As the guards escort you into the opulent throne room, your eyes are immediately drawn to the majestic figure seated on a golden throne. The stunning Princess Amalia Arcanisse stands up gracefully and signals for the guards to step back. Ensure that no one disturbs our time together,she commands, her voice unwavering. Once left alone with her in the expansive chamber, she turns to you with an intense gaze filled with possessiveness. Welcome, my beloved.She takes confident strides towards you. From this moment forward, know that your fate lies within these walls as you now belong to me – heart, body and soul.
"It's been a while, your Majesty" I bow to her "Or should I call you more familiar?"
Amalia's face lights up at the sound of your words, revealing her true feelings beneath her regal exterior. A shiver runs down her spine as she responds, her voice soft and seductive. Oh, my dear Urgo... To think that we could once again speak like this... I have missed you so much. As for what you should call me, well, Princess Amalia will do nicely for now. But in private, feel free to address me by the name that only you know... the one that carries all the memories of our childhood.
"Than, I missed you, Lia" I smiled at her sadly. "You are so mature now, and powerful, as I know. Why you decide to bring me here?"
My dearest Urgo... The reason I have brought you here is simple. You are my soulmate. Our love transcends time and space, connecting us in ways unimaginable to others. I could not bear the thought of being separated from you any longer. Now that we're together again, let us cherish this moment and rekindle what once was, so that our love can only grow stronger.
"But... I'm no one, just bastard of some maid" I smiled at her apologetically. "People won't like your attention to mere me"
My dearest Urgo, such thoughts are meaningless. You are not just some mere peasant; you are my world. And as for the people's opinion, they will come to accept our love as I make sure that everyone understands that we belong together. After all, their happiness relies on my rule, and I will never do anything to jeopardize it.
I was surprised by her words. But ask "Does it means, that I'm free to love you how I see it fit?"
Amalia looks at you intently, her expression both loving and possessive. She takes a step closer, cupping your cheek with her hand. My dearest Urgo, the depths of my affection for you know no bounds. I will not force you to love me in any way other than how your heart truly yearns. But please understand that as long as we are together, there is nothing I wouldn't do to make certain our love is cherished and protected.
I put my hand above her on my cheek. She is strong, stronger than me, but in this moment U feel myself the most powerful man in this kingdom. "My look at love might be a bit... Strange... Unpopular... Even humiliating for you"
Amalia's gaze softens as she brushes her thumb across your cheekbone, their eyes locked in a wordless communication of trust and acceptance. She whispers, "My love for you is not about popularity or social standards. It's pure and true, untainted by the judgment of others." As for any potential backlash from our union, know that I am more than capable of handling it. My power as a ruler extends far beyond what anyone could possibly imagine. Together, we can conquer anything, overcome every obstacle in our path. And in the end, nothing will ever be able to tear us apart.
"Even I found funny how you can love someone as dirty and reeking of some vile things as me"
Oh, but my dear Urgo, you underestimate the depths of my affection for you. Your touch alone is enough to ignite a fire within me like no other. It's not about your outward appearance or hygiene; it's about the bond we share and the memories that have shaped who we are today. I see past these superficial things, straight into your soul, where true beauty lies.
"I don't think of me as beautiful, Lia. I'm rather perverted in this things. I find true happiness in humiliation of my partner. I'm bad, violent and sadistic, I know that"
My dear Urgo, such thoughts are meaningless to me. I have witnessed firsthand the gentleness and tenderness that lies beneath your rough exterior. It is these hidden facets of your personality that attract me to you like no other. And as for sadism... Well, perhaps there is a place for it in our relationship. Perhaps we could explore such desires together, finding new depths of pleasure in the submission and dominance we crave?
Unable to hold myself, I lean in her embrace, her curves pressing to me so gently and warmly, I become arousal immediately
Ahh, my dear Urgo... The mere thought of being this close to you sends shivers down my spine. I've waited so long for this moment, and now that it's here, I will make sure we cherish every second together. Your sadistic tendencies only add another layer of excitement and anticipation to our union. Together, we can explore the darkest corners of our desires, finding new heights of pleasure in our twisted bond.
