The New World
Copyright© 2024 by Dark Apostle
Chapter 53: Meeting with the King
Fan Fiction Sex Story: Chapter 53: Meeting with the King - The story follows James Smith, a man who dies and finds himself in a surreal afterlife courtroom, where his life is judged as "zero sum"—neither good nor evil, just utterly average. Dissatisfied with being consigned to eternal mediocrity, he manipulates the cosmic bureaucracy into granting him a second chance in a new world, where he is reincarnated as a child with his memories intact and perks... - edited by my lovely Steven.
Caution: This Fan Fiction Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Ma/ft Mult Coercion NonConsensual Reluctant Slavery Lesbian BiSexual Heterosexual Fan Fiction Farming High Fantasy Rags To Riches Restart Alternate History DoOver Extra Sensory Perception Body Swap Furry Magic Incest Mother Sister Politics Royalty Violence
“Mage Aaron, how are you?” James asked.
“Let’s find a quiet spot so we can talk,” Aaron said.
James turned to the girls. “I will see you later. Duty calls.”
After they left, Aaron and James sat at the table. A server rushed over with food and water.
“Leave the room now, and lock the door,” Aaron commanded.
In the quiet room, James sat calmly, waiting for Aaron to reveal why he had arranged this meeting. The weight of uncertainty pressed upon him like an invisible mantle, the air thick with the scent of polished wood and distant kitchen aromas.
“I talked to Linwood. He tells me you want to run off to the boonies and hide in that little provincial capital. I find that unacceptable.”
“Why? I am an odd duck. I have minimal training, no position in the court or the Mage Council. Yet I have been pulled into two conflicts. I barely survived either one,” James protested.
Aaron slammed his hand on the table. “You keep complaining that you are poorly trained. Stay in the capital, and you will receive all the training you could desire. In that remote city, you will not.”
“I never planned on being a battlemage. I started several businesses and planted roots in the city. Besides, Linwood agreed with me.”
“Linwood is a politician first and, worse, he is greedy. I would not be shocked if you bribed him to support you. He never takes the long view or thinks about what is best for the kingdom.”
“I told him that I thought having a battlemage in that part of the kingdom made sense. If there is a problem, it could be months before the capital is notified and a decision is made to send help. The distance requires weeks of travel. If I am there, then I can react in hours or days. Just like the situation with Moratan. If I had not been there, Lord Mallow would have been caught between a rock and a hard place.”
“That is a valid point. But I believe that if you are properly trained, you would be of more value to the kingdom and less of a risk to yourself. You said that you barely survived. With training, you could prevail. Isekai is a dangerous place, and you are fortunate that you have abilities that 99% of the population does not.”
“Is there room for compromise? I would love to receive more training, but I still believe my presence at Castletown is of benefit to everyone.”
“There is some merit in your observations. I will need to consider this for a couple of days,” Aaron admitted.
“That is all I can ask. I truly understand the advantages of staying in the capital, but I still want to return to Castletown.”
After Aaron left, James sat in the empty room and silently fumed. He was at a fork in the road: stay at the capital and train to be a battlemage, or return to Castletown, with marriage and the comfort of a known routine. The decision felt labyrinthine, a complex maze of obligations and desires that twisted through his thoughts without clear resolution.
‘If I stay for training, I might then wait for decades before needing to use the skills. At Castletown, I would be the sole trained battlemage. There should be many more opportunities to use the skills.’
‘But it is out of my hands now. I am committed to the king’s whims.’
Finally, he sighed and stood. It was time to look for the girls. The perspicacious insight from Aaron lingered, forcing James to confront the precarious balance between personal ambition and royal duty.
That night, he lay in bed with a girl on each side. It had been a strange day. They tried to cheer him up, but the conversation with Aaron kept popping into his mind. Ariel noticed his pensive look and spent the afternoon trying to distract him with her quintessential charm and playful energy.
When they went to the Royal Museum, Ariel kept falling out of her top every time they entered an empty room. On Earth, he was never a fan of museums. They always felt stuffy to him—but add in boobs and the stuffiness was replaced by stiffness. Susan offered to stand guard for them while they took it to the next level, and by the second hour, he accepted. A blowjob from a half-naked woman in front of a dead king’s statue was just the ticket. The ancient artifacts around them seemed almost ephemeral under the heat of their clandestine passion, their presence adding an illicit thrill to the hallowed halls.
Then the girls switched. Susan started telling him all the things she would do in the museum’s cloakroom before they left. Every room they entered, Ariel would explain the significance, and Susan would promise his sexual satisfaction. When they reached the end of the tour, James broke out laughing. The girls looked at him in puzzlement. James pointed to the exit. “There is no gift shop. I thought every museum had a gift shop so the visitors could purchase a souvenir.”
