into it, instead taking what she could give and encouraging more. He groaned and worded his approval, stroke her hair with his hands. Soon she started sucking hard enough for him to forget she was inexperienced and just enjoy the pleasure.

Leon was all lust now. He found the perfect combination of deriving pleasure from the young Queen's abilities. Wrapped firmly around his shaft, her nice tits provided wonderful stimulation as he rocked his hips and made it piston within them. Her mouth, sucking on his cock's big crown, which made her lips stretch to accomodate it, finished the combination.

He grew harder and harder, breathing and groaning noticably. She was so beautiful, so pleasing and so curious, exploring his body's sexual functions, licking his precum and searching for more. Leon very nearly exploded onto her tongue when she did, but held it long enough for her to withdraw and proceed her usual pleasuring lapping of her tongue over his sensitive crown.

He took her head now and guided it, turning it as he pleased to provide himself greater stimulation. He rubbed his cock against the inside of each of her cheeks, stretching them tightly with quick stabs. His involuntary sounds told the story of his pleasure.

Putting his cock back between her tits, he fucked them even harder than before, moaning in delight when she offered her sucking lips for his crown to slide in and out of with each thrust. His orgasm approaching, Leon panted. Everything about him had a sense of urgency, seemed to scream "just a litle more and I'm in heaven"!

"Now," he moaned looking at her, "I will feed you love nectar. Suck well, my dear and - ohh - prepare, to, swallow."

He barely finished the sentence when the first mighty jet of hot cum rushed into Consquela's mouth and an earth-shattering moan of incredible pleasure flew from Leon's lips. He bucked his hips wildly, fucking her breasts and mouth, dumping shot after shot of his cum onto her pleasuring tongue.

Finished, he rolled onto his back next to her, recovering and panting happily. Taking her head, he turned and planted a deep, passionate kiss onto her neck, then looked her in the eyes and smiled.

"You did well, my girl." He patted her on the tits approvingly and laughed softly. "Keep your dedication and you will make a good wife for me." He hugged her in his strong arms and kissed her cheek. "Let me rest a minute now. Then I will pleasure you with my tongue. You will learn how good it feels."

Consquela remained surprised at herself. She rather liked learning this new lesson. Studying His body, looking for clues to His pleasure and through it, her advantage.

No that wasn't quite right. She liked it for the act itself. The sensation of it appealed to her, heated her, but yes the power of His pleasure, that she could affect and perhaps one eve command it, did factor into the excitement of it.

As long as He was pleased, she was somewhat safe. So she continued to try what she could to make Him happy. The hunger that grew in her was more overwhelming than she would have ever guessed, despite the whores warnings.

She felt Him take physical possession of her head, turn it, and control her to give Him the greatest pleasure. She felt Him punch his fleshy weapon into her cheeks, impaling and stretching her. She would have smiled knowing she had driven Him to this but her mouth was too stretched and she dared not bite Him. The court whores had told her some enjoyed it but so too would some kill for it. Consquela wondered what His skin under her teeth would feel like and what His reaction would be but she wouldn't risk it, not yet anyway.

She felt Him grow, expand larger still and knew something was about to happen. She just didn't know what it would be. He was pushing Himself through her breasts into her mouth and back again so fast and so hard it was stunning. He was an animal. A beautiful dangerous animal.

"Now," He moaned looking at her, "I will feed you love nectar. Suck well, my dear and - ohh - prepare, to, swallow."

She didn't know how to interpret His words but she sucked at him diligently when his sword was tipped into her mouth. Clearly He had directed an order to her not a request. He began to spurt. She watched somewhat in shock and somewhat fascinated. This unlike the earlier fluid was white, not clear, yet it tasted fine. She let Him spurt into her mouth on her tongude over and over, then carefully tasted, swallowed, and sucked His fluids down her mouth. Love nectar was it? Hmm, she thought. I think I could learn to love this nectar.

She turned her head to look at Him. Now on He was on His back beside her panting. He looked as though He had run a great marathon or fought lions. Her lips twitched into a small smile she couldn't resist. She had done that to Him. At least in part she had tired Him, made Him pant and flow.