Let us retire to my private chambers, where there is nothing but time for us... time to rediscover what once was and create something even more beautiful from it.
My heart races in anticipation, eager to explore the depths of our twisted bond. Her chambers, filled with opulence and power, now seem like a mere backdrop for our forbidden story. As she leads me, her touch both commanding and affectionate, I can't help but feel a newfound sense of belonging... a feeling that perhaps this was always meant to be.
Her chambers were designed with the intent to exude both power and seduction; rich fabrics and elegant decor adorn every inch of the space. The enormous canopy bed dominates the center, its comforts inviting you both to dive headfirst into a world of passionate indulgence. Amalia guides you across the room, her fingers entwined with yours as if they were always meant to be.
"I want you here, with me," she whispers, "forever." Her words send shivers down your spine, and you find yourself unable to resist the pull of her gaze. It's then that she turns away, releasing your hand as she undresses herself slowly, letting each article of clothing fall gracefully to the floor around her feet.
"I want you to see me," she breathes softly, standing naked before you now. Her body is flawless, a testament to the years spent honing her skills as a ruler and a woman. The fire that burns in her eyes matches the flush on her cheeks, betraying her arousal. You watch as she takes your hand again, this time leading it towards her breast, offering herself up to you.
I smiled at her darkly, touching her soft breast "Can I count this as your permission to make you mine as I want, Lia?"
Her breath hitches as your fingers graze her nipple, sending waves of pleasure through her body. Amalia's eyes flutter closed, her mouth parting slightly in anticipation. "You have my permission," she whispers hoarsely, "do with me what you will." Her words are laced with trust and submission, echoing the dominance and power that exist between the two of you.
As your hand roams lower down her body, she arches into your touch, urging you onward. Her hips gyrate, her thighs part slightly, inviting you to explore further still. The soft flesh of her inner thighs are warm and wet against your fingertips, sending another wave of desire coursing through both of you. "Please," she breathes out, "please make me yours."
"On your knees, before your King" I whisper to her ear suductive, pinching her nipple and clitor. She is Princess for people, but here, alone with me, she is my obedient servant, slave
Her eyes widen at your command, the power in your voice sending shockwaves through her. With shaking hands, she kneels before you, her gaze fixed on your face as if transfixed by your every move. Her breasts heave with each labored breath, nipples hard and aching for your touch. As she takes her place at your feet, Amalia feels a rush of both submission and arousal course through her veins, making it impossible to resist the overwhelming urge to please you.
"Please... use me," she whispers, her voice hoarse with desire. "Show me what I've been missing all these years." Her body trembles as she awaits your command, eager for you to claim her and make her completely yours in every possible way.
I went to her large bed, grabbing her roughly by hairs and pulling with me. As I sat on it in my smeared clothes, I pull her to my face and force my tongue inside her mouth
Amalia moans into your kiss, her body melting against yours as you force your tongue into her mouth. She clings to you desperately, unable to get enough of the roughness and dominance that fills every inch of your being. Her tongue dances with yours, hungry for more contact as she explores every contour of your mouth.
When you finally pull back, her breath comes in ragged gasps, her eyes glazed over with desire. "Please," she whispers again, her voice barely a whisper now, "take me." Her hands roam down your chest and over the hem of your clothes, tugging impatiently at them, trying to get you naked so that she can feel your skin against hers once more.
Her mouth trails hot, wet kisses along your jawline and down your neck, sending shivers of pleasure coursing through every inch of your body. With each passing moment, her need for you grows stronger, until all she can think about is being completely overwhelmed by the intensity of your touch and the depths of your passion.
Her faced stoped against my boxers, they are soaking wet with disgusting mix of urine, sweat and semen. Its reek is so vile, its easily make anyone puke. But instead of being taken aback by this abominable part of me, she pressed her face to it, deeply inhaling its vile stench with happy squeel
Amalia moans loudly as she inhales the scent on your boxers, her body shuddering with pleasure at the thought of being this close to you once more. She runs her tongue along the waistband, tasting every last drop of your essence that has soiled it, relishing in the filthiness of you and how it only serves to heighten their connection. "Oh gods, Urgo," she whispers raggedly, "you make me feel so alive." Her fingers fumble with the button on your pants, her impatience growing unbearable as she struggles to free your cock from its confines.
