Chapter 1
Although the great age of heroes and villains is now long past, lost amid the ruin and dust of time, I, the storyteller, remain to remind humanity that giants once walked the Earth, that humans lived, fought and lusted with a furiousness and passion now lost to this race.
I alone can tell the tale of Jonos, Conqueror and King, Lover and Loved.
Gather around me and revel in the telling of his glory!
Old King Janish stirs restlessly from his throne, wandering the nearly deserted hall to gaze out a window at his capital city of Atria. A bloody moon hangs over the city and he grins up at it. It is a good omen -- a moon of death overlooking bloody deeds below. "By now the deed is done," he mutters to himself, unconcerned with his personal guards always standing nearby.
A soft sob echoes through the room, drawing King Janish's attention from the window and to the woman who sits slumped on the steps of the dais leading to his throne.
His eyes slide unappreciatively over her body, dressed scantily in silk wraps that do little to hide her bountiful breasts and smooth legs. "Hush woman," he snaps. "He's my son, too and it must be done." For a moment, he does acknowledge her almost unearthly beauty, but only in that it reminds him of his own aged body, now immune to the lusts and desires of his younger years. "Damn witch," he hisses as he steps by her and resumes his wait on the jeweled throne of Agosta.
The King begins to nod off, his thoughts mixing with his dreams.
...He finds himself in the streets of the city, mist rising up to dim his path. Off in the distance he spies a proud, young man walking towards him. Tall, muscular and striding with the ease and agility of a panther, long hair brushing his shoulders as he walks, almost hiding his face... his almost always scowling face. He is flanked by two of the Prince's Guard, cloaked in the red and black colors of the Prince. He hears one of them saying something about a visit to Lynestra's -- Atria's most opulent bordello -- and the young man laughs lustfully and nods agreement. At that moment, the guards suddenly pull their swords and the young man turns, a look of shock and disbelief on his face as the two armed men close with him. The mist swallows them up and there is an awful scream...
King Janish jerks awake, startled as the great doors to the throne room open with a boom to admit a cloaked and helmeted member of the Prince's Guard. Janish sits up, his heart suddenly pounding. Below him, the woman sits up as well, her dusky face streaked with tears. The King's Guard around the room straighten to attention. All eyes are drawn to the sword held low by the guard, much of its length darkened by blood that still glistens on the sharp-edged steel.
"Is it done?" The King rasps. "Is my son dead, Captain Leone?" the King tightens his grip on the arms of the throne. "Does your sword bear the heart blood of Prince Jonos?" He stands and takes a step downwards, barely able to control his desire to take the sword and embrace its potential to restore his youth and vigor.
The guard approaches and holds out the sword, hilt first. "Your command was obeyed, my King," a harsh voice replies.
The woman on the dais begins to weep again, sobbing, "Jonos, Jonos... my child."
Ignoring her, the old man descends the dais, laughing and holding out his hands to take the sword, his face alight like a child receiving gifts at Winterfest.
The guard speaks again, "Your command was obeyed, my King. But... Father, your men failed." With one hand, the guard quickly removes his helmet and the long hair of the Prince Jonos tumbles to his brawny shoulders. And with long-practiced ease, the long sword in his left hand is twirled and gripped at the hilt.
The King halts his descent, his eyes widening in surprise. "Jonos? Alive??" He backpedals up the steps. "Nooooo. Guards! I am betrayed!" he wails.
Several guards stationed around the throne room begin to move towards the young prince, but stop as he holds up his free hand.
With a voice used to giving commands, Prince Jonos cries out, "NO! I claim the Right -- the Right of Challenge between one who is wronged and the wrongdoer. My father attempts to kill the rightful heir without cause or justification. I now demand the Right of Satisfaction." As he speaks, he undoes the clasp of the red and black cloak, letting it billow to the ground. A long bloody slash runs the width of his torso, still oozing blood from a nearly fatal strike.
Jonos stands dressed only in the kilt he mostly favors as apparel, his nearly naked body well muscled and gleaming with sweat. He rasises his sword as guarantee to his next words. "Any man who stands against me in my quest for Satisfaction, will die slowly!"
The guards look uncertainly at each other and then all look to one man for guidance, his colors are the black and purple -- the Captain of the King's Guard. The Captain nods and motions for his men to stand down. "He has claimed the Right of Satisfaction." The Captain removes his helmet and nods to King Janish. "Your Majesty... Prince Jonos, by your leave." He points towards the door and his men march out.
The old King looks on in horror, continuing to back up until he almost stumbles against his throne. "Jonos... there is a misunderstanding. You don't know... I am your father... I AM YOUR KING!" King Janish's face is ashen as he gropes around the arm of the throne until his hand closes around the hilt of 'Vanquisher', the sword of Kings from time immemorial that he once led armies into battle with. He raises the sword uncertainly and looks at his son. "You owe me your allegiance, boy!"
Prince Jonos smiles back darkly. He begins to climb the steps. "And you had it, Father. I would have given you my life willingly had you only asked. But this rank betrayal... and only to extend your own miserable life. Leone told me everything in the end -- your plans to use Sorcery..." The Prince glances at his mother who is on her knees, staring at him in disbelief, "...and my Blood to regain your youth..." Jonos steps up to face his father on the dais. "You want my blood, old man? Come take it if you can."
At the taunt of 'old man' the King's eyes fill with insane anger and he lunges at his son, the sword slashing through the air with a speed that belies his faded age and vigor, hissing, "Whelp of a whoring witch, I will kill you!"
The sword descends towards Jonos' unprotected neck only to miss as at the last possible second, as the young prince steps aside. Before the King recovers, Prince Jonos drives his own sword deep into the King's dark heart.
King Janish gives a pained and anguished cry, then squeals like a wounded sow as his son twists his sword and in a soft, almost tender voice, says, "I claim it all, Father. What was yours is now mine," again glancing at his mother, her face pale as she watches her husband's life blood spill onto the dais. "Everything, father. Your throne, your kingdom, your queen... it all belongs to me now!"
Prince Jonos twists his sword again, and the sound of flesh and muscle tearing echoes wetly across the room. King Janish's final cry of denial and rage die, choked off in a gush of blood from his lips. Jonos gives a harsh laugh and jerks his sword free from the King's still-standing body. He stares into his father's now sightless eyes, and with contempt, shoves the lifeless corpse off the dais to land with a meaty thump. Jonos looks at his dead father with satisfaction, his eyes coming to rest on the sword still in Janish's grasp and the bejeweled gold ringlet sitting askew on his head.
The young Prince turns to the Queen, and in a voice that brooks no argument commands, "Mother, bring me my sword. Bring me my crown." He eases himself into the throne, making a little grunt of contentment
The woman, both hands clasped at her bosom can only stare at her son in amazement for a moment before she can tear her eyes from his nearly naked form and rise to her feet. She tries to ignore her son's stern and interested stare as she walks to her dead husband, her body moving lithely. She has felt her son's hungering eyes before, his amongst thousands who have looked upon her comely body with lust.
Her large breasts sway under the scant silk wrappings, large, jewel-sized nipples now erect and visible against the filmy material. Her bare stomach and thighs do more than hint at her beauty. Her dark eyes give her away as a Princess of the far off lands of Elysiis, as they flit again and again to her son, unable to meet his piercing gaze.
She squats carefully, long strands of silk covering her sex, but molding against her pudena, revealing the shape and fullness of her mound. She removes her husband's crown from his head and then pries 'Vanquisher' from his hand. Slowly she climbs the steps to the foot of King Janish's throne -- now Jonos' throne. She holds out crown and sword to her son.
Jonos snorts and says in a voice full of derision, "Kneel before your King, mother."
She takes a deep breath and slowly drops to her knees, knowing full well she offers her son a splendid view of her generous cleavage. She cannot help but blush before his gaze, especially as she realizes that she is almost face to face with a prominent tenting in her son's kilt.
Jonos takes the sword from her and then raises his head and cries out. "King's guards -- you are commanded to enter the Hall."
As if waiting for their cue, the great doors open and the company of the King's Guard just dismissed, march in, accompanied by three men in rich, luxurious robes. The King's Guard spread out and resume their stations while their Captain approaches the throne.
The Queen begins to rise, but a single command, "Stay as you are, Mother," keeps her kneeling before her son.
Jonos nods to the Captain of the Guard as he approaches and then halts and kneels. "Captain Torrene, did you know of my father's plot to kill me?"
Torrene raises his head and removes his helmet, his short gray hair almost gone white. Despite his advanced years, Jonos knows him as a skilled and deadly warrior. Without hesitation he replies, "Yes, my majesty. I knew."
Jonos nods and then turns to the three new arrivals, each wide-eyed as they stare at the blood-soaked corpse of their King. "Ministers -- Lords Krane, Sykes and Lorrel. Did you know of the King's plot to kill me?"