Previously she had thought only women flowed once a month. Now she knew men could flow but she wondered how often. Their fluid was not the rich and red hearts blood women gave, but rather milky or clear. She wondered why there was such a difference.

He certainly looked happy. So she was momentarily safe. Now she could dress and go back to pretending to be a lady and not a whore. She sighed feeling the night's tests were over and happily so. She started to move and redress so she was in a more seemly state of being, but before she could He spoke.

"You did well, my girl." He said touching her breasts as if He alone owned them and not she. Ruefully she wondered at the full truth of that, was it so, here and now? He laughed softly. In spite of His words sweetly casual words, her back stiffened. Yes it was good He was pleased. The affection of being called His girl was good, even if it was not regal but the laugh, what did that mean? If he were laughing at her, she would not like it. Much like a cat, being laughed at was something that offended her greatly. She listened to him further.

"Keep your dedication and you will make a good wife for me." This eased her displeasure some. He was thinking of her as a wife. She wondered just how many wives He had or meant to have? Still this was better than being a piece of whore garbage quickly discarded.

He hugged her in his strong arms and kissed her cheek. She curled against Him suddenly just happy beyond words to be cradled so. It felt somehow right. How completely strange that any moment with the man who had conquered her country, killed so many of her people and subjugated her would feel so perfectly right?

"Let me rest a minute now. Then I will pleasure you with my tongue. You will learn how good it feels." He said.

Now she was frightened again. He had already sucked on her breasts, kissed her mouth, what else was there? What could He mean by that? The "fun" wasn't over. She had more to get used to? Oh dear! Would He make her bleed out of the order the Moon required, make her discharge fluid that was red, white or clear? Surely not, no man can rule the Moon except when they tear away your innocence as it looked certain would happen tomorrow night. What then could He mean by that? Perhaps she could distract Him from whatever nefarious plan He had to bind her flesh with His magic further? But how could she best accomplish that? What misdirection could she do naked, flesh to flesh?

"My King? I take it you are pleased with me. I am glad you are. Surely you have naught else to do for your humble servant this eve?" She began her mind clicking and whirling desperately. Her eyes were dilated yet beginning to retract as a sudden fear seized her.

"Are you some sort of Mage as well as Warrior my King?" She asked then her words tumbled out with less thought and more instinct. Distract, oh Queeen, whore of Queen's distract the Brute who will all too soon tear your carnal gates from their hinges. She thought to herself.

"You said you would give me Love Nectar? That makes me wonder, have you tasted it? Do you know how sweet it is, how salty and thick?" She asked her face burning.

This was her Brute now she thought. At least she hoped to make it so, for as scared as she was, her body burned, perhaps more than her face. She wanted more knowledge of the flesh. She wasn't supposed to but she did.

Leon was pleased and relaxed after his orgasm. No longer was there urgency in his actions. No longer was he the hungry tiger or wolf. Now he reminded more of a cat that has been utterly pleased by a cupful of juicy fat milk and now laid resting on the soft bed, playing lazily with his favorite toy.

He would muse her curiosity. Of course. Why would he not? They had all night if he wished it. If she prefered to delay her own bodily pleasure, then he, having been already pleasured, would not insist too strongly. It would do nobody any good to put more stress onto her for no gain at all.

"My King? I take it you are pleased with me. I am glad you are. Surely you have naught else to do for your humble servant this eve?" She asked. Leon smiled at that and drew her close to him, hugging again.

"You wish to leave me again, my darling?" He asked. "You do not wish to find pleasure in my company and grant me pleasure with yours? It is a whore's lot to use her feminine charms to pleasure a man and milk the nectare of his phallos. Her job done, she leaves. Is that what you see yourself as, my dear bride?"

"Lay with me, my Consquela. There is no need for clothes between us. Surely, you cannot be ashamed to display your body to me. You are, after all, mine." He smiled and kissed her lips lightly, looking into her eyes. "Open your legs, my dear." Leon commanded, his hand sliding down along her stomach. It slipped over her pussy, caressing and fondling her gently, playing.

"Are you some sort of Mage as well as Warrior my King?" She asked then.

He continued to rub her, while his other hand caressed her chest gently. Smiling, he whispered for her ears only.

