Did You Think You'd Fucked Me? - 5
"C-cum…! Hurry—hurry and cum…!"
The wet slap of flesh on flesh filled the air, every impact stoking the heat already burning through them. Wilhelmina wore a rough, wild smile as she slammed her hips down again and again. She had Albert's ankles locked in her grip, folding his legs back as she swallowed his massive cock to the root—the so-called reverse mating press.
"Haaah…!"
When his seed surged up into her, Wilhelmina moaned as if she were tasting heaven. This was the load she had wrung out of him after flipping the man who had meant to pin her—and that made it all the sweeter.
I'm still hungry.
Even with her womb stuffed so greedily it felt ready to burst, the hollow ache refused to leave her. Cheeks flushed, Wilhelmina kept Albert crushed beneath her and worked to milk him for more. Maria and Kristia had drained him like this over and over until they fainted. So she had every right to do the same.
Greed glittered in Wilhelmina's eyes—
"Wha…?"
—and then Albert's hand seized her. Eyes blazing, breath harsh, he threw her over. Her body lifted and rolled; in the next heartbeat he was the one on top of her.
The sudden reversal blanked Wilhelmina's mind white. Albert did not waste the opening. He caught both her ankles and shoved them back hard. Her hips tilted up off the sheets, her cum-slick folds parting toward the ceiling as seed leaked out in thick pulses.
Thud. He laid that enormous cock across her entrance, and the light snapped back into Wilhelmina's eyes. Her frozen thoughts started turning again.
The same pose she had forced on him—and now the male was flaunting his cock at her as if to rub it in. A strange humiliation pinched her brow. It lasted only a moment.
The shaft that had been rubbing over her folds drove into her in a single thrust—and whatever pride she had left shattered into a raw scream.
"Haaang… aaahhn!"
As if to show her what a real mating press looked like, Albert slammed his hips down harder than usual. With both legs stretched out, he almost seemed to be leaning into her. Thud. Thud! Dull, axe-on-wood impacts rang through the bedroom. Every time his pelvis crashed against her, that full, beautifully shaped ass jiggled and flattened. A cock that already reached the deepest places felt as if it were driving deeper still. If her cervix could have opened, he would have punched straight through into the womb itself.
"Huff—huff…!"
Breath tearing out of him, eyes bloodshot—then those pale, heavy breasts snared his gaze. Slick with sweat, bouncing hard under the force of his thrusts. Albert opened his mouth wide and stretched forward, following the pure instinct to fill his mouth with that ripe fruit.
"Hooook…!"
The instant he sank his teeth into one of the female's thick breasts, a beastlike moan ripped from Wilhelmina's lips. His teeth left deep marks around her areola; his tongue flicked the stiffened nipple and sometimes stabbed at its tip. All the while his hips kept working without pause, wringing cry after cry out of her.
Even in a world where females sit astride the males—I'm different. Even if I'm pinned at first, I'll always end up crushing the female underneath me.
Overwhelmed by the superior male's stamina and body, Wilhelmina gave up resisting.
"Ook… ooohk… c-cum… cum in meee…"
Give up? No—she welcomed it, eagerly opening herself to his lust. Her sadistic leanings were tipping over into masochism. Exactly as it had been with Beatrix.
"Ook… nngooohk……"
At the end of that brutal mating, when his cock finally spat its load, Wilhelmina clawed at her own throat in pure delight. Fresh seed shoved against the cum already pooled in her womb, but the older load refused to yield. Thick as jelly to begin with, it only swelled the total volume. The pressure on her belly should have hurt—yet nothing but bliss showed on Wilhelmina's face.
Finally… I can think again.
Only after unloading for the seventh time did Albert claw back enough clarity to form a thought. He let his grip slide from her ankles down to her ass, palms settling over the sweat-slick curves. The way that damp flesh clung to his hands felt obscenely good.
"Aaaahn…!"
Hands still on her ass, he pulled his hips back as if shoving off a wall. A disappointed moan slipped from Wilhelmina's lips. The moment that deeply buried cock slid free, the seed packed inside her came surging out in a rush.
Albert slowly released her; the legs that had been folded up flopped limp onto the bed. Rough breathing tore out of him—pounding her that hard had taken its toll.
Maybe Wilhelmina's half-conscious screams had simply been too loud. The two women who had passed out from too much climax slowly crawled back across the mattress. The sight of those heavy breasts swaying as they hung loose sent blood surging straight into his cock. The half-soft shaft stiffened again at once, veins standing out in sharp relief.
God, I want to bury it in them right now.
Instinct screamed to knock the females down and take them. Just the desperate way their eyes locked onto his cock was enough to set him on fire.
Still. I have to hold back.
In the end he would fill every one of these queens' wombs with the cock and cum they were begging for. But first there was something he needed to do.
Albert sat on the edge of the bed and casually wrapped his fingers around the root of his cock. Then, nice and obvious, he tapped the tip of the glans against the sheets.
"Come here."
Gulp.
Kristia and Maria. Both women wore dazed expressions as they obediently crawled toward his cock. This was exactly what they had been longing for—there was no reason to refuse. And no desire to.
Between their swaying asses, their bare folds were fully on display, beads of cum dripping out in slow drops.
"Hold on."
Just as the females drew close enough to open their mouths wide for his cock, Albert's voice stopped them cold.
"Why?"
Maria tilted her head, puzzled. Her posture was demure, but the impatience rolling off her was obvious. You could hear it in her voice alone—she was aching for that cock.
Kristia was no different. With a cock that delicious right in front of her, she couldn't even touch her tongue to it because of its owner's word.
"You want to eat this?"
Albert showed off his cock with a wicked little smile, and both women nodded so hard it looked frantic.
"I want it. Please? Hurry… hurry and give it to me."