Each man blanches and looks to the others and then shake their heads and cry out, "No!" and "No!" and "Madness!"
Jonos nods, watching the Captain's reaction as well as that of his father's closest advisors. He sees something in Captain Torrene's eyes that he doesn't see in the others. "Captain Torrene, who do you serve?"
The old man nods and replies, "I serve the King."
"Am I the King?"
Again the old officer nods and says, "You are, by right of Birth and by right of Challenge."
"I believe you. Will you carry on as Captain of my King's Guard?"
Something akin to fire flashes in the old man's eyes, and he smiles grimly and says, "My life is yours, Sire. Command me."
Jonos smiles, cold and harsh and replies, "Rise, Captain Torrene. Stand ready to serve." He turns again to the advisors. "Gentlemen, who do you serve?"
The three men prostrate themselves and babble, "You, your majesty -- we are yours to command." They look at each other with some signs of relief.
Jonos smiles and says, "Very well. Please throw yourselves out yon window." He points to the very window his father gazed out of scant minutes previous. "It is my will... that you jump to your deaths."
The oldest of the three advisors, Lord Krane of the Treasury sputters. "Sire? You jest surely?" When Jonos shakes his head in the negative, Krane draws himself up. "My King... I am your Warden of the Treasury. You cannot command me to jump out a window only to die. I'm...I'm...IMPORTANT!"
The other advisors nod in agreement.
"No, Krane -- you are mine to do with as I see fit. Captain, help them along."
Torrene replies, "As you command, majesty." A few simple signals and his men are in motion.
One by one, the screaming, protesting advisors are hurled out the window -- their cries fading before merging into wet and crunchy explosions.
All of the King's Guard return to their stations and then as one cry out, "Hail, King Jonos!"
Jonos smiles and then returns his attention to his mother. "Mother, am I your king as well?"
His mother finally meets his gaze. "Oh yes, my son... my King. I am yours -- command me."
Jonos smiles and says, "Rise, Queen Celise." He looks at the soldiers in the room. "I am King Jonos, by right of Birth and by right of Challenge. The Queen of my treacherous father herself swears allegiance and now places the crown upon my brow."
He nods and his mother steps up and behind him, so close he can smell her perfume -- jasmine based, as well as sweat and something else. He can feel her voluptuous breasts brush against his bare back as she gently places the crown upon his head.
Queen Celise steps back and announces, "King Janish is dead, Long live King Jonos!"
Her cry is echoed by all in the room.
She moves to step away, but Jonos takes her wrist in an iron grasp. "Mother, did you know of my father's plot?" He jerks her around and down to kneel at the foot of his throne. The violence of his action exposes her right breast, large and fleshy and for a woman of fifty years, marvelously firm with only a hint of sagging.
Queen Celise stifles a sudden urge to cry and beg. With her eyes filled with shame, she nods quickly and replies, "Yes, my son -- forgive me."
King Jonos snorts derisively and says, "Captain Torrene, have my mother escorted to my father's -- HAH! -- to my chambers, and guard her while I consider her fate."
Guards appear on either side of his mother and take her by the arms. She is crying silently now, but does not beg for mercy as she is led away.
Once she has left, Jonos instructs Captain Torrene further. "Summon the High Council. Inform them we shall meet at high noon come the morrow. Spread the word throughout Agosta that I have slain my father in challenged combat and claimed the throne. Let any who would challenge me make their claim tomorrow."
He stands and descends the dais, 'Vanquisher' still in his hands. "Recall Captains Prius and Nasser from the Battle Lines -- have the wizards bring them. I want them here when I awake come morning."
Torrene nods and replies, "As you command, majesty."
Jonos steps over his father's corpse and strides from the room, followed by two of his Guard, pausing only to call over his shoulder, "Leave that wretch's corpse where it lies."
He stops in front of his parents' bedchambers. Two Guards stand there already. "Do not disturb me or the Queen until morning," he commands as the Guards take up station. He grins darkly, making the guards swallow and sweat. "No matter what you hear."
Jonos pushes open the doors and slams them shut behind him. Scented candles are scattered about, illuminating the room. The opulent bed that is covered with furs and soft satins and silks, sits empty. The room is filled with a lifetime's worth of mementos and trophies from his father's reign of nearly six decades. A great tapestry divides a small portion of the room from the rest. He stalks over to the tapestry and gripping the ancient piece firmly, he rips it to the floor, revealing the Queen's portion of the room -- her lair when the King had dismissed her from his bed, but wanted her to be close at hand.
A small, but luxurious bed sits across from a small vanity with silvered mirror against the outside wall. Before it, his mother, Queen Celise sits, her eyes downcast. Without looking up, she whispers, "My king, what do you wish of me?"
Jonos feels his heart swell with a storm of conflicting emotions which spur him into enraged action. "Witch... I wish I knew!" He springs towards her, grabbing a fistful of her dark hair and jerks her to standing.
She screams as he hurls her across the room, knocking over a teak table and shattering a bottle of Elysiisian wine on the stone floor. Queen Celise lets out a terrified cry and struggles to her feet, her knees red and skinned from the fall.
Jonos storms towards her, pointing his sword to touch the tip at his mother's throat. "Should I kill you now, Mother," he hisses, his voice quivering with rage. "Would you have worked the spell for him -- would you have used my blood -- the blood of your son to restore my father's youth and vigor?" He steps closer, his sword tip pressing hard enough to ever so slightly pierce his mother's skin, causing a trickle of blood to run down her dusky skin. He puts his lips to her ear and whispers, "Did you miss your husband's cock so much that you would kill your son to regain it?"
Celise stands still, trembling with fear, but her son's last words provoke an almost angry reaction. "NO!" she cries out. Her hands rise to cup Jonos's face and she says, "You are my son. I love you and I am no dark sorceress! I... how can you even think of such a thing?"
Jonos takes a step back, still pointing the sword and snarls, "You knew! By your own confession you knew what father wanted and you did nothing to stop him!" His right hand tenses on the hilt of the sword as if preparing to run his mother through.
Tears pour down his mother's face as she sobs, "He was King -- I could not betray him!" She tries to reach out and caress Jonos's face again.
He places his hand against her chest to keep her from approaching. Both instinctively shiver as his flesh touches her breast, soft and firm beneath his palm.
Celise stifles a moan and whispers. "I would have done his bidding as his wife and then I would have killed myself for my deeds. You are now my king, Jonos. Believe what you will and do what you will, but know that I have always loved you."
She shivers as his palm squeezes her breast while the point of his sword dimples the soft skin of her throat. Celise moans as she feels her son's hand clench the silk fabric of her wrap.
Jonos growls, "I believe that you are devious." His voices grows raspier as he squeezes her breast, the silk giving way and his hands, still stained with his father's blood brushes her flesh. "What is truly in your heart, Mother, I do not know."
Celise moans as his grip on her breast brings both pleasure and pain. Jonos is breathing heavy -- the tent in his kilt reappearing now as his mighty chest heaves. Celise's dusky skin reddens as she blushes with embarrassment and arousal, her heavy breasts jiggle as she shakes with fear and other emotions. Her thick nipples swell, perhaps from the cold air, perhaps from something else. Between her legs, she feels her well groomed mound of black hair moisten.
"What is in my heart is love," she exhales. "Love for my son, love for the man who has freed me from the depredations of an evil man, love for my King." Celise reaches out and grasps her son's hip. "What would you have me do, my son, my king, to prove my love and loyalty to you?" She gazes into the stormy eyes of her son as she speaks, her hand sliding down.
Jonos licks his lips and says softly, "I am the King and you are mine to do with what I will -- do you not agree?" His kilt shifts noticeably as the swelling of the tent becomes more pronounced.
Celise cannot long bear his gaze and looks downward, then she averts her eyes from the obvious erection her son is now displaying. "Y-yes, my majesty," she whispers.
Jonos chuckles. "What to do with such a wicked witch? He tickles her throat with 'Vanquisher' lifting her gaze to his sneering visage again. "Perhaps I should just kill you. Perhaps I should spare your life and send you to work in the mines in the mountains." He laughs again, and says, "Perhaps I should sell you to Lynestra. You have the body of a fine whore, Mother."
He lowers the sword from her throat and with his other hand tears the silk cloth from her bosom. Celise moans, her eyes full of fear and desire.
"Would you make a good whore, Mother? I imagine men would pay a pretty bit of coin to bed a Queen?"
Celise's face continues to redden and she finally raises her gaze to meet her son's stare. "If you command it, my liege, I will fuck every man in the kingdom. If you command it, my king, I will be Lynestra's finest whore. If you command it, my son, I will be your whore." Her hand trembles as she slips it into her son's kilt, and her hand slides over his great penis. Celise inhales sharply as she tries to wrap her delicate hand around his cock and fails. Her eyes widen -- showing her amazement at his girth. Celise's voice cracks as she whispers, "I will be the finest lover you will ever know, my son."
