The Tyrants' Gathering - 6
A wedding.
A day wrapped in blessings—whether those blessings were genuine or empty pretense hardly mattered.
Albert, for his part, did not mind if no one blessed them at all. Simply having Beatrix at his side, clad in a pure white wedding dress, was enough to make him happy. Becoming a woman’s husband in the formal sense still left him faintly dazed. Husband in name, yet in truth something closer to a bride. A residual awkwardness lingered even now.
Now that the moment’s actually here, it feels strange.
A few days earlier, Beatrix had relayed the conversation the monarchs had shared among themselves. Wilhelmina’s outrageous demand that he show them his cock. The way every other queen had, as if under a spell, begun to press the same claim. Beatrix had been thoroughly exasperated and irritated, yet in the end she had been forced to yield. Reason had been thrown to the dogs; there was nothing else she could do. At least they had extracted national benefits rather than granting the favor for free—that was something.
Obtaining state advantage by letting them watch him have sex. When he first heard the words he had felt both ashamed and absurd, but now a peculiar anticipation was stirring inside him. What would those queens think once they saw it? Would they grow so aroused they would shove their fingers into their own cunts and finger themselves senseless?
While all manner of lewd thoughts swirled through his mind, Albert slowly began to undress. The three monarchs watched every motion through Beatrix’s eyes—thanks to the agreed-upon magic of shared vision.
“I’m sorry.”
Beatrix’s face was quite dark as she spoke the apology. At Albert’s request she still wore the wedding dress, perched on the edge of the bed. What should have been a symbol adorning a beautiful bride had been reduced to nothing more than a tool for stoking breeding lust.
Albert gave a short laugh and whispered against her ear.
“I’m fine, so don’t worry about it too much. Besides… I’m a little curious myself.”
“Curious? About what?”
“Whether the other monarchs will end up just like you—nothing more than bitches in heat—or not.”
His teeth lightly nipped her earlobe. Beatrix flushed and moaned. A shiver ran through her entire body, and sticky love juice began to trickle steadily from her sex. Feeling her pure white undergarments grow wet, she lowered Albert’s trousers with careful hands—almost as if she were lifting a bridal veil.
“Nngh…!”
The cock that sprang free from his pants bounced upward and lightly struck her chin. The shaft now filling her vision. Clear fluid—pre-cum—began to ooze thickly from the slit. Proof that Albert was every bit as aroused as she was.
“Foreplay… isn’t necessary, is it?”
“I’m fine. What about you, Beatrix?”
“Same here.”
That settled it. Albert climbed onto the bed and lay back with his legs spread; Beatrix slowly crawled up after him. She stopped between his thighs.
“Bee…”
She stretched out her tongue and licked the balls hanging beneath his cock. Every wrinkle, with painstaking care—as though praying that they would produce even more, even thicker seed. When the pre-cum that had been leaking from his urethra ran down the shaft and reached his balls, Beatrix’s tongue climbed the pillar of flesh. She licked up every last drop of the fluid and carefully coated him with her own saliva.
There. Done.
Beatrix rose slowly, gazing at the cock glistening with spit. Satisfaction showed on her face. Her cheeks were flushed; her eyes burned with desperate hunger. It was time to feed the greedy cunt that was already drooling for her mate’s cock.
The noble bitch exhaled rough breaths through her nose as she slowly lowered her hips.
Schlick.
The wet sounds grew louder the deeper the massive cock split her vaginal flesh. When she finally swallowed him to the root, her red lips parted slightly. The clear outline of his shaft stood out against her lower belly. She closed her legs, rested her hands on Albert’s pelvis, and began to roll her hips—up and down. She brought her large ass down in slow, heavy impacts.
“Haaah…!”
Every time her buttocks smacked against his thighs, the cock writhing inside crushed against her cervix. Her thoroughly soaked skin deformed obscenely; sweat and love juice sprayed in every direction. Moans escaped Beatrix’s lips of their own accord. Constant stimulation had turned that spot into her most vulnerable, most sexual weak point. Her womb was no different. Once a precious place meant for nurturing a child—now…
“Haaahn! Just a little… a little more…!”
Even as she moaned in pleasure, Beatrix kept swinging her hips. Far from slowing, she only grew faster—chasing the sparkling, intense climax that hovered just ahead of her eyes, milking the rock-hard cock so it would fill her belly with seed.
I want to be full…! Hurry… hurry…!
She wanted her belly heavy with cum. Swollen large, as though she were already carrying a child—just like always. Thrashing her hips without thought, Beatrix was no longer a queen. She was simply a bitch who wanted to take seed and become pregnant.
“Ugh…!”
At last Albert groaned and began to spill. They had both been far too worked up, and the way she clamped down and ground her hips had brought his orgasm rushing up almost at once. The fact that she hadn’t merely rolled her hips but had slammed her ass down like a wild animal only made it more stimulating.
“Haaahn… cum… it’s so warm…”
Beatrix closed her eyes and trembled from head to toe. She smiled as she felt the warmth of the semen filling her womb. Her fingers gently stroked the lower belly that now bulged outward. Albert savored the pleasure and comfort of climax, then slowly sat up. Even though he had simply been lying there, he was drenched in sweat and breathing hard—the result of struggling to keep his center beneath Beatrix as she bucked like a mare in heat.
Facing her in a seated position, he brushed the hair stuck to her cheek and said,
“Lie back for me.”
“Haa… haa…”
Beatrix panted as she slowly pulled her body away. Her vaginal walls clung stubbornly to his cock as if unwilling to let go.
“Aaahn!”