"Yes. I want it so badly I could lose my mind. So let me have it."
One more second. One more drop. The same hunger had swallowed them both whole. Womb and mouth—they made no attempt to hide how desperately they wanted to fill both with cum.
Albert believed that hunger held the answer he needed, so he made them wait a little longer.
"Then there has to be a price. You forced yourselves on Beatrix's husband, after all."
In truth it had only started that way. Most of the time since, they had been the ones pinned under him, screaming. But two women whose eyes had rolled back for cock had no room left to quibble over details. And they really had started it, so there was that too.
"A price…? What kind of price? Tell us anything. I'll give you anything."
"I-I feel the same. Just name your terms. As long as I can taste that cock—only that cock…"
Words they would never normally utter—words they should never utter—spilled out without hesitation. A monarch's promise weighed heavier than anyone else's. And still they flung those promises around like blank checks, all for Albert's cock.
True tyrants might have simply overpowered him before he finished speaking. That was how they had mounted him in the first place. But the situation now was different—radically different. They had dropped to their knees because they could not defeat Albert's tireless cock. They were deeply addicted to the thick seed that stuffed their wombs full and scrambled their heads with its heavy scent.
Albert, on the other hand, had spent plenty of time sampling Beatrix's body. He still had room to breathe. They needed him desperately. He did not need them the same way. So of course the initiative ended up in his hands.
It might feel filthy—but it's still better than being the one jerked around.
If only to protect himself, Albert decided he would use the leverage he held.
"Then accept every condition I put forward. Do that, and I'll fuck you senseless until you pass out."
"Hurry—hurry and say it."
When Maria pressed him, Albert stopped dragging it out and spoke.
"First condition. All of you become my cock-sleeves."
Once bodies had been shared like this, there was no clean way out. Pretending nothing had happened was impossible—the tyrants' obsession ran far too deep. That was the conclusion he had reached with a cooled head, looking around and thinking it through. And the conclusion was exactly right.
"Cock-sleeves… you say?"
Cock-sleeve. Even without an explanation the meaning was obvious—and it was vulgar beyond belief. Kristia's face flushed at the crudeness, but there was no disgust in it.
"Yes. You don't fuck me. I fuck you. Whenever I want, you present your asses and take my cock with a smile."
And if they begged, he still might not give it to them—and they were not allowed to pester him for it. Harsh conditions by any measure—
"Very well. I accept."
"Me too. Is that all?"
—but they had lost their minds over Albert's thick cock, and they nodded without a second glance back.
"Second. Keep dealing with each other the way you have been—no open hostility. And the moment Beatrix wakes up, you drop to your knees and apologize. Make it clear that all of this was your fault."
I may have lost my head and rolled my hips, but it wasn't my will. A slick way of shifting the blame—though it wasn't entirely wrong either. The fact that they had fed him an aphrodisiac hadn't gone anywhere. The two women… no, all three, knowing that, simply nodded.
Albert smiled as he glanced at Wilhelmina, who had quietly edged back into the circle.
"From this moment on, every one of you is my cock-sleeve. Day to day you can treat me as before—but when I want you…"
"I'll do my duty as a cock-sleeve! That enough?!"
When Albert let the sentence trail off, Wilhelmina cut in, voice sharp with urgency. Sharp monarch that she was, she had already read the flow of the conversation.
"Yes. That's enough. And a cock-sleeve's duty is… obeying whatever I tell you, without complaint. Simple, right?"
A man holding the reins instead of the women. The order was hardly difficult, so all three nodded at once. Albert watched them with open satisfaction, then tapped the tip of his cock against the bed again.
"Then from now on, do exactly as I say. One at a time—kneel in front of me and bow down. Who wants to go first?"
He was forcing them into the kind of humiliating posture usually reserved for oaths of fealty. And still the three monarchs competed with their eyes over who would get to go first.
"I shall go first."
In the end Kristia stepped forward and opened the way. Maria and Wilhelmina glared daggers at Kristia's ass, clearly annoyed. All of them still had clothes on—but only she had her lower half completely bare. She had been wearing trousers, not a dress with a convenient slit.
Kristia obediently prostrated herself before his cock as if in full court bow, and Albert spoke.
"Lift your head. Kiss the head of my cock."
The way one kissed the tip of a shoe to show loyalty and surrender—kiss the glans. Kristia raised her head the instant she heard the humiliating order. Cheeks burning, she brought her lips to the tip of his cock as if she had been waiting for nothing else.
"I swear my deep and lasting fealty to you."
Smack—the kiss lingered long and wet. Loyalty and affection poured out of her in both gesture and voice.
When Kristia withdrew, Maria knelt before his cock next. Just as carefully, just as tenderly, she pressed her lips to the glans.
"I love you. You, and your cock."
The Queen of the West offered submission. The Queen of the North offered affection.
"I'll swear my loyalty through love. I love you…"
Last to kneel, the Queen of the South spoke both vows in a single breath.
And with that, Albert had received oaths of fealty from all four queens. Subdue every last one of them and, in practice, you could hold the entire continent in your hand. Any other man in his place would surely have done exactly that.
Albert, though, felt not the slightest scrap of that ambition. He had no desire to expand political influence, no hunger to grip and shake power. All he wanted—badly enough to ache—was to fuck these luscious females at the same time.
Albert growled the next order low in his throat.
"All three of you. Get on your hands and knees and show me your asses."
I'm going to fuck you like dogs.
How could they refuse the first command their dominant male had given them? Eyes shining, the three women scrambled into position. They pushed their sweat-slick, even more tempting asses back toward him and swayed them, begging without words for his cock to drive in.
Three females stoking the urge to breed—and the bloodshot haze rose in Albert's eyes all over again.