"Ah, but what is magic, my darling? Don't we all possess it in some form? Is it not a charm that you put onto me when you revealed your beautiful, sensual body to my eyes just so? It made my heart beat faster, made me want more of you, just like my hands now are making you feel good and desire more. Are they not? Can you tell a magical kiss from a plain one?" He smiled and claimed her lips for a deep, long and soft union. His tongue caressed hers, enticing, but not being too pushy.

"You said you would give me Love Nectar? That makes me wonder, have you tasted it? Do you know how sweet it is, how salty and thick?" She asked her face burning.

"Ah, my sweet child, a man's nectar is of little pleasure to another man. It only tastes sweet and wonderful to a good woman." He smiled. "But a woman's nectar is lovely, for it testifies to the pleasure she had experienced. Tonight, I shall have yours, but be not afraid. I will have you enjoy it."

Another quick kiss and he pulled away from her, sitting up on his knees.

"Sit back onto the pillows, my dear." He instructed. "Put a big pillow under your buttocks to lift you higher and open your legs as wide as you can. Display your womanhood to me so I can pleasure it."

He waited for her to obey, then crawled between her legs. Taking a close look, he smiled wide and glanced up at her.

"You are beautiful, my bride."

Leaning in Leon put a kiss onto her sex, brushing it with his lips. Then another, and another kiss followed, moving from one spot to another, growing in intensity. Her hairs tickled his nose and he inhaled their sweet smell. He saw her pussy glistening slightly from his earlier rubbing.

Finally, he kissed her on the pussy lips hotly and worked his tongue in between them, just like he would in a kiss on her lips. He explored the new territory with it passionately, hungrily sucking in moisture from her, caressing her pussy's numerous folds.

Then he began licking hungrily up and down along her slit, putting firm pressure onto her with his tongue, while his nose rubbed a very sensitive spot on her. Leon ate her passionately, but at the same time without urgent haste. His talented tongue worked at her, trying to push her into a wild, erotic frenzy.

It was not after a good long while that he finally paid long overdue attention to her sensitive clit. He knew how intense a seemingly simple stimulation to it could be to a woman and so kept it in reserve until last, like a good commander keeps his best unit back. When the timing was right he unleashed it, hoping for a crushing victory.

She watched Him carefully. He seemed happy and relaxed. This conquering brute for all the bloodthirsty and fearsome tales she had heard, now hugged her close again. He seemed, almost caring, tender and sweet. This too must be part of His powerful magic.

His next words drove a dagger into her heart. They came far too close to her fears about what she was now. Her spine again stiffened.

"No." She said with the sort of quiet deliberation that the people in her court had learned to fear. The Queen could be scary when she yelled but when she got quiet, that was when she brought hell down upon them. For Him to ask her if she saw herself a whore was almost too much. She wanted to take poison right then and there. She longed for an adder to bring to her flesh. To hold tight like a beloved child until bitten, then in spasms die, foaming.

"I do not see myself so." Consquela said trying to keep the anger and fear out of her voice.
She had tried hard to distract Him but He would not be deterred. All too soon He was giving her orders she dared not follow. Again her face burned in shame, her body betraying her.

"Lay with me, my Consquela. There is no need for clothes between us. Surely, you cannot be ashamed to display your body to me. You are, after all, mine." He said. The honeyed words so very pleasing but wrong. She was ashamed to display her body, she did feel a need for clothes but what would a brute who was rumored to have fathered enough bastards to populate her country by themselves know of such things? She should not have been His at all, she should have been stronger, made her country stronger but she had not.

He smiled. She smiled back. He kissed her gently but oh how it burned her lips and made flames of her body. Consquela wondered if He could taste His own nectar on her lips, in her mouth. She had no time to ask for soon He was telling her what to do next.

"Open your legs, my dear." It was a command. His hand slid down to her nether curls. He was gentle but He was there. Would He decide to take her blood token now? Had He decided not to marry her after all but just to kill her? She couldn't tell what He would do at any given time. She waited trembling.

His hands went their separate ways, one over her lower regions, the other on her breasts. She felt the warmth of His hands radiate over her flesh. Consquela's body was tingling in several places now, burning for something, but what? If only she had more experience at these things. Again the whore's thought was in her head. Surely He was making her His whore for the short duration He found her amusing.