Jonos's eyes gleam with lust and he laughs. Tossing the sword onto his mother's bed, his palm squeezes Celise's breast again and he pulls her close. "I told Father that everything that was his is now mine, including his queen!"
He mashes his lips against his mother's. Celise moans into his open mouth as his tongue spears between her lips, spreading them and finding her tongue, a fresh duel of wet flesh beginning.
Celise's head spins as her son kisses her like a familiar and passionate lover. Her tongue coils around his, spittle dripping down their chins as they kiss hungrily. She sucks on his tongue and then yields to his hunger as his lips trap her tongue and sucks it, his teeth, scrapping her soft, wet flesh.
Through their long and ardent kiss, the Queen's hand never leaves her son's erect member, slowly stroking it, her mind racing with awe at its immense size. Jonos's sword hand slips down her mostly bare back until it becomes entangled in the remaining silks that wrap her hips. With little effort, he pulls his mother's remaining silks from her, leaving her naked in his arms.
The young King's lips begin to nuzzle his mother's soft neck, lips smearing the blood from where his sword had been moments before. Celise feels herself begin to swoon, her head falling back, exposing her neck and naked breasts to her son. She gasps as Jonos ducks his head and bites her swollen nipples, the pain rocketing through her body, transforming into knee-weakening pleasure.
Suddenly Jonos snarls and flings his mother onto the king's bed. Before she has come to a stop amidst the furs and fine cloth, Jonos is atop her like a ravenous beast. He tears his kilt from his body to reveal his great lust for his mother. His cock is immense, longer and thicker than any man that Celise has ever seen. Her heart beats in trepidation at the thought that she might be assaulted by his mammoth appendage, while her labia begins to pucker with eagerness at the prospect of entertaining his truly king-sized cock.
"I am yours, Jonos," she moans, spreading her legs wide. Her trimmed black pubic hair frames her drenched pussy, juices dripping from her sodden entrance. "I will be your mother, your queen, your whore, my lord!" Celise groans as she lifts her pelvis at him, fingers digging into the bedding, desperate for her son's immense penis.
Jonos barges between his mother's thighs, laughing at her as he bends over her. His hand intertwines in her long, dark hair and yanks her head back to expose her neck. "Mother, you will be whatever I command you to be. I don't need your declarations of love or fealty. You are mine!"
"OHHH!" Celise screams as her the head of her son's cock spreads her labia and begins to enter her!
The large, spongy head opens her as no man or object has ever done before. Her screams escalate as he thrust steadily into her, ever forward, her own tightness proving to be no obstacle. The silken sheets are ripped as she claws them, her whole body convulsing as if on fire. Her mind and body are consumed by a pleasurable conflagration as she commits incest with her son. Thoughts of buying his mercy or preying upon sentiment are seared from her thoughts as the rapturous joy of mating with her son overwhelms her.
Orgasmic fury sends Celise's scream echoing throughout the palace, no doubt leaving the guards at the door wondering what their new King is doing to his mother. He fills her completely and still he thrusts forward, stretching her, as he pushes at her cervix with the head of his cock!
"JONOSSSS! TOO TOOO MUCH MY KING... SON ...OH GODSSSSS YOU'RE TOOOO BIG... SOOOOO BIG!"
Celise sobs, her hands now in balled into fists and she beats at his brawny arms and shoulders in vain as her son begins to thrust and withdraw, in and out. Her pelvis is pulled toward him as he withdraws, his shaft wormed inside her tightly. Then she cries and writhes as he thrusts again into her, the pleasure so intense that the difference between it and pain is almost indistinguishable!
Sweat dribbles from the young king's body to speckle her belly and breasts as he fucks his mother. He is almost eerily silent as a thousand nights of fantasy become reality and he sheaths his penis into his mother. His lips alight upon her skin in a hundred places, kissing here and biting there, hands mauling her heavy breasts as he bites her nipples hard enough to leave marks. Celise's orgasm is unacknowledged by him, although he appreciates the liquid fire of her pussy cream, providing more lubrication to ease his penetration.
Energy born of incestuous passion fills the air -- actual arcane energy seems to crackle, albeit the only manifestation evident is the sudden increase in the intensity and height of the flames of the many candles in the room, pulsating in time with Celise's orgasms, fueled no doubt from the sorceress's own fulfilled sexual desires.
Gradually, her struggles to stop the intense sensations of pleasure are abandoned, replaced by a sense of humility and wonder as Jonos seems intent on fucking her until he is satisfied. Her wordless cries never wane, although her voice grows hoarse and strained as orgasm follows orgasm while Jonos relentlessly fucks her.
She is lost in her pleasure and it seems to go on forever. Then almost defying belief, she feels her son grow within her, his massive cockhead battering at her womb. Suddenly he roars, like the great lion of the savannas, announcing the mounting of his mate. His thrusting stops and his hips shudder as he begins to cum.
All previous understanding of orgasmic delight is washed away and the true joy of incestuous pleasure ignites within Celise as her son and king begins to flood her pussy with steaming hot semen. Like the Great Geyser of the Everfrost Highlands, he does not seem to stop as burst after burst of her son's cum fills her hungry cunt until she cannot understand how she can take it all. As ecstasy spreads throughout her body, it feels as if her very flesh is absorbing his seed and converting it to a form of pleasure she never dreamt could exist. Celise is so lost in her own rapturous joy that she is completely unaware that she has lost consciousness.
She is ripped back into the waking world when pain and pleasure mix as her son grips her hips and pulls his still thick and erect cock from her clasping cunt. Jonos grins as she moans and writhes underneath him, deprived of his manhood.
"You make a fine whore, Mother," he says as he rolls to the side and onto his back.
Celise is amazed that while covered with love sweat, her son is scarcely winded. "Your fine cock would make any woman wish to be your whore, my king," his mother replies, stretching like a lithe panther. "You surpass your father in the bedchamber. You fuck like a god, my son." Celise rolls on her side, curling up against her son and draping one leg over his muscled thigh. Already, she can feel the copious deposit of her son's semen oozing from her well-fucked cunt.
"Bring me wine," Jonos commands, a pleased smile on his face at her compliment.
As his mother slithers unsteadily off the bed, he slaps her round bottom hard, leaving a distinct red handprint on her ass cheek.
Celise staggers towards the wine cabinet, somewhat shocked at how shaken she is. Each step allows more of her son's seed to trickle down her thigh. She glances back at Jonos and a thrill goes through her body as she feels her words are truth. Her son, lying back on the large bed, appears like the painting of a god -- his broad, well-muscled body flawed only by the scars of battle. His long dark hair so much like her own, partially hides his face, although she can feel his lusting gaze roaming over her body. Most amazing of all is his cock, rising from his thighs like a great tree truck, glistening with his semen and her cream.
She grabs a bottle of prime vintage and reaches for a goblet, but Jonos's harsh voice commands, "Just bring the bottle, Mother."
She returns to him and he takes the bottle and swings it up, swallowing a third of the contents with one swig. Celise is unsure of what to do next, but her son decides for her.
"Mother, clean me up. It is the duty of a good whore."
Celise shivers at her son's words commanding her like a maid. She turns toward the washbasin with its warm water heated by coals, but then it dawns on her what the new king is truly asking and she murmurs, "It would be my pleasure, my lord."
She climbs onto the bed and kneels over her son's crotch. With eyes turned to watch his amused face, she begins to lick the mixed leavings of their mating from his cock. Celise purrs with desire and pleasure as she licks up thick strands of semen and cunt cream, savoring it as something akin to the nectar of the gods. As she tongues up a particularly thick glob of her son's seed, she groans happily and licks her lips.
A bark of laughter erupts from Jonos. "Ahhh, Mother, you missed your true calling. All these years wasted as Queen of Agosta, when you could have been our kingdom's finest slut." With one strong hand, he reaches out and runs his fingers through her long and now tangled dark hair.
Celise's eyes glow with incestuous lust as her stare pierces her son's soul while she curls her long tongue around the enormous crown of his penis and whispers in a voice dripping with desire, "For you, my king, I would be both Queen and Whore."
Jonos snorts and replies, "Assuredly you are both -- as to whether you will remain either -- I know you as a plotting sorceress that wed my father and bore me. Whether I should trust you, or just fuck you and then kill you... I have not decided."
A shiver passes through Celise's naked body at the casual way her son speaks of her as yet to be decided fate. In a voice that is more confident than she feels, she says, "As I have sworn, my king. I am yours. Command me and I shall obey." She sits up, her tongue curling to capture a last bit of sperm on the corner of her mouth. Celise gestures to the nearest open window. "Shall I follow your father's ministers and fly out the window?" The dusky Elyssiian looks proudly upon her son, her body the epitome of carnality. "Command me, my son."