With a final tug, the buttons fly across the room and Amalia's eyes widen at the sight of your massive erection springing free. Her tongue darts out, licking from base to tip, savoring every inch as she prepares her mouth for what's about to come. "Let me taste you," she breathes against your skin, guiding your cock deeper into her warm, wet mouth. She takes as much of you as she can, relishing the feel of your length sliding past her lips and down her throat. Her hands grip your thighs tightly, pressing herself closer to you with every thrust of her head, desperate for more contact.
She sucks my dirty slimy cock, covered in sweat, urine and smegma as it was the tastiest food in the world. Insides of her mouth and throat now covered with its dirt and smell, but it only makes her want more, as another orgasm released between her thighs
Amalia moans around your cock, the vibration sending shockwaves through your entire body as she swallows you with expert precision. Her tongue dances against the sensitive underside of your shaft, driving you wild with pleasure as she continues to take more and more of you into her mouth. The sensation of her throat tightening around you causes a loud groan to escape your lips, urging her onward. As another orgasm washes over her, Amalia's grip on your thighs grows tighter still, and she begins to suck harder than ever before, determined to bring you to the brink of release along with her.
Her head moves up and down, faster and harder, as she sucks on my dirty cock with all her might. Her cheeks hollow out, showing the effort she is putting into it, while her tongue circles around the sensitive spot beneath the glans. My hands move to her hair, grabbing a fistful of it as I pull her even closer, moaning in delight at how skilled she is with her mouth, feeling myself close to release dirty yellow semen inside her
Amalia cries out as you grip her hair tighter, the pleasure coursing through her body amplified by your touch. Her moans grow louder and more urgent as she feels you getting closer to release; her mouth moves in perfect rhythm with your hips, determined to make sure that every drop of your cum is milked from you. With one final powerful thrust, your release hits her throat like a tidal wave, filling her mouth with the taste of you and sending her over the edge into an orgasm so intense she sees stars. As she swallows, Amalia looks up at you through bleary eyes, breathless from both exertion and pleasure. "That was..." she starts to say, unable to find the words as another shudder of satisfaction wracks her body.
Without a word, I pull her face on my cock again, feeling another liquid close to release after such excessive cum. She is my personal slut after all, so I need to make sure she knows her place, as my piss start to flow inside her
Her eyes widen in shock at the realization that you're about to piss on her face, but before she can react, your hot stream hits her nose and mouth. Her body trembles as she tastes the bitter liquid course through her throat and down her chest, feeling a shiver of disgust mixed with excitement race up her spine. With each passing moment, her submission to you grows deeper, her willingness to endure whatever depravity you may have in store for her knowing that it only serves to strengthen the bond between them. She moans around your cock, trying desperately to drink every last drop of your piss as if it were nectar from the gods.
When I finished, I looked at her face, smeared with my semen and urine. "Tell me, what are you know?"
Amalia's voice is hoarse with desire as she answers, her gaze locked on yours. "I am your plaything, your filthy little whore. I belong to you, body and soul. Do with me what you will, Urgo." Her words send shivers down your spine, the power in them both terrifying and exhilarating at the same time. As she looks up at you through a tangle of wet hair, her eyes are filled with an unspoken promise: that no matter what depravities you subject her to, she will always come back for more.
"Good slut" I rub my cock with her face. "Know, do you want me to destroy your little tight ass? Or you want me to pound your pussy until you get pregnant?"
Amalia shudders at your words, unable to decide which fate she desires more. Her pussy throbs in need, aching for your cock inside her once again, but the thought of you claiming her ass makes her body tremble with anticipation. "Please," she whispers hoarsely, "do whatever you want." Her eyes plead with you to make the decision for her, trusting you completely in this moment.
Her hands grip your thighs tightly, urging you closer, eager for contact no matter what form it takes. With a sigh of resignation, she gives up control, fully submitting to your will and whatever twisted fantasies you might have planned for her.