He spoke words of affection to her. She had not expected such. It made her flesh full of goose bumps and her mind stagger a bit. Then He kissed her deeply, thoroughly, she had to kiss back. Had to reach up and hold Him to her. By all the God's what was He doing to her?

Now He was speaking of love nectar. Of getting her's but she knew not what He meant by this. She was doubly frightened. Her people should not think their Queen was impure and unjustly elevated. Would what He demanded this night, do her in? Still his words sounded somewhat pleasant. He had said after all that He would have her enjoy it.

He must surely think she was a whore now. For only such enjoyed carnal pleasures or the treats it provided them. Feared anew she reluctantly put the pillow as He said and spread herself burning with shame. He must wish to inspect his goods she thought, how course, how crude and horrible. She closed her eyes and averted her head unable to believe this was happening, not wanting to face it.

Again he surprised her with his sweet words that seemed to mean he cared.

"You are beautiful, my bride." He said. He kissed her down there. She shivered but felt warm. She felt Him down there doing things to her with His mouth that she had never dreamed of. It was so dirty and wrong but it felt better than anything she could remember. Consquela began to lose thought and simply feel. The feelings were prickly and warm. She was getting wetter down there but she didn't worry about what the fluid was, she just enjoyed the sensations.

She was so far gone riding the waves of sensation, that when He nibbled the hard kernel of her nether regions she practically levitated off the pillows. He steadied her, pressed her down and continued His assault on her until she felt her body break and reform. Her entire body seemed to clench and seize then loosen time and again.

Finally she found herself drenched and panting, looking up into His eyes. For once she could find no words to speak, find no thoughts to act on, as her body recovered slowly she found herself curling up to Him once more. Only this time, it was she that went to Him by some dark enchantment or instinctual need.

Leon grinned widely and groaned in satisfaction. His efforts to pleasure Consquela's lovely pussy have been rewarded. He beautiful body accepted his lustful attention and exploded with pleasure, sending her mind flying and unleashing an ubundance of juices for him. Leon kept on eating her, prolonging her blissful, orgasmic pleasure until it was finally finished.

When she settled down, exhausted, he crawled up from between her legs, his face glistening and shining with her juices and his smile.

"Your nectar tastes good, my girl." He told her and playfully licked his lips.

His smile grew a little wider at her amber cheeks and hasty breathing. He saw he pleased her well and she confirmed it hugging and leaning into him. He kissed her breasts softly, relaxing together with her.

"I hope I pleased you well, sweet bride." He whispered.

They rested together for a while, she no longer asking to leave and he not suggesting it either. Leon simply took pleasure in having her with him, in softly playing with her naked body. He wanted her to lose the stress and fears she seemed to harbor when laying with him. He didn't want a frightened kitten. He would mold her to be the most wanton and pleasing whore in the bed, the caring wife and ally other times in private and a charming, firmly supporting Queen of her King in public. So was the plan. How closely reality would follow it was yet to be seen, but at the very least he already knew she was a pleasant girl to lay with.

Soon, Leon's body was once again acknowledging the presence of a beautiful, young and yeilding female body next to him. His once again firm cock was pressing demandingly between her thighs. It was considerably hotter than the rest of his body as well.

He claimed her lips for a deep kiss, while his hands played with her chest. Doing that, he began moving his hips, gently pushing his cock in and out between her closed thoughs. When she opened them, Leon broke the kiss and frowned, a little disappointed.

"Keep your legs closed this time, Consquela. Caress my manhood with them."

When she did as instructed, he started moving again, smiling a small, but pleasant smile. He pushed in and out with small, shallow thrusts. It felt nice and for quite some time Leon enjoyed himself, taking his pleasure with her so, but it was not intense enough to fully satisfy him. Eventually, he withdrew.

"Now, my dear," he gave her a small brush of her lips with is own, "I want you to please me again." He stood up on the bed. "Get on your knees before me." When she did, he beamed her down a smile. The very sight of her naked and on her knees before him was erotic.

"Take my manhood and caress it with your hands, Consquela. Learn to rub it in a way that makes me moan in pleasure. I will also have you suck at the tip like you did earlier."