Jonos again snorts with laughter and answers, "Perhaps later mother. For now, I would have you mount the King's charger and ride." His voice is full of lust, for his mother's mouth has again awakened his long denied incestuous urges.
Celise feels the same lust herself, even as her cunt aches from the beating her son's cock gave her just minutes before. Heart pounding, she rises up and swings one leg across her son's body, straddling him. His long erect penis brushes against her thick pubic pelt, and her labia still split asunder from earlier. Her pussy lips quiver -- kissing his thick shaft as she moves her hips, sliding her cum-soaked flesh along his erect cock until she is hovering over the head.
Celise is almost overcome with emotion and lust, and moans, "Oh before the gods, I swear my love for thee, Jonos!"
She begins to descend, crying out in both pain and ecstasy as she impales herself on her son's great pole. His cock spreads her open, scraping her flesh deliciously as he fills her as no man has ever done. The sensations of sweet sin are too much and she pauses, having taken only half his cock in her pussy. Her hips shudder and an incestuous orgasm flows up her torso like a wave, puckering her nipples. She sobs, "I do love you, my son! I never knew this could be so good!"
Jonos slides his hands up his mother's belly to cup both her heavy breasts. His forefinger and thumbs pinch and pull her large nipples until Celise cries out in pain that only intensifies her climax. "Mayhap you do love me, Mother. Mayhap you just are a whore at heart. Ride me, Mother! Fuck your son as if it has been your life's dream come true." His hands move down to her waist, just above the curve of her hips and with a grunt of satisfaction, he pushes her down, spearing her deeply with his large cock.
Celise's eyes snap wide open and she flings her head back to let fly a scream that makes even the battle-hardened guards outside the doors jump in surprise as the white fire of intense sexual pain and pleasure explodes in the wet, steamy and cock-filled hole between her legs, and sears every fiber of her being. More and more cock disappears inside her pussy, filling her up beyond belief, nudging and then hammering against her cervix until she feels her clitoris mashed against his wiry pubic hair.
Time seems suspended as Celise shudders helpless, trapped on her son's mighty cock, in the throes of orgasm. Again, every candle in the chamber brightens and intensifies in strength and her dusky skin gleams with sweat that almost appears to have an unworldly sheen to it as she moans, her dark eyes flashing with fire. Celise is conscious of the fiery furnace of pleasure that burns between her legs, filling her blood with energy that courses through her body, swelling her nipples till she thinks they'll burst. She is aware of Jonos flexing his cock, making it stir inside as her inner walls grip his thick shaft so tightly she can feel his heart's pulse.
Abruptly, Celise lets out another soul shredding scream, and then as if a string holding her up is cut, she collapses atop her son's body, crying as only a woman completely sexually fulfilled can. Minutes pass while she breathes heavily, Jonos content to be completely buried in his mother's pussy, her flesh gripping him tightly as if to prevent any escape. He relishes the feel of his mother's immense breasts pillowed on his chest, her nipples throbbing against his hairless chest.
Gradually, Celise recovers -- the first sign being little kisses on her son's neck and then cheeks and finally, her lips brushing his mouth and her tongue running over his parted lips before venturing inside to be greeted by his tongue. Jonos grunts appreciatively as his mother hunches against his body, wiggling her hips around his buried penis until she almost swoons again. Her arms caress his muscled shoulders before running her fingers through his hair and then into the mountain of furs and pillows above them.
Celise groans, nearing orgasm again as she squeezes her pussy somehow tighter around Jonos's cock. Then swift as a lioness, she sits up, holding a dagger against her son's chest, the point positioned exactly above his heart. Celise can feel her son tense underneath her, but his face is impassive, his eyes revealing nothing but the lust he has exhibited all evening.
In a voice that trembles with yearning, Celise whispers, "You doubt my loyalty, my king and you would do well to do so. Many will try and take what is now rightfully yours and you must always be on guard until allegiance is proven." The dagger presses against her son's mighty chest, almost drawing blood.
"Jonos, I could plunge this knife into your heart and snuff out your life before you draw another breath." Celise groans and tries to resist the swelling ecstasy building between her thighs. Her eyes flash with eldritch fire and the very air around her shimmers as she calls upon her sorceress might. Her voice is lusty, "I can send my powers coursing through this blade and burn your bones to ash. I can slay you right now, my king, and you could do nothing to stop it!" The blade breaks skin and a trickle of blood wells up, its thick coppery aroma mixing with the heady scent of sex that fills the room.
"But, I love you, King Jonos, ruler of Agosta and my heart," Celise sighs, her voice becoming teary. "I adore you as my son, and my lover, and pray in my heart that you will take me as Queen, as was done in ancient times." The point rises up from above her son's heart and she places the blade in her son's hand, closing his fingers around the hilt before guiding it up, to point against her own breast.
The arcane power fades from her eyes, leaving them dark and full of love for her son. "I am yours, my son, my king. My life is yours. End it if you wish." Celise cries out as her orgasm begins to overwhelm her resistance. Her pussy convulses involuntarily, squeezing her son's immense cock as she gasps, "If you will not have me, kill me now -- NOW -- OH GODS -- LET ME DIE KNOWING THE PLEASURE OF MY SON'S COCK!"
Celise's hand falls away from her son's and she closes her eyes and lets her pleasure take her. She does not see her son smile, this time, the soft smile of a son who loves his mother. With a flick of his wrist, he flings the knife away, clattering on the floor. His hands move to tug at his mother's hips as he holds her against his cock imbedded as deeply as possible inside her.
In a voice that almost resembles tenderness, Jonos says, "Mother, if you would be my Queen, then accept the seed of your Son, and King!"
With a small thrust upwards that makes Celise scream, her son laughs and begins to cum. His cock pulses inside her and spits hot seed to flood her womb, joining and mixing with her own cream bathing his cock. Mother and Son, Queen and King meld, backs arching and becoming almost immobile as their mutual orgasm takes them, growing into a carnal conflagration unlike anything either has experienced before.
Celise has an orgasm more powerful than any before. The pleasure intensifying as for the first time since he was a child, she hears Jonos whisper, "I love you too, Mother!" She is swept away in an orgasmic flood of joyous rapture. When her senses return, she is on her back and groaning as she endures the sweet torture of her son slowly withdrawing his cock from her pussy as her muscles contract around his thick shaft, trying to hold him inside.
As sleep overwhelms her, the last thing she hears is her son's pleased voice. "You will always be remembered mother, as Celise, Whore Queen of King Jonos the Conqueror."
The sun streams through the eastern windows when Celise awakes, her body aching pleasurably from the night's passions with her son. She rises from the bed and sees him hunched over a desk, frowning as he laboriously scratches with a quill on parchment. Naked, she slips from the bed to wrap her arms around his wide shoulders and kiss his cheek.
"My king, already hard at work?" she lets her fingers wander across his muscled shuolders while rubbing her breasts lasciviously against his bare back.
"Taking the crown is easier than keeping it," Jonos grumbles to her. His kilt begins to tent in response to his mother's attentions, but before he can return her affections, there is a loud knock at the door. The king reaches for the sword named 'Vanquisher' before calling out, "Enter!"
Captain Torrene opens the great doors and takes several steps inside the bedroom, bowing before Jonos with a flourish. His face is etched with weariness that the King notes approvingly, recognizing a man who will get things done as commanded. Torrene takes in the sight of King Jonos, and his mother, Queen Celise, standing naked and unashamed at his side. He gives not the slightest sign that he finds this out of the ordinary, even with the faint aroma of sex lingering in the air. Torrene has seen the Queen many times barely garbed in silks, her breasts and ass teasingly revealed, but his eyes lustfully record her complete nakedness for the first time.
"Report, Captain!" barks King Jonos.
"Sire, Captains Prius and Nasser await you. And the High Council gathers as we speak." The Captain pauses and adds, "Petitioners clamor for your attention and await your arrival in the Great Hall."
"Excellent. Has anyone issued a challenge to my claim?"
Captain Torrene shakes his head, "Nay, Sire, although there is rumor that Prince Kella takes the news of his brother's death hard, and is summoning forces to take the throne by force."
Jonos nods and smiles, "I had all but forgotten my uncle. So rare did he attend my father in court. Take all necessary measures -- Captain Nasser will soon be in charge of any necessary response. Tell him and Captain Prius, I will join them in the throne room shortly."
Torrene bows and asks, "As you command, King Jonos. Is there any other service I may provide?"
Jonos rises, and slips his arm around his mother's bare waist. "Yes, I want you to personally pick out a new retinue to make up my Queen's Guard. Her safety is in your hands."
Torrene nods and then bows to Celise. "My queen, it will be my honor!" Then the Captain turns and closes the doors behind him as he leaves.
When Torrene has gone, Jonos turns and kisses his mother passionately. "I must go to work. Make yourself presentable and attend me in the Great Hall."
Celise leans her naked body against her son and returns his sloppy, warm kiss. "As you command, my king."
