In the King's chambers, the young teen maid hummed a tune, a broad grin adorning her face as she energetically polished every surface. She had been happy all week, same with everyone in the capital, or probably all of Drakoria, if the rumors are true.
As she dusted the King's elaborate desk, a glint of gold caught her eye. Curiosity piqued, she reached for the object, a gleaming amulet intricately crafted with a symbol she couldn't quite decipher. Just as she held it in her hand, approaching footsteps echoed through the chambers.
Panicking, she quickly dropped the amulet, the loud clang resonating through the room, and with nimble steps, she retreated just in time into a small armoire, the door ajar.
The Queen mother entered first, and in a second the king followed.
"Surely you have had enough?" she heard the Queen mother say, her tone confusing. "You were at it last night and this morning. People will begin to suspect."
"Let them suspect" the king said, "I cannot have enough of your delicious person"
He seized her round the waist, and to the utmost shock of the young maid, drew her lips to his, and gave her a long, long kiss; squeezing her to him, and moving himself against her.
Then seating himself, he pulled her on his knee, and thrust his hand up her dress, their mouths being glued together for some time.
The young maid couldn't understand what she was seeing. That is his mother! That is her son!
He got up, lifted her on the edge of the bed, threw her back, and taking her legs under his arms, exposed everything to the young teen's view. She had so much hair on her privates just like miss Mette-Marit, but her slit showed less pounting lips, and appeared more closed.
The king unbottoned his trousers and pulled an immense cock that almost frightened the young girl. With his fingers he placed the tip between the lips of his mother's sheath, and letting go his hold and placing both arms so as to support her legs, he slammed full length to the utmost agony of his mother. She let out a yelp, however, far from screaming with pain, she appeared to enjoy it. Her eyes glistened, her face flushed, and she smiled most graciously on the king. The two appeared very happy. His large cock slipped in and out quite smoothly, and his hands pressed the large glossy bottocks and pulled them to him at each home thrust.
This lasted nearly 5 minutes, when all at once the king stopped short and then followed one or two convulsive shoves--he grinning in a very absurd way at her. He remained quiet for a few minutes, and then drew his cock, all soft, with slimy drops falling from it on top the marble floor. Taking a towel, he wiped up his cock, looking satisfied.
The Queen mother lay for a few minutes longer, all exposed, her quim more open than before, the young maid could see a white slime oozing from it. After awhile, she slipped down on the floor, adjusted her royal dress, and smoothed the disordered counterpane, and then went to the mirror to arrange her hair. The king came to her, they shared a long kiss and then the king left and the Queen mother went back to dressing up.
"How long do you intend to stay there?"
The maid froze but not just in fear. Her shoulder felt a sharp sting as the wooden structure numbed her skin. Her breaths turned into visible puffs of mist, coldness enveloped her in an icy embrace. As mere seconds ticked by, the temperature dropped further, causing her attempts to escape this icy dungeon. The sharp sting in her fingers evolved into a numbness that crept up her arms, freezing her muscles into rigid ice.
She watched in horror as her breaths condensed into visible clouds, swirling around her like ghosts of warmth long gone. The icy embrace tightened it's grip, and her body began to lose sensation, turning her into an ice sculpture. Her consciousness struggled to hold on.
The door opened and the kid fell forward, her ice-cold body smashed to the hard floor, her body shattering on impact, breaking into countless ice shards that scattered in all directions. She was dead, ice body became a glistening water where they laid and the water suddenly turned to mists, like they were never there.
Unfazed, the queen mother continued on her task, never sparing a glance behind her, and when she was done, she gracefully left the room, the doors closing gently behind her.
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With a deliberate and unhurried pace, the druid stepped into the throne room. His footsteps were soft, almost as if they barely disturbed the air. His presence carried a strange air of authority, and his short frame was draped in a cloak adorned with leaves, twigs, and symbols of nature's might. The fabric seemed weathered and dirty, but it was a testament to the druids' connection to the natural, I guess.
"I greet the king of Drakoria" he gave a brief bow.
I stared at him for a moment. He is my first guest as King of Drakoria and today is the first day I sat on the throne. I have known every chamber in this castle to be massive and I expected the throne room to be the same but I didn't expect it to be this massive. It could rival the size of a small castle hall. High vaulted ceilings adorned with intricate frescoes that probably depicted scenes of heroic deeds, wars and battles from the kingdom's history. Gilded pillars, their surfaces reflecting the light of crystal chandeliers, lined the sides of the room, each pillar carved with symbols representing different families and regions under Drakoria, even those lost.
Amidst the dozens of high-status knights lining the walls other people assembled too. Some I knew, some I didn't. Mother sat regally by my right, my cum dripping from her soaked pussy. The butler, stoic as always stood by my left. This is an official King's business.
"Kneel"
The silence that followed was an attestation to the fact I said something impossibly unexpected.The druid glanced up from his cloak, likely shocked like the rest.
"I apologize, young sovereign" he said with a tone that indicated he didn't take offense "but nature bows to no one"
"You will kneel" I said, my voice firm "or your head gets detached from your body"
In unison, swords were partially drawn from scabbards, ringing through the room as though rehearsed. The druid stood in silence, the room tense, and hushed murmurs spread across the space as expectant eyes watched him carefully.
To the utmost astonishment of the crowd, he bent the knee.
"I greet the king of Drakoria" he bowed again.
[Name : Iver Eikensang]
[Class : Druid]
[Level : 64]
[Attack : 56(+500)]
[Defense : 30(+610)]
[Agility : 6 (+480)]
[Stamina : 10(+420)]
[Skills : Shape-shifting ; Herbalism; Divination; Moon magic; Illusionary cloak]
"What do you want?" I inquired, studying him intently.
"Nature thanks you for keeping it's corruptors at bay, and seek an alliance with your kingdom"
"How many are you?"
"Above a thousand, young sovereign"
Taking a moment to consider, I pretend to ponder on the potential alliance.
"I accept alliance only from equals or betters. Are you either?"
He didn't respond.
"My soldiers' stay in the demon's forest is temporary" I informed him. "I have no reason to make it permanent or long lasting, but as the king of Drakoria it is my duty to protect all citizens of Drakoria. Return to your people with that message."
He bowed and I watched him leave. Now we wait.
[Kingdom : Drakoria]
[Regions : 3]
[Military might : Army - 40,000; Awakened : 800 ; Knights- 1200]
[Citizens : 230,000 {+1000 pending}]
[Allies : None]
[Enemies : None]
[Coins: 216 Gold coins]