Consquela lay with Him, feeling strangely safe and content despite evidence to the contrary. She should be scared, angry and worried but she felt more relaxed than she had in a long time.

"I hope I pleased you well, sweet bride." He whispered into her left ear.

"Yes, you have. I never knew that such could be, but what does that make me?" She said, her voice sounding both puzzled and distant.

She wondered why He kept touching her body, as if it were His play thing. Surely He had hundreds if not thousands of such toys before? They had played and played well it seemed to her so what now? Why continue His touching? This she couldn't guess, nor did she know what she was now. She was supposed to be the Queen or dead perhaps. Yet instead she was conquered. Consquela was doing whatever He required like a whore. What was worse she enjoyed herself doing so. This all shook her. It made her question over and over what she was but she had no answer.

His hands and lips were eventually on her again. He even put his fleshy sword between her thighs and pushed. Naturally she opened them, seeing His actions as a signal to do so but in this, He was displeased. Consquela quickly closed her legs again, thankful He didn't want to take her blood token right now.

He continued though to move as though He wanted to invade her private area. This confused her a great deal. She tried to caress him the way He ordered her too. Little by little it got easier to do. This all set her aflame again as well. She wondered how long He would continue and what He would do next.

At His directive, she got on her knees before Him. His big sword jutting at her, looked impossibly long and wide. She took It in her hands and rubbed Him. Watching His reactions she slowly learned what He liked her to do. She truly wanted to please Him again. It surprised her that she did. Licking and sucking on His tip, she also lashed her tongue around His crown, alternating the three. She watched the reactions of His body, listened to His sounds and worked harder, her heart pounding loud in her chest.

Leon smiled a little when she asked what enjoying his tongue's work made her.

"It makes you a happy girl, I hope. My girl." He gave her a small kiss.

Soon he was standing with his legs wide apart and lovely Consquela pleasuring his full and hard member. She was a talented learner in the matter and soon had him enjoying it more than he hoped to.

Leon wasn't shy about his moans, letting his powerful lungs carry the excitement and pleasure through the air and to the ears of all those who were undoubtedly evesdroping. Not that he thought about them now. Or ever.

He instructed her through his moans in short, simple phrases. He had to note with satisfaction that she seemed to enjoy doing this. Part of it must have been sexual, part pride of her own achievements and part power trip. The big cock was like an instrument, playing which she controlled her conqueror's body, making it arch in pleasure and moan.

This had to be attractive, he knew. That was why he rarely allowed women full freedom at sucking him. Usually, his hands would be firmly gripping her hair and it would be he, who took whatever pleasure he wanted from her mouth. He would let her have it easy or overwhelm her mouth with his impressive penis, make her cough and gasp for air. Not this time, however. Consquela enjoyed full freedom to pleasure him however she could and wanted. His hands were either on his own hips or gently stroking her head, her hair, her cheeks.

"That's it, my dear. Firmly with both hands. Oh!

"Good! More. Suck the head harder. Yes! Mmm...

"Oh, my!" He laughed, shaking his head. "You have a real talent, Consquela. That's noble blood for you!

"Don't stop. You haven't taken my nectar yet.

"Mmm, good. Rub the balls, my dear. Ah! Gently. Yes, like that.

"Do you want to drink nectar again, my dear bride? It is almost ready. Suck nice and hard and you will have it.

"Harder. Harder!

"Oh... Oh, yes! Coming! Ah-h!"

Now his hands were unconsciously in her hair, his hips bucking back and forth pushing the head of his cock in and out of her mouth. First jets of fresh, hot cum fired off its tip.

Consquela tried her best to please her new Lord. It seemed to be working. Sometimes He groaned like a great beast. Other times He gave orders to her that would pleasure Him more.

She found that if she moaned, He seemed to enjoy himself more. Was that because He had forced such a noise out of her or because it made vibrations on His flesh she wondered? No matter, it was a key that she could employ to wring His passion from His body.

She noticed when He let her have His nectar again that His hands found her hair. It occurred to her that He was being gentle in a way with her. He could have grabbed control of her hair and face.