The king belts his scabbard on, and slides 'Vanquisher' into place. His eyes take in his mother's naked form once more as he stares lustfully, "Remember, mother. You shall be remembered through the ages as the Whore Queen. Dress appropriately."
An excited shiver ripples through the Queen's body, her nipples swelling and moist heat building between her thighs. "As you command, my son and king."
A short while later King Jonos is on his throne scowling at the splendidly dressed cleric standing before him and daring to scold. "Jonos... I was your first instructor in the ways of the gods and I know you know that this is an abomination." The cleric points to the stiffened body of the late King Janish, his face darkened in death now, grinning with the rictus of death.
"Remind me, Patriarch. Remind your King of his duties," Jonos says softly, his voice full of menace.
"Your father was king -- king for many years and deserves respect. King Janish deserves proper burial and interment in the tomb of your family -- not to be left lying on the floor like scraps for the hounds!" The old man is red-faced, truly angry at the affront to the long time ruler of the kingdom. He is flanked by two grim-faced acolytes who stare brazenly at King Jonos.
"My father was a treacherous bastard, and will not sully the crypts of the great kings of Agosta. But you are right, Patriarch Donat. We shouldn't leave his gnarled corpse lying around the Great Hall." He gestures at the Patriarch's acolytes, "Instruct your servants there to drag this carcass into the street and stand watch over it until the city's vermin have disposed of it."
The old man sputters, eyes wide. "Sheer sacrilege! This is an atrocity Jonos, and I forbid it from..."
The cleric pauses as Jonos stands up, his hand now resting on the hilt of his sword. The crowd hovering at the edges of the hall take an reflexive step back.
"Patriarch. If you refer to me as anything but your King, I will be exercising my royal right to name your successor. You forbid me nothing. As King, I am the head of the Temple of the Gods and you serve at my pleasure."
The young King and the old Patriarch stare at each other until finally the older man averts his gaze.
Jonos smiles and continues. "Have your servants drag that sorry thing into the streets... unless you prefer to see him off yourself."
The Patriarch's face flames anew. But he presses his lips together in a thin line and motions to his acolytes. The old man steps back, bowing as he does so.
The King turns his attention to two scarred soldiers standing nex to Captain Torrene in full combat dress.
"Now, Prius, here is your commission. You are now General of the Army of the Frontier," says King Jonos, extending a scroll to one of the men.
One of the soldiers steps forward, removing his helmet to reveal a battered, one-eyed visage, testament to decades of fighting. He gingerly accepts the document. "Sire, it will be my honor."
"Your instructions are specific. Assume command and march on the Swamp King's lands, but do not enter. Show strength but not disdain. Tell old N'kumu to gather all his chieftains three months hence and I shall meet with them and we will settle this war like men, not mad dogs. My father's passion for slaying the Swampers ends today. Release N'kumu's son as a sign of my good faith."
General Prius nods and replies, "My Liege, I will attend to it with pleasure."
Before the General withdraws, another man steps forward from the milling crowd, his face lean and narrow, his bearing military in nature. "My king -- if I may?"
Jonos looks his way and scowls. "Minister Larass, you have additional thoughts on this matter?"
There is a low murmur from the crowd, sensing a confrontation.
Larass smiles and nods. "Sire, I beg forgiveness, but I urge you to reconsider. There are many of your loyal subjects eager to take claim of the Swamp Lands and um, utilize the resources there for the benefit of all. Your father was pursuing our ancient claims upon those lands, and we shouldn't let those savages continue to trespass."
Jonos shakes his head, "Our claims are a sham, Minister Larass, and based on documents of dubious origins. The war has claimed too many lives, both our own and of those savages as you call them. I remind you that they were until my father and you cooked this scheme up, amongst Agosta's most faithful allies. This war ends now."
Larass bristles at the king's words, but before he can reply, the herald's voice cries out, "All hail Queen Celise!"
Another wave of murmurs echo through the court and then stop abruptly as the great doors open and Celise strides in. From habit, all save the King and the guards kneel. But everyone fails to avert their eyes -- staring with amazement at the lovely and exotic woman.
King Jonos smiles, pleased to see that his mother has taken his words to heart. Queen Celise struts proudly towards her son. Her long, black hair is pulled back into a single braid that hangs down her back to brush against her scarcely covered buttocks. Red silk scarves wrap around her waist and hips, serving as a short skirt that barely covers the dark haired treasure between her thighs, and draws attention to her bare legs. A red silk loincloth and heeled sandals are complete the rest of the Queen's minimal garments. Thin gold armbands encircle her biceps, and a gold chain swings between her breasts, attached to clamps pinched on her engorged nipples. She marches with her heavy breasts bare, firm and bouncing for all to see.
She pauses before the throne and bows to her son. "My liege." The gold chain connecting her bountiful breasts sways hypnotically as she bows forward, looking anxiously up at Jonos.
Celise is rewarded with a nod and King Jonos points to the top step of the dais between his feet. "You have outstripped my expectations, Mother. Attend me."
The Queen sighs with relief and ascends the steps. She turns and sits between her son's feet, clutching her knees together with her hands and leans her head against the inside of his right thigh. She smiles to those in attendance at court who continue to stare in shock at the lewd display.
"Outrageous!" cries out the Patriarch. "The Queen Mother should retire to a monastery, and mourn the death of King Janish. What... why are you humiliating your mother so and making her appear like a common strumpet?"
King Jonos tilts his head and responds sarcastically, "I assure you, Patriarch, my mother is not a common strumpet." He strokes the Queen's hair.
Celise turns and kisses her son's inner thigh, inhaling his musk as she notices his kilt twitch. She lowers one hand and trails her fingers around her son's ankle.
Jonos fixes the cleric with a stare. "And do not address my mother as 'Queen Mother'. She is The Queen... My Queen."
The King looks all about the room. "Let word go forth throughout the kingdom. As I claim my father's throne, I claim his wife, the Queen of Agosta. I take my mother, Celise DeKarthus, daughter of the Pharaoh Khanthus XVII, as my Wife and Queen, as was done in the ancient times. All hail Queen Celise!"
There is a moment of stunned silence, and then the King's Guard and other soldiers present shout in response, "All hail Queen Celise!" Captain Torrene spares a glance at Nasser and Prius and they step forward as one, thump their chests with closed fist and cry out, "Long live King Jonos and Queen Celise!"
There is a moment's silence and then most of the crowd repeats the cry and break out in applause, men smiling and nodding and more than one woman's face betraying thoughtful expressions.
When the uproar fades, into the quiet steps the Patriarch, his face scarlet with fury. "This is blasphemy! Incest has been banned in Agosta for centuries! I demand you free her of this barbaric claim of yours."
Queen Celise responds, "You protest for naught, Patriarch. I happily pledge my love and devotion to the king, my son. You speak too forcefully and glibly. Your Temple of the Gods has preached against family love, but there has never been a law denying my son's claim. The rest of the civilized world allows it, and is blessed by the gods for it." Celise's smile dissolves, and in a tight and dangerous voice she adds, "Dare not continue preaching opinion, less you face my wrath. I would show you real power, blessed by the gods' approval of the union of mother and son!"
Another shocked murmur spreads through the court, partly from the Queen's threat and partly because as the Queen finishes speaking, she leans her head back into her son's lap, causing his kilt to bunch at the top of his thighs. She raises one hand and reaches behind her ear, under her son's kilt, and withdraws his cock, to lay the slightly swollen shaft over her shoulder. Her fingers move back and forth, tracing the veins on her son's hot flesh.
Jones raises his hand and the Great Hall falls into silence. "There is no debate here. I have spoken. You call the old traditions barbaric, Patriarch. But if one looks out upon Atria and at your beloved temple, you would be well to remember that it was built by those barbarians that lived by the right of Son's Claim or Father's Claim. Your priests pontificate, and judge others, but how long has it been since you and your ilk could weave magic capable of building such a pyramid!"
The Patriarch trembles, his face indicating imminent apoplexy. "Jo -- King Jonos, you would bring your kingdom down in ruins. You take too much too soon!"
King Jonos smiles derisively at the cleric, even as his mother exposes his manhood and drapes it on her shoulder, swollen but not yet stiff. The display elicites whispers from those in the court and more than one awed gasp from the women in attendance.
Queen Celise turns her head and kisses the side of her son's shaft. She sticks out her tongue and begins to lick along the length of his cock, causing it to twitch. Using her fingers, she pushes the spongy head of his cock to her mouth and parts her lips to kiss and suck at the side of the head.
Jonos argues, "I will bring my kingdom back to its days of glory, old man. One can only do so if he dares great things." He grips the braid of his mother's hair and holds her head against his cock. "I am not afraid to dare and to take what is mine. Heed my mother's warning well. I decree the Right of a Son's Claim to be lawful -- as well as the Right of a Father's Claim. Let he who would oppose my will, know they risk peril." The King dismisses the priest with a wave.