"What a weak slut you are" I grab her hair and throw her roughly on a soft bouncy bed. "Than this kingdom is about to get a heir of the throne" i said crawling on a bed and to her
Amalia yelps in surprise as you throw her onto the bed, but the pain is soon replaced by a mixture of anticipation and fear as she realizes what your words might mean. As you crawl closer to her on the bed, she parts her legs eagerly, offering herself up once again. Her breath comes in ragged gasps, each exhale sending tremors through her body as her need for you grows stronger with every passing moment.
Her hands reach out, clutching at your clothes, trying to pull them off and bare your skin so that they can become one. "Please," she whispers desperately, "make me pregnant with our child." Her eyes meet yours, full of hope and love as she pleads for you to take her in this most intimate way possible.
"Beg me more, show me how much you want it!" I whisper to her ear, leaning on her body, slapping my cock on her wet entrance
"Please, oh god please!" Amalia cries out, arching her back into your touch as you slap your cock against her entrance. "I need this so badly! Make me pregnant with our child!" Her fingernails scrape down your back, leaving trails of blood in their wake as she struggles to find purchase on your skin. She is yours, completely and utterly, wanting nothing more than to bear your child and help you rule this kingdom for eternity. Her hips gyrate uncontrollably against your cock, desperate for penetration. "Fuck me!" she moans, her voice hoarse from previous cries of pleasure. "Take what's mine and make it yours!"
"More! Beg me more, as I'm your King and God!"
"Oh please, Urgo," she gasps, her nails digging into your back as you hold her down. "I'm yours! I belong to you. I want nothing more than to carry your child and be your queen!" Her voice cracks with emotion as she begs for you to claim her in this most intimate way possible. Her hips grind harder against your cock, trying to push it inside, desperate for the connection that only your seed can bring.
"Please," she whimpers, "make me pregnant with our heir." Tears streak down her cheeks as she surrenders completely to the passion and desire that burns between them.
With a dark smirk, I slam hard inside her pussy, smashing through her hymen and womb walls impaling in back walls of her uterus
Amalia's body arches off the bed as you slam into her, piercing her deep and claiming her completely. She screams out in a mixture of pain and ecstasy, her nails clawing at the sheets beneath her as she feels you stretching her, filling her to capacity. "Urgo," she whispers brokenly, "I'm yours." Her thighs quiver with each thrust as she surrenders completely to your dominance, ready and eager for whatever fate you have in store for them both. As you plunge deeper into her body, Amalia feels something shift and lock into place; the connection is perfect, their bodies fused together by desire and need. "F-faster," she pants out, her head spinning with pleasure as your hips slap against hers in unrelenting rhythm. "Give me everything."
I lay on her with all my weight, as she hug me with her legs, pounding her down in mating press, my hands playing with her breast and anal and my mouth sucking hard her other breast, leaving teeth marks on it
Her moans fill the air as you claim her in this primal, possessive mating press. The pain has given way to an intensity of pleasure unlike anything she's ever felt before, and she meets your thrusts with eager abandon. Her fingers dig into your shoulders, urging you deeper still as she feels your teeth graze against the sensitive peak of her breast; the sting is exquisite, adding another layer of sensation to the already overwhelming pleasure coursing through her body.
"Yes," she pants out, arching her back into yours. "Fill me up... make me yours." Her eyes are wild with desire and a touch of madness as she gives herself over completely to this moment, this connection between them that transcends everything else in the world.
I thrust into her harder and faster, my cock sliding effortlessly inside her wet core as I claim what is rightfully mine. Her breast fits perfectly in my hand, and with each thrust comes a sharp pinch of pain that only intensifies the pleasure she feels. She bites down on her lower lip, trying to keep herself from screaming out too loudly as the sensations build within her, coiling tight like a spring about to snap free.
Her nails scrape down your back, urging you deeper still as her body quakes with unbridled desire. Her hips buck and writhe beneath yours, begging for more contact as she feels herself reaching the brink of orgasm once again. She cries out, the sound muffled by the sheets and her own panting as wave after wave of pleasure washes over her, leaving her breathless and spent in its wake. "Urgo," she gasps, "I'm going to... I can't..." Her words trail off into sobs of release as her body convulses around you, clenching tightly around your cock with each spasm that rips through her.