The Conqueror King could have choked her with His huge member even killed her but she would get in a few hard bites perhaps. She was glad He had not done so. Consquela kept stroking and sucking even while He shot his fluids into her. She swallowed slowly what He gave her.

When He was done she continued to lick, suck and lash at Him. She wondered what He would do if she simply didn't quit in her efforts. Would He stop her? Would He become excited again? She was curious. It occurred to her that each little bit of Him she could swallow made her feel more powerful. She took some time to nibble at His inner thighs too then back to His scepter, her attention returned.

Leon came well, flooding her mouth with his seed, but she managed it. Another testament to her talents. He was delighted that she did not stop her tongue's pleasant lashes. Because of her efforts he never quite went soft. For a little while his manhood was very sensitive and her licks and sucks were uncomfortable. Still, he didn't stop her, wondering what she had in her mind.

"You really do enjoy sucking on my manhood, Consquela." He smiled down at her. "This is good. Keep going. I want my Queen to be an uninhibited whore in bed, delighted to do anything to pleasure her King. Moan and make wet, whorish noises while you are sucking, my dear. Let the moisture ooze out between your lips and glisten on your cheeks and chin."

He moaned and sent her a smile, his eyes half-closed in new pleasure as his cock hardened fully again in her mouth.

"Wonderful, my beautiful cocksucker. You are very talented."

He let her suck for a while longer, but not to finish. He wanted to fuck her after all and he wanted to do it that very night. If he could not take her womanhood, then there was another option yet.

"That is enough, my dear. Now I want you to lick my phallos and smear it generously with moisture. The better you do it the easier it will be for you to please me next."

He waited for puzzled Consquela to do what he asked, not divulging any more than he had to her. When she was done, he took a pile of pillows and put her over them, bending her body just how he wanted it to be. He rubbed the tip of his cock between her buttocks.

"It will hurt the first time, my dear, and perhaps many other times until you learn to properly accept and pleasure your Lord's manhood in this way. The more relaxed and accepting you are, the easier it will be."

He said, giving her neck a kiss, then started pushing with his hips. Slowly his cock invaded her, stretching her ass as far as was possible and then some. It had to hurt, even if he tried to minimize it, but Leon would not refuse himself the pleasure of penetration on account of that.

Consquela was lost a bit in what she was doing, His reactions and her power to create them. She had, it seemed a healthy curiosity about many things, carnality was a new discovery this was a channel for her to learn it.

He didn't stop her but His noises didn't sound entirely pleasurable. Still she kept on as her interest in this matter drove her. Consquela knew that the mighty Leon the Conqueror could stop her at anytime He pleased.

He used the word then that she had been thinking, fearing about herself and she felt her whole body go rigid with indignation. He told her to even make whorish noises but now, she really wanted to simply bite his great sword and sever part of it. She didn't want to be a whore. Didn't He know how she would bristle at such a word being used about her?

She continued to lick surprised that He was indeed getting hard again but now she did it only because He told her too and she dared not defy him yet. If she bit part of Him off, how debilitated would He be? She mused again wishing for more knowledge on these matter. How far could she get before she was caught and killed?

Now He was calling her what? A cock sucker? The nerve! He had seemed loving in a way, almost gentle, but now this. He was trying to break her down. That couldn't be allowed. She was a Queen. Oh how she wanted to lash out at Him but she didn't dare do so. Consquela reflected that she should have known things would degenerate with Him. She should have realized He would treat her thus. Pretty stories of love unexpected but strong and magical had played with her mind, she was clearly a fool.

She should lash out and be killed like the Queen she was supposed to be. Wouldn'y that be better then to continue like the whore and cock sucker He called her now? She was surprised to feel Him getting bigger again. He will give me his nectar again she thought dully but this time I might choke on it, as if it were poison.

He stopped though. Telling her to make His great broad sword of flesh wet. He wasn't telling her what else He had in mind. She felt new fear inside her body. What now? What nefarious degrading thing would He demand of her now?

She did as He bade her, making Him as wet as she could, for surely if this would actually make things easier on her, she wanted to. Not that she felt she could say no to Him anyway.

He positioned her and her heart sank like a stone in a deep dark lake. He was going to take her blood token after all. There would be none for their wedding night. Her people would think she was a whore too. Her rubbed His huge cock in that area but too far above.