Jonos spreads his thighs to allow his mother better access, pleased to see her willingness to display her love and new-found lusts publicly. She turns halfway around between his feet, leaning on one hip, allowing her to take the entire head of his cock between her lips. She moves her fingers down his shaft and cups his scrotum in one palm. Her dark eyes gaze lustfully up to her son's face as she takes more of his length into her mouth.
The King turns his attention towards Minister Larass who has stood in stunned silence since Queen Celise's entrance. Her gurgles and wet grunts mix with the vocal exchange between the King and the member of the High Council, until he suddenly holds up one hand for silence. His other clenches the arm of the throne.
"Ahh, Mother. You are truly the Queen of Whores," Jonos groans, gazing lustfully at his mother between his thighs.
Celise feels her son's shaft swell and his scrotum tighten. With her lips sealed around the head of her son's cock, his climax explodes. The King begins filling his mother's mouth with hot semen, so much that she is unable to swallow it all. Streams from the corners of her mouth dribble down her chin and drip onto her heavy breasts. When finally he is drained, Celise releases her son's wet cock from her lips and rests her head against his thigh, smiling with a mouth full of the king's seed that she savors before swallowing.
The day passes with various lesser nobles petitioning King Jonos to be heard. Many seek to retain positions held under the old King, while others protest or proclaim support for the new ruler's pronouncements.
Amid the many duties of the day, Queen Celise pleasures the King a second time, proudly sucking the her son's cock in view of the entire court. She has completely turned and is kneeling between his legs, with her head tilted back and her son's cock buried in her mouth. The taut silk loincloth concealing her womanhood is dark and damp, molding to her mound with bulges covering her swollen labia.
King Jonos mercifully grants her spoken request to pleasure herself while she sucks his cock. Celise spreads her knees wide and pulls aside the wet silk concealing her pussy. Everyone can see between her feet as she slides her wet fingers between her swollen labia, plunging her digits in and out of her pussy. Her choked squeals of orgasm momentarily draw attention away from a debate with Minister Larass on a foreign policy issue.
After further discussions and her son's second climax, Queen Celise sits sideways between Jonos's thighs, nuzzling her son's flaccid cock with her semen-coated cheeks. Rumors trickle in that Jonos's Uncle Kellas is marching with an army and wizards to avenge his brother and claim the throne.
Celise comments, "Direct confrontation is not Kellas's way, my son. Like Janish, Kellas believes that sometimes more can be accomplished by deceit and assassination than with open war. Be wary, my King."
Jonos agrees, but appoints Captain Nasser as General of the First Legion of Agosta and directs him to prepare for open war with any challenger.
It is well after dark before the new King calls an end to the day and takes his Queen by the arm, to retire to the King's chambers.
Queen Celise leans against the King's side as they walk. His hand cups her fleshy buttocks, fingers moving down the crack between her cheeks until he can slip his fingertips into her soaked cunt. The guards at the chamber doors salute, their faces impassive as they observe the Queen's dreamy expression of exquisite pleasure.
When the doors are closed behind them, Jonos takes his Celise in his arms and kisses his mother hungrily, thrusting his tongue into her mouth and sucking on her lower lip. When he pauses, he smiles and reaches up with one hand and tug gently on the chain held in place by the nipple clamps. "I'm very pleased, Mother. Your conduct today would make any whore proud."
His mother begins to reply, but falls silent as her son suddenly places fingers upon her mouth with one hand while his other pulls 'Vanquisher' from its scabbard.
Jonos cocks his head to one side as if listening to some far off noise.
Shouts of "Defend the King!" erupt from beyond the doors and Celise feels a cold shiver down her spine.
Jonos snarls, "Stay here!" He turns towards the door and then comes to an abrupt halt. He sniffs the air and spins around, raising his sword defensively. He sniffs the air again and hisses quietly, "Be alert. We are not alone!"
Celise's eyes grow wide. But she, being a daughter of Elysiis, reacts with a lifetime of training. Her fingers trace eldritch symbols in the air, creating a shimmer of energy. With another gesture she pushes outward so the shperical shimmer expands and engulfs the room.
A brutish growl fills the air as shadows are stripped away, revealing, a large figure which flings itself at mother and son in a blur of teeth, claws and furs.
"Assassin!" King Jonos curses and pushes his mother to the side, taking an off balance swing at the intruder.
He misses, and the furred beast-man slashes it's long nails across his chest, causing lines of blood to well to the surface. Jonos rolls to the side with the force of the blow, and then kneels in a crouch in front of his mother, raising his sword again. Blood trickles from the slashes scored across his chest.
From beyond the doors, guards cry out and the sharp clang of weapons crossing in battle are heard.
Inside the room, the grey-furred beast turns, snarling and drooling with a wolf-like muzzle full of teeth. Yellow eyes burn with hatred as the bipedal creature rises on two canid legs and advances toward the King and Queen.
Celise gasps, "By the Gods -- a werewolf!" Without thinking of her own safety, she steps in front of her son and makes arcane gestures.
Great gouts of flame erupt from her fingers and envelope the lycanthrope monster. The magical flames seem to lick at the creature's fur, but do not burn.
Celise shouts out in frustration. "The creature is warded. I cannot hurt him!"
"Damnation!" Jonos curses, both at the wolfish creature and at his mother's impulsive actions. "Stay behind me!"
He grabs his mother's long braid and pulls her back, saving her life as the werewolf leaps and swipes with clawed hands, intent on disemboweling her. Jonos tries to strike with his sword, but in saving his mother, he is unable to complete his swing before a powerful blow from the creature's fist sends him stumbling.
Another swing of the monster's claw tears at his face, and then the creature slams the King into the wall. His head smacks the stone wall, stunning him. Jonos collapses unconscious, and the sword, 'Vanquisher' clatters to the marble floor.
The creature throws back his head and howls in triumph before moving to close with the dazed king and finish his prey.
"NO!" screams Queen Celise.
Her mind reels as she tries to comprehend a method to stop the lycanthrope. Having used her most potent offensive spell, she knows further overt magic will not stop this beast. She climbs to her feet and acting completely out of pure instinct, plunges one hand between her legs, her fingers scooping precious fluid of her prior orgasm.
"Aramour!" she shouts, flicking her own juices toward the beast's head.
The droplets of liquid love shimmer with arcane power, and the scent of female arousal suddenly fills the room.
The werewolf turns his head toward the Queen's exclamation. A few drops of her cream splatter the werewolf's muzzle and shoulder. He turns fully now, his cruel eyes completely focused on another threat, leaving the stunned King laying on the floor..
Queen Celise stands proudly, her breasts jutting out as she tears the silks from her hips, revealing her bare loins. Her fear combines with the arcane energy of the lust spell she has cast, causing her nipples and labia to swell with need, and a sexual flush reddens her face and chest.
The werewolf's long, lascivious tongue licks droplets of the female's arousal on his muzzle. The beast snarls differently than before, and stalks toward the Queen.
With bravado in her voice that she doesn't truly feel, Celise hisses, "Come, foul beast. Killing can wait. Now is the time for rutting!" She again slides her fingers through her wet labia and holds the glistening fingers up for the monster to see.
The werewolf approaches, eight feet tall and thick-furred sinewy limbs. Celise shudders but remains still as the beast closes the distance.
His brindly pelt brushes her naked breasts, and his half-human clawed hands grab her wrists. The creature's muzzle opens, baring sharp teeth. But instead of biting her, his long tongue begins to lap at her fingers like a hound parched from the hunt.
Celise looks down to avoid the beast's cruel yellow eyes and stinking breath. She gasps as she notices the creature's penis, red and swelling as it pushes out from a furry sheath between his hind legs. A glistening, red lupine knot emphasizing the unnaturalness of the inhuman cock emerges last. One claw reaches out and flicks the gold chain hanging between her breasts, making her whimper as the tight clamps pull at her large nubs.
Celise is thrown against the King's bed, face down. "Ohh!" She cries out in fear as she feels the werewolf's weight come down upon her.
Something hot and stiff rubs the inside of her thighs and then she is pushed forward, sliding on the bed. The bed creaks as the monster climbs up behind her. Then the werewolf's foreclaws scratch her waist as it lifts her pelvis up, raising her ass high in the air until she is on her hands and knees. Then the creature pauses...
Fearing the lust charm is dissipating, or the beast's attention is beginning to waver, Celise looks over her shoulder. She wiggles her buttocks, offering the werewolf an almost universal signal of a female in heat desiring to be mounted. The pointy red cockhead brushes her sodden slit and seems to almost drink of her wet arousal. The tip of the cock presses between her slick labia, and then the beast crouches and plunges into her with an lusty snarl.