The moment the shaft that had been buried deep inside her was withdrawn, a heavy moan spilled from her red lips. Cum gushed from her sex and soiled the sheets. Even so, Beatrix slowly turned around, dropped onto all fours, and presented her ass. That large, sweat-glossed backside. Between its cheeks, the cunt that steadily leaked a mixture of semen and love juice. Albert’s cock twitched, openly displaying its desire to breed again—despite how many times he had already sown his seed.
He moved toward the ass that swayed as if begging to be filled once more, and—
“Haaahn…!”
—smacked it hard enough to produce a sharp, wet crack. The handprint stood out clearly on flesh that still quivered, looking for all the world as if it were begging to be struck again.
“Lower your waist.”
“Y-yes…”
The queen obeyed her mate’s command and slowly sank her hips—while keeping her ass raised high. On this bed Albert was king and Beatrix was the slave. The pose made that truth feel newly vivid. Still prone, Beatrix turned her head slightly. Eyes that looked almost pained fixed on him.
“Eat me… deliciously.”
The shy whisper made Albert’s hands clamp hard onto her large ass. Sweat droplets flew up like juice. Schlick. The moment he pressed the head against her, the cunt opened and closed greedily as if greeting him.
“Aaahn…!”
The instant his cock plunged into the thoroughly soaked flesh, a moan of pure rapture rang through the bedchamber. Clear fluid sprayed violently; her large buttocks trembled.
“It feels good today too.”
“Me too… I like it too…!”
Albert drove his hips hard; Beatrix drooled in sheer delight. She looked so thoroughly disordered it was hard to believe this was the same queen who usually wore such a blank expression. Thwack! Every time his hips slammed into her big ass it sounded like an axe splitting wood, and her moans grew steadily more vulgar. Albert’s breathing roughened as well, yet he showed no sign of stopping.
Whoa…!
His gaze locked onto Beatrix’s upper body—specifically the side-boobs squashed out sideways against the mattress. Looking at those breasts crushed flat against the bed made his eyes go bloodshot with lust. He wanted them. He wanted to squeeze them dry. Yielding to animal instinct, he paused his hips for a moment and slowly rose. Covering her back with his body, he released the ass he had been gripping and reached forward.
“Albe—hyuut?!”
Why had he stopped? The moment Beatrix began to turn her head to ask, his hands slid underneath and seized the breasts flattened against the sheets.
“Mine… these are mine too.”
He had lost so much reason that he even forgot to use polite speech. No matter that he was the queen’s consort, the words were extremely rude. Yet Beatrix only grew happier watching him. Her hazy eyes sparkled for a moment.
Thank goodness.
The fear that he might grow tired of her vanished, replaced by happiness and pride. Albert’s weight on top of her should have been heavy, but Beatrix’s strong body supported him with ease—even though her legs were shaking and her hips felt ready to give out from the intense pleasure.
“Huu…!”
The male mounted on the female began slamming his hips again with wet, meaty impacts.
“Ock… ock… I can’t… I can’t take it…!”
Albert’s cock stimulated every part of her vagina no matter the angle. But taking him doggy-style multiplied the pleasure many times over. Pleasure already fierce enough to set her brain on fire. Forgetting entirely that the other monarchs were watching, Beatrix buried her face in the sheets. The stimulation was so strong it bordered on pain.
“Huuuk… huuuk…!”
Albert had long since let go of the reins of reason. He simply scraped along the vaginal walls that clenched him so tightly and pounded her cervix as if he meant to smash it. It might have been his imagination, but the heavily stimulated entrance to her womb seemed to open its mouth a little.
“Save me… I’m being saved…”
While Beatrix whimpered in a broken, babyish voice, Albert finally reached his limit as well. He crushed her ass with his hips and squeezed her heavy breasts hard. At the same moment the cock, urged past endurance, began pumping semen straight into her cervix—like a man finally releasing a long-held piss. Beatrix too let out a bestial moan and clenched her lower belly tight, trying to wring out every last drop.
“Haa, haa…”
Albert lay collapsed against her back, breathing hard.
“Nngh… I love it… I love you…”
Only after long moans did a human voice finally emerge from Beatrix’s lips. Still face-down, she whispered loyalty and love to both Albert and his cock.
“Haaahn…! Still… not enough?”
When the cock twitched inside her swollen belly, Beatrix shot him a sidelong glance over her shoulder. Even while whining, she was already preparing to milk more sperm.
“Yes. Of course. We’re going until morning again today.”
“Nngh… good. Until morning… and in the bathroom too. It’s our wedding night, so no one will interrupt… hyuut!”
They forgot the watching monarchs entirely as they continued to mix their flesh and whisper love. Love juice, semen, and even piss soaked the bed until it was thoroughly ruined. Then, as dawn began to break, they slipped into the bathroom for a while to wash their filthy bodies. Outside, the maids who had been quietly relieving themselves slipped in and hastily changed the soiled sheets.
“I love you… I love you…”
“I love you too.”
Even while washing, the man and woman stayed joined and murmured affection. When they left the bathroom Albert walked while holding her in his arms—the so-called Deulbak position. Completely unaware that the bed had been remade clean, they began mixing their bodies again, craving more intimacy.
By the time the morning they had promised finally arrived, Albert was sitting atop Beatrix’s head, trampling her breasts with both feet. Every time his toes pressed hard into her nipples, the thoroughly sweat-soaked female body jerked and spasmed.
“Heeek… heeek…”
Beatrix lay crushed under his ass, panting like a dog with her tongue lolling out. In that state she used her tongue to lift the heavy cock resting on her face or licked the thick, vital shaft, delighting in it. Her lower belly was still grossly swollen, as if she were already pregnant.
Gush!
From the tightly closed sex that had been sealed shut, a cocktail of mixed love juice and semen suddenly poured out.
Perhaps because they had watched every second of it, the monarchs’ own lower halves were completely soaked as well. Every one of them was breathing heavily, lost in bestial masturbation of their own.