"It will hurt the first time, my dear, and perhaps many other times until you learn to properly accept and pleasure your Lord's manhood in this way. The more relaxed and accepting you are, the easier it will be." He said but she didn't really understand what He meant to do. She was shaking now like a leaf in a thunderstorm. Relaxed? No, she was far from it.

He kissed her neck then moved again. She felt a terrible pressure against her bottom. It stabbed like a thousand knives. Where was His weapon? Did He know? Her mind was shocked by this horrible thing. She started crying.

"No! Oh no." She said. "Please no!" He pushed in further, it felt like He was breaking her back side, worse, it felt like He breaking off something inside it. Conquela de Solita, the Queen of Palma broke and sobbed.

Leon stopped at her cries, but only briefly. He had her crying. Helpless to stop him, as well as being hurt, she was a poor thing. But he could not yeild enough to her tears to stop entirely. So he pushed forward a little bit more, trying to be gentle with her, though it was hard with a cock like his.

He leaned over her again and kissed her neck, her ear, then tried to comfort her.

"Sh-h, sh, my dear. I know it's hard, but that is the only way you can pleasure me right now. Now, relax, Consquela, and take it like a good girl."

He forced himself further into her yet, prompting another cry. Again he stopped and leaned over her. His hands began caressing her, playing with her sexually, touching her breasts and pussy. He wanted her horny, as much as it was possible given what he was doing to her.

"You have to relax, or it will hurt. Open yourself."

He pushed again, this time forcing enough to make what can be considered a firm foothold. Or cockhold, as the case may be. Leon pulled back, vacating her, then thrust home again. He groaned in pleasure and began pumping his hips. He did it slowly, trying not to harm her, but determined to get his pleasure. With every thrust he pushed her open a little bit more, forced himself a little bit futher, until eventually it felt very good to be driving his cock in and out of her tightness.

"Oh, yes!" He groaned. "Very good, my dear. Feeling better yet?"

Her unprepared tiny hole was not just a pain for her. It had to be painful for Him as well. He continued nonetheless determined.

She felt Him shush her, soothe her but there was such pain she was like a mare with white rolling eyes frightened beyond all reasoning. If He did not have her so pinned down that she could not break free she would have fled. As things were she couldn't get away, the tears continued though she was relieved a little by His momentary lack of movement within her.

Consquela tried to relax but it was so scary. He was huge and she was tiny there. What made Him think such as this was even possible? He pressed inside her further taking any brief relaxation as His cue to push on. Still it would have to hurt Him even as it did her but to a lesser degree.

It felt like He was ripping her apart and she cried out again. She wondered who was listening to her humiliation and laughing at her now. Then she felt Him move again. Consquela realized she didn't care who might be listening. She just wanted this over. In her mind the words ran through her head continually. Just let this be over. Please just let this end.

Part of her sparked then, she wanted to live. As much as she might hate being conquered, hate being a Queen in name only, and a failed Queen at that, she wanted to live. This pain was killing her but she wanted to live. Her tears continued to fall while He stopped and soothed then continued ramming into her small smooth tube, one that never eased up but always provided tight resistance all the way down.

She closed her eyes as tears continued to drip. Consquela buried her head in the covers and tried not to scream while He continued to violate her and enjoy it.

"Oh, yes!" He groaned. "Very good, my dear. Feeling better yet?"

She didn't bother to answer Him. Despite the care He sometimes took with her, it was clear He would get what He wanted now, no matter what and stop only when He was satisfied. She groaned as He plunged inside her deeper, killing her a little more with His mighty sword. It was growing ever larger inside her. At least that is how it felt to her. She prayed to all the Gods and Goddesses that He would soon be done.

Leon groaned again and again as he drove his big cock into poor Consquela's tiny opening. He barely noticed the pain. Used to ignoring it on the field of battle, now when he was focused on something else he mostly failed to notice it. Nor, of course, did he notice Consquela's pain enough to make him want to stop in his horny state.

He rocked her whole body, picking up the pace, driving his fleshy instrument of torture into her again and again. His hands firmly holding her shoulders down, she had nowhere to go and no way to wiggle out of Leon's painful thrusts.