Queen Celise's body goes rigid as she feels the lycanthrope's cock thrust swiftly and deeply into her pussy. The werewolf's claws dig into the front of her hips as the beast lifts her pelvis to a properly tilt. With one claw digging into her belly, the other half-human clawed hand slides up to cup her hanging breast, nails digging deeply into the soft flesh.
As the non-human penis fills her cunt, Celise lets out a soul-rending cry. Her mind reels, in part from fear, knowing she and her son are mayhap moments from death, and part in realization that there is deep within herself something responding to this inhuman penetration. Her son's words echo in her mind, 'Ahh, Mother, you are truly the Queen of Whores,' and reverberate in her thoughts as Celise's body responds to the werewolf's carnal assault.
As the beast plunges his boned penis into her wet pussy again and again, she struggles and loses any resistance to the lewd arousal of her body. OH GODS, I AM A WHORE! I LOVE THIS, her mind screams as she pushes her ass back to meet the werewolf's thrusts.
The creature snarls and slobbers, dripping saliva onto the dusky skin of her naked back. Then his long tongue rolls over the nape of her neck, making her shiver with unnatural delight. The creature's furry belly presses against her ass, as his rear legs paw and tear the bedsheets. Celise's efforts to get more of the werewolf cock inside her spasming cunt earns an unexpected reward.
She gasps with pleasure and pain as the lupine knot presses against her quivering labia. She recalls the size of the knot and the implications it portends. The Queen leans forward now with each thrust, attempting to prevent further penetration. But the red bulb continues to smack against her wet entrance with each thrust. Then the werewolf shifts its hind legs for better leverage and the next thrust is harder. The meaty knot of cockflesh pushes into her cunt, filling her in a way she never imagined, and producing pleasure so intense that it is only a fraction away from pain.
Celise feels the orgasm ripple through her, even as it seems the lycanthrope's meat will tear her apart. The monster's nails scratch the flesh of her breasts, drawing blood. The werewolf continues humping firmly against her, but with less force now, as the meaty knot prevents any withdrawal. She feels the shallow forward thrusts mash the tapered tip of the beast's cock against her cervix. Tears flow down her face as the sensations of the meaty knot and animalistic rutting with the beast make her cum and cum and cum yet again.
A shadow crosses the over the back of the werewolf and it's human mate. Jonos's voice is harsh and angry, rasping, "By the Gods, you enjoy fucking anything?"
The werewolf yelps in surprise as a wet and meaty noise results from a fist being driven into its head. Celise screams as the beast jerks back, his claws scratching her hips and buttocks, leaving long red lines that begin to seep blood. The beast tries to pull his cock out and defend against the assault, but the thick knot remains wedged inside the human female's wet and steamy cunt.
Pain and pleasure conspire together to take the Queen's orgasm to a new level. Amidst her screams of ecstatic agony, she glances over her shoulder to watch her son take hold of the lycanthrope's head and begin to slowly twist. The monster yelps and screams in pain, it's clawed hands scrabbling at the King's arms, attempting to break the lethal assault. The beast's cries combine with her shrieks of pain and lusty pleasure.
The werewolf lets out a long, unearthly howl, full of pain, confusion and desire as its bestial intelligence struggles against survival and the urge to mate. Jonos roars with rage, muscles swelling with effort to tear the monster's head from its body while Celise sobs with pleasure, her cunt clamping tightly around the werewolf's cock. The beast struggles to get free, scampering backwards slightly, and drags the orgasming Queen with him, caught fast on his swollen knot.
Jonos grunts and stains, halting the backwards momentum and shoves forward, driving the werewolf's body against his mother. The beast's cock pushes deeper, his knot spreading Celise's inner muscles and the tip of the cock penetrates her cervix. The monster's body yields to age old mating instincts and Celise begins to moan anew as the werewolf's hot seed begans pouring into her womb, spreading like burning oil and bringing her to an orgasm that is unlike any she has ever known.
The white fire of inhuman pleasure courses through the Queen's body, bringing with it, knowledge. Celise now understands why wolves howl, and great jungle cats scream and shriek in the night. She comprehends the bellows of the great buffalo in rut, and the trumpet of the war elephants in their breeding pens. The pure and savage joy of being mounted and brought to bestial orgasm rips away Celise's humanity as she surrenders to the sheer carnal delight of being filled with the beast's semen. Her voice grows hoarse with her screams of pleasure even as the sound of snapping bones fill the air.
There is a single forlorn yelp and the lycanthrope slumps lifeless in Jonos's embrace. He drops the lifeless creature, letting it topple and fall to the floor, triggering a cry of pain and loss from his mother as her cunt yields and releases the beast's knot. Jonos's eyes are full of fire fueled by battle, his cock is erect and jutting out from beneath his kilt. He lets loose a savage scream, proclaiming victory won with his bare hands.
The King gazes down at his mother, still on her elbows and knees, thighs spread wide. Her pussy gapes and her labia quiver as her muscles flex against the vacancy of the beast's cock. Copious amounts of the monster's semen ooze from her pussy, creating a long translucent strand that begins to puddle on the bed. Red lines are raked across her hips and ass, seeping with blood.
Celise's eyes are wild with lust as she looks over her shoulder at her son. "Take me, Jonos. I beg you -- fuck your mother now!" The queen reaches down between her thighs with one hand, fingers wiggling, eager to grasp her son's cock.
King Jonos breathes heavily, his nostrils flaring as he takes in the scent of the lupine sperm and his mother's juices. Mayhap the bloodlust is upon him thanks to the thrill of battle or mayhap remnants of his mother's sex spell is still present in the room -- whatever the case might be, he snarls, tearing his kilt from his bleeding and bruised body and steps behind his mother.
"Whore Queen, you dare offer your sex to me befouled with that thing's seed!"
Celise moans, a part of her understanding his meaning and quivering with fear at displeasing the King, while another part of her aches with need, wanting the emptiness in her pussy filled. That part of her wins out and she reaches back and spreads her ass cheeks. "Fuck me, my King! Fill me with your cock and force the beastly seed out. Displace his deposit with your own!"
Jonos kneels behind Celise, his hands gripping her taut cheeks as he presses his swollen cock head against his mother's dripping hole. The lubrication of the lupine semen, and his mother's juices, and the precum oozing from his thick cock allow his shaft to penetrate his mother deeply with one thrust. His large cock fills her completely, and werewolf cum is forced from within, oozing and frothing around the union of her son's cock and his mother's pussy.
He lets out a satisfied roar, feeling his mother's hot cunt swallowing her son's cock. "AHHHHHHH!"
The air again quickly fills with Queen Celise's screams as she is split asunder, Jonos's thick cock worming its way into her soiled pussy. Pleasure sweeps through her body, rendering her almost unconscious as she slumps down, her face pressing into the furs and silks of the bed. She releases her buttocks and moves her hands above her head, clutching at the bedding. Jonos reaches out and grabs her by the hair, her braid long undone, her dark mane now tangled and wild. He yanks her back, reining in his mother while he thrusts again and again, burying his throbbing cock deep into her pussy.
Celise begs for mercy in Agostian and Ilysii, her body on fire with her son's cock buried deep in her cunt. Jonos laughs as he hauls her back, pulling her onto her knees in an upright position against his chest, to let gravity help drain her womb. His pubic hair presses against her smooth cheeks,and his free hand squeezes her heavy, mauled breast.
His fingers pinch at the clamps on her nipples, releasing them, and he tosses the gold chain on the bed. The blood returns to her sore nipples and sparks a new pain, mixed with pleasure. Her body recovers from the King's initial penetration, and she begins to respond to her son's throbbing penis, and the incestuous pleasure spreading throughout her body. Her moans escalate and her near unconscious state is replaced by a ravenous blossom of lust.
He nuzzles his mother's neck and face, bending her head back further so he can force his mouth on hers, his tongue finding and capturing hers, sucking and licking. Celise returns her son's kisses, biting and sucking as their tongues dance feverishly.
"FUCK ME, MY KING. FUCK YOUR MOTHER WITH OHHHHHH YESSSS THAT COCK!" Queen Celise croons as she again crosses into the realm of orgasmic joy. She rotates her hips, thrusting back as her son fucks her.
"Oh yes, Mother... my whore. You love cock! Like a good Whore Queen you fuck any cock offered?" Jonos is overcome with his lust, battering his mother's pussy and squeezing her breasts without mercy.
The king shoves her forward onto her hands and knees again. Without breaking a stroke, he somehow rises to his feet, never ceasing his thrusts into his mother's frothy pussy, crouching behind her like a beast in rut. He bends over her back, clinging to her body as he fucks her with almost the inhuman speed of the werewolf. Combined juices seep from their union and drip from her stuffed pussy.