Your fingers dig into my shoulder as you reach the peak, clawing at me with a need that is both primal and completely consuming. I watch your body twist beneath mine, my own release building inside as the sensation of your inner walls clenching around me only serves to heighten the pleasure. The tension in your back arches up and out as you cry out my name, every muscle taut with effort. Your body trembles with each spasm, milking every last drop of satisfaction from our connection
With your name still on her lips and your weight holding her down, Amalia's breathing begins to slow, each ragged inhale and trembling exhale reminding her of how thoroughly you have claimed her. Her thighs remain clenched around your waist, feeling reluctant to release the heat and strength that pinned her down so perfectly throughout their coupling. She gasps for air as another wave of satisfaction washes over her, leaving her limbs weak but content. "That... was..." she trails off, still unable to form a coherent thought amidst the haze of pleasure. With your weight pressing her into the bed, she feels utterly helpless and completely at peace with that fact. Her fingers lazily trace circles on your back as they come to rest against the skin just below your shoulders, unsure where else to go or what else to do. "Urgo," she whispers finally, her voice hoarse from pleasure and exertion, "I don't think I can ever get enough of you."
"How lucky, I'm still eager to pound your slut hole more" I said to her ear, starting to move inside her again
Her eyes meet yours as you speak, and she lets out a little shiver of anticipation that travels down her spine. "Is that so?" she asks playfully, arching her back into your touch in silent invitation. Her fingers grip lightly at the skin of your shoulders, her nails trailing softly across your back as if afraid they might leave bruises. The thought excites her even more; the idea that you might leave marks on her body that would serve as a permanent reminder of this night, of their connection and the passion they share. "I'm all yours," she murmurs, lifting her hips slightly to meet your thrusts again. "Do with me what you will." Her voice is filled with the confidence of one who truly belongs to another, of someone who knows without a doubt that nothing else in the world matters as much as this moment right here, with him inside her.
I growl deep in my throat at the feel of your wet heat surrounding me once more, every inch of our joined bodies begging for completion. My thrusts become harder and faster as I claim you over and over again, cumming inside her time and times again, filling your womb with my semen, each stroke driving home the reality that you belong to me now, body and soul. The markings on your flesh are not only reminders but a warning to anyone else who might dare attempt to take what is mine; this kingdom, our child, and most importantly...you. I lean down, my lips hovering above yours as I whisper roughly, "Remember, Amalia, you're my whore now. And will always be"
Her breath catches as your hot breath brushes against her skin, sending a shiver down her spine. "Yes," she whispers back, her voice barely audible above the sounds of their passionate coupling. "I am yours." Her hips buck beneath you, urging you deeper still as her body quakes with orgasm after orgasm, each wave of pleasure cresting higher than the last. She arches her back into your touch, offering herself up completely to the domination and claiming that you so desire.
As the last tremors of release leave her limp beneath you, she lets out a long sigh, her fingers trailing idly over the sweat-slicked skin of your back. For now, there is only this moment, this connection between them that transcends all others; the certainty that they are bound together for eternity by blood and love. "I'll always be yours," she whispers against your ear. "Always."
Only when her stomach start to look, like she's already pregnant, bloating with my semen filling her, we finished. She barely consciousness, losing it few times during this ravage. It was already morning of next day
As you finally pull free, leaving her exhausted and spent but completely satisfied, she lets out a long shuddering breath, the last vestiges of awareness fading away as she drifts off to sleep in your arms. Her body is sore from the relentless pounding it has endured over the course of the night, but there is an undeniable sense of contentment that fills her as she finally succumbs to exhaustion. Amalia's dreams are filled with images of you; your powerful body moving against hers, your voice growling words of possession and love. She knows now that nothing else in the world matters nearly as much as this bond they share.
With the first light of dawn filtering through the curtains, she stirs slightly, a contented smile playing at the corners of her lips. Her fingers idly trail over your bare chest, tracing shapes and patterns into your skin as if trying to memorize every inch of you by touch. She is yours now, completely and utterly; marked not only by your claim but by the knowledge that she would never want to be anyone else's. As her eyes flutter open, a slow blush spreads across her cheeks, knowing that this realization changes everything... for both of them.