He, in the meantime, seemed to be enjoying himself immensely. He roared and moaned as he fucked her, telling her how nice and tight she was. From time to time he would remove on hand and place a firm smack onto her hip or breasts.

"Fuck back, my dear!" He demanded. "I wish you to push yourself back to me and help wedge my cock deeper in you."

He got little response at that point and understandably so. Still, it did surprise him. Leon had expected that she would enjoy it as much as he did. He never had anything near the size of his cock shoved into his virgin rectum. At that point, however, he hardly cared anymore. He was fucking her faster and faster, his own movement's stimulation more than sufficient for pleasure. He felt it building and knew his orgasm was approaching fast.

Leon groaned louder and louder, picking up the pace even further, until he finally hit it. Crying out in bliss, he rammed his cock into her abused ass as far as it would go. Moaning loudly enough to wake up half the city he unloaded a prodigious amount of cum into her.

Finally, his cock stopped pulsating and spewing seed and slowly began shrinking back to its normal size. Leon pulled out of her and rolled over to lay on the bed. He patted her ass appraisingly.

"That was great, darling. My phallos enjoyed your tight ass."

He grinned an pulled her in for a kiss. When he let her go, he realized something was wrong. Raising his brows, he looked at her inquiringly.

"What is the matter, Consquela? Did it hurt so much?" He smiled with sympathy and hugged her. "You will get better with practice, my dear."

Then he studied her a little more and sighed, half sorry that he did what he did, but not sorry enough to admit it.

"We don't have to do anything else tonight. Just rest."

"What is the matter, Consquela? Did it hurt so much?" He asked her seeming to be quite happy and satisfied regardless. He smiled with sympathy and hugged her.

"You will get better with practice, my dear."

Consquela knew she must look a sight now. Still more tears came and fell. She hadn't moved yet, except for when He moved her body, she stayed shock still.

"My King." She started to say but her voice shook too much. She had to stop. After a while she tried again.

"That hurt more than anything I have thus far encountered." She said, with some semblance of pride coming back into her voice, but it was broken pride now. What good was it she wondered?

"I don't see how I can get "better" at something that involved putting such an enormous item into such a small place." She said softly.

One small brown hand went up to her face now, trying to right her look. She was sure the Kohl was by now a ruin on her face making her look like a gutter woman ill used.

She tried to get up, groaning as she moved. Consquela felt that she must sound like an old woman now. She looked under where she had been and saw blood.

The tears started again. They were, quiet tears of resignation that she hoped to hide from him. It still hurt even now. Her arse felt torn and shredded. She kept her face averted.

"We don't have to do anything else tonight. Just rest." He said.

"Thank you." She replied. He had done everything to her He could, surely. Now she was no longer pure and could never be pure again. Their marriage would be a sham, of course it would. There would be no blood token to show. She would be reviled by her own people.

She made her way to the water basin and tried to clean up as well she could then pulled robes around her in a clumsy way. Her body didn't seem to be moving with the fluid grace it usually did. She was shaky. No matter how gingerly she moved it hurt. How long will it hurt like this, she wondered, forever? She hoped not.

She went to the divan, lowering her body feeling shattered. She didn't look at Him. All the stories about Him had been true it seemed. Unless He ordered her, she would henceforth keep her distance except when she had to be close to him.

If only that last hadn't taken place. She would have been happy and curious still. Now she was merely frightened and weary. This is what it's like to be a Conquered Queen, she thought with no small amount of despair.

It was incredibly foolish to do what Leon did next. He fell asleep, with nobody but him and Consquela in the room. He still did not fully realize how much he had hurt her and how much it probably made him hate her. How easy it would be for her to pick up his own dagger, discarded earlier, and stab at his big sleeping body.

That said, Leon was a light sleeper. Endless campaigns taught him to be. He likely would be waken up when she came near. Regardless, falling asleep with her in a state such as this was not the most intelligent thing to do.

OOC:
Gah! I just realized as I wrote to this part that I'd absolutely have to give Consquela a chance to act or not act. Assuming she did nothing would be too much controlling. So I can't really write much more now. Sorry it's so short this time.