Queen Celise squirms and writhes under her son, screaming until her voice is almost gone as he fucks her until she is nearly limp. Her awareness returns as Jonos stops moving, haviing thrusted deep one last time, pressing the head of his cock against her cervix. He groans and empties his heavy balls, pumping her womb full of hot semen to displace the werewolf's seed. The battered Queen shudders, her pussy convulsively around her son's cock. Another orgasm renders her voiceless -- only able to manage only a husky moan as she cums one last time.
King Jonos throws back his head and roars victoriously -- an assassin defeated, near-certain death averted, and his mother impaled on his cock. In the quiet that follows, he senses they are not alone and turns to find several of his guard and a bloodied Captain Torrene standing inside the open doors. Their faces are full of shock or awe or jealousy at the sight of the mighty warrior fucking his mother.
"Nothing like a good fight to make fucking all the better, eh, Captain?" King Jonos says, the rage in his voice gone, replaced by satisfaction and pride.
Captain Torrene smiles and nods, replying, "You are correct, King Jonos and I expect your men will follow your, um, kingly example before the dawn." He grins and gestures at his men, all of whom bear the signs of battle, spears and swords red with blood, dented and bloodstained shields and wounds still open and raw. Torrene memorizes his second image of a naked Queen Celise, this time on her knees and elbows with the King's cock sheathed completely from behind.
"When the men have had their pains tended to send them to Lynestra's, and tell her to send me the bill," Jonos orders.
Jonos grips his Queen's buttocks for leverage, and with a satisfied grunt pulls his cock free from his mother's pussy, drawing a sharp cry of pleasure and loss from Celise. Jonos reaches for her long hair and pulls her to spin around as he takes a seat on the edge of the bed, drawing his exhausted mother's face into his crotch.
"Clean your King's sword, Mother," he commands.
Celise whimpers, weary, but she eagerly begins to lick her son's semen-covered cock. She closes her eyes to focus on the thrilling taste -- her son's salty cum mixed with her musky cream and an earthy flavor of the werewolf's seed. As she licks her son clean, Jonos looks up at the Captain of the King's Guard.
"Report."
"My liege, the palace was attacked by a mixture of your uncle's personal guard and assassins hired out of the Southlands... Nedalians." There is disgust in his voice. "One of the palace wizards brought them in through a teleportal. General Nasser killed him. The fighting was fierce, but I -- we've been ready since last night. We lost eight men, but the assassins have been killed to a man -- none escaped." Torrene looks down at the human corpse at the foot of the bed. "I see you had no problem here -- who was he?"
King Jonos looks down and considers the naked dead man, transformed back to his human form and lying on his stomach, his head twisted around and staring sightlessly at the ceiling.
Queen Celise takes one last slurp of her son's shaft and looks down at the corpse. "Lycanthrope, Captain Torrene," her voice is raw from screaming. "See the pointed ears, the nails and the pentagram branded on his shoulder." She looks back up at Captain Torrene. "The Lycanthrope Guild of Nedal. Janish's brother employed their best often, both for himself and for Janish."
Celise points down at the dead creature. "There is a medallion on him. Bring it to me, Captain. Take care not to touch it with your bare hands."
Torrene uses his boot to roll the dead man over. A small medallion hangs on a choker chain around his neck. Looking around, Torrene deliberately chooses the wet red silk of Queen Celise's discarded loincloth and uses it to pick up the medallion and chain. He yanks at the chain, snapping it at the clasp. His mouth twists with distaste as if sensing the magic within.
He hands it to the Queen. "Careful, my lady," he says softly.
Celise accepts the medallion wrapped in her red silk, and examines it carefully. "A protective charm, " She studies the runes etched upon it. "And a powerful one at that. No wonder my Fireburst spell did not work."
"Who made it," asks Jonos. "One of my wizards?" He speaks with hatred in his voice. Jonos is a warrior, bred and trained to fight with sword, spear and fist, and hates the arcane arts that he doesn't understand.
Celise shakes her head, "No, my king. I recognize the craftwork. It was created by Kallas's wife, Nesharina. Like your father, he wed a magic user -- only she is Nedalian, schooled in the dark arts." She reaches out and takes her son's hand. "The attack on the palace was a feint. This beast was the true assassin and was gifted with a powerful artifact. This item is a year's hard work for a practitioner of the art and it's value is beyond the materials and time crafting it. Part of Nesharina's lifeforce is bound in this medallion."
King Jonos nods at his mother approvingly. "A deadly and costly gamble on my uncle's part. So be it." He stands, swaying slightly from the aftereffects of battle and the sex that followed. "Captain Torrene, Send word to General Nasser to march on my Uncle's holdings. My wizards are to accompany him. I want Kallas's strongholds leveled and his head on a platter within two fortnights. Announce my decree -- that any who stand with my uncle will die -- they and all of their line."
Captain Torrene nods, "The general is already gathering his forces together. Your will shall be done, my liege." He turns to leave, but pauses to consider his bloodied king and queen. "King Jonos, you and the Queen have suffered wounds. Shall I summon the healers?"
Jonos eyes widen and he looks down at his bloody chest and arms, touching the slashes on his torn face. Then he turns and gazes upon the Queen -- blood seems to cover his mother's naked body, several cuts and scratches evident. His cock stirs at the sight. Celise looks like some kind of avatar of the warrior angels, and her bloody nudity only seems to arouse him. "Aye, Captain, send the healers here."
He pauses and studies his mother more carefully as she kneels on the bed next to him. He snorts derisively as he spies mixed white and clear semen oozing from her well fucked cunt, pooling on the bed between her thighs. Summon the Queen's handmaidens as well. She is in need of cleaning after this night's adventures." He grins at his mother who stares back, blushing but unashamed.
Captain Torrene nods and signals his men to move out. As he nears the door, Jonos calls out.
"Quite a first day as King, eh, Captain?"
Torrene turns and grins at his King. "An interesting beginning, Sire. I suspect that this will actually be one of the quieter days of your reign." He exits to the sound of Jonos's riotous laughter.
An hour later, King Jonos takes a sip of wine as he watches the sun rise from the great window of his chambers. He scratches absently at his stomach, the newly healed skin over his wounds a pinkish weal contrasting with his mostly bronze skin -- harshly tanned from many days in the wilds. He marvels at the ability of the healers to mend his wounds so quickly, although he curses the damned itching that will persist for several days.
A moan from the king's bed draws his attentions away from the beauty of the sun shining on his city of Atria. Queen Celise is on her hands and knees, a position he finds pleasing. Beneath her lies a young, blonde-haired healer, scarcely eighteen. Her freckled face glistens with his mother's juices and the clear seed of the dead werewolf, but mostly with the King's white semen. She has an unusually long tongue and has been working on cleaning Queen Celise's assaulted pussy since she healed the King's wounds.
Kneeling behind the Queen is an ebony-skinned healer, her long black hair streaming down to her hips. Like the other, she has not yet seen her nineteenth birthday. She is licking at the blonde healer's face, scooping globs of the Kng's semen that is dripping from the Queen. Every so often, she pauses and moves to the foot of the bed to share a mouthful of the King's semen with his mother, who insisted it should not go to waste.
Watching them kiss rouses the King's ardor, and his plan is to wait until the last of the seed has been sucked from his mother, and follow the servants' redemptive tongue bath with a renewing and cleansing fuck from her son and king.
Meanwhile, Jonos regards his mother in a new light. That she is a whore, he has no doubt. In truth, part of the attraction to his mother is her capacity to yield to her baser desires. Even in the lust of battle as he stalked towards the werewolf as it fucked the Queen, he was awed and aroused by his mother succumbing to the carnal and bestial pleasures the inhuman creature offered. And now there was more... His doubt about her loyalty has been washed away. She had done what she had done to save his life when he was stunned and unable to rise for minutes after the blow to his head. She above all others is above reproach now. He can rely on her, trust her, and use her as he sees fit.
King Jonos now realizes that his lifelong lusty desires were borne of his mother's own sluttish ways. He makes a vow this very moment, that in times to come, the stories of the Whore Queen Celise would be many and wondrous, just as he would carve his own legend upon the world. He grins and stands, his cock now swelling and firm. Striding to the foot of the bed, he stands in front of his mother and gazes upon her great beauty, and feels his cock twitch.
Celise's face is contorted with the sweet ecstasy of the young women's loving tongues. Her lips and chin are smeared with the blonde healer's pussy nectar. Her eyes suddenly look up and she smiles, weary yet aroused by the sight of her son's long and thick cock in front of her.
"My son and king -- may I -- ummmm Gods..." Celise visibly shivers from the talented ministrations of the healers. She licks her wet lips and starts again. "My son and king. May your mother and queen please you?"
Jonos smiles, both love and cruelty on his face. "Oh yes, Mother... Yes," he replies as he guides the swollen head of his penis between his mother's open lips and onto her hot tongue. "You will please me, now and forever."
So ends this first chronicle of Jonos and his Whore Queen.
Go now and pleasure one another other in their memory.
There will be more stories to come.
Continued in Chapter 2
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