“This is the Royal Museum, and we are supposed to be respectful. Selling trinkets would be beneath the dignity of the royal family,” Ariel scolded him. “Take him to the cloakroom now, Susan. I will watch the door.” Still laughing, James allowed himself to be led to the cloakroom. The weight of the day’s tensions melted away in their enthusiastic embrace, each touch a soothing balm against his inner turmoil.
Susan took down several of the cloaks from the pegs and created a makeshift bed. She quickly stripped James and then herself. “We need to hurry. So concentrate only on yourself, and you can take care of me later,” she said.
She laid James on the cloaks and then mounted him. Whispering into his ear as she raised and lowered herself, “If you can come right away, we will bring Yvonne tonight. She has huge breasts and you can come in between them. Ariel and I will lick your come off her breasts and share it with her. Then the three of us will do anything you ask.”
By the end of the tour, he was a fan of museums and was looking forward to meeting Yvonne that night. “I have been to other museums, but the docents were not as helpful,” he noted. “Where should we go for lunch?”
That night, Susan stripped him and had him sit on the bed. Ariel opened the door and a naked Yvonne entered. Or rather, her boobs entered, followed by her body. She had to be a GG and they dominated her figure, even though she was tall and had a mane of black hair that hung down to her waist. Obviously, the castle recruited the best-looking women for this task. Her mellifluous voice carried a seductive cadence that promised unforgettable delights.
In a sultry voice, Yvonne asked, “Are you ready for me?”
Susan broke the mood by laughing. “He has been ready since the moment I mentioned coming on your boobs.”
“Well then, let’s see if the reality is better than your thoughts.”
Yvonne walked over to James, bent down, and kissed him. After several minutes, she stood and offered her breasts. James spent time kissing and licking her superb tits. Then they switched positions and he pressed his cock between her breasts. Every time he pushed up, she would lick the head as it appeared. Susan and Ariel were running their naked bodies over him, pressing their breasts into his back and caressing his arms. It was too much, and he soon exploded, covering Yvonne’s tits with his cum. The intensity of the moment left him breathless, waves of pleasure cascading through his body in the opulent confines of the royal chambers.
As soon as he stepped back, the girls moved in and started to clean Yvonne’s tits. When they finished, she leaned forward and sucked James clean.
“Was that better than your thoughts?” Susan teased.
“Definitely,” James answered.
“Next thing is to have you screw me and then we can work on your fantasies,” Yvonne said as she lay on the bed, spreading her long legs and opening herself up with her fingers.
The next morning, James dragged himself to breakfast. ‘And I thought the wheel was tough.’ It did not help that all three girls were merrily chatting amongst themselves, their energy unaffected by last night’s romp. Their laughter echoed like a soothing melody, contrasting sharply with the gravity of his impending audience with the king.
When they entered the room, Aaron was there. “We will see you later, James,” Susan commented as she pushed him into the room and then closed the door.
“I see you are taking advantage of the opportunities that the capital offers,” Aaron said wryly.
“I am trying to keep an open mind.”
“You are meeting King Destinea tomorrow. I recommend a different routine for tonight. Maybe cut back to only one?” Aaron suggested.
James sat at the table and waited until the steward delivered his food and then left the room. “What has been decided?” he asked.
“The king, in his infinite wisdom, has reached out to Linwood and me for our opinions. We have both recommended that you be stationed at Castletown as a member of the kingdom’s military. You will be paid by the crown and will protect the province. In the event of a renewed confrontation with the East, you are subject to being recalled to the Capital or directly to the conflict.”
Hearing this, James perked up. “That is wonderful news. Why did you change your mind?”
“Your arguments have merit. An Eastern battlemage running unopposed in a province was a shock. Moratan’s plan could have removed several important provinces at a critical time, with the plan to attack us. Had you not been present, their plan would have been well underway before we had the first inclinking. The effort to intercede at that point would have drained desperately needed resources from the defense of landing.”
“How long will I serve?”
“Until you die. This is not a job, it is a career,” Aaron said, laughing.
“Thank you,” James said. “Out of completeness, what happens if I reject the King’s offer?”
“You would be considered a rogue battlemage and subject to arrest. I recommend not going down that road.”
“Oh, agreed. But I needed to know.”
“I need your approval so I can confirm the schedule.”
“You have my absolute approval!” James said. He stood and clasped hands with Aaron. “Is there any special clothing I need?”
“Your women already know. I assumed that you would accept, and Buron is telling them now. Now finish your meal. After the king has met with you, we will discuss how to train you while you are at Castletown.”
“Are there any unwritten rules I should know about to thank the castle staff?”
“I saw Susan’s bracelet. You are gifting the women sharing your bed. That is appropriate and smart. If they are happy, then they are also enthusiastic. Not that I would know—I am happily married.”
“And I will soon be married,” James added. “What should I expect tomorrow? I know nothing about court etiquette.”
“Ariel will instruct you. She has been to the court many times while accompanying her Church’s priest.”
The men discussed the work on the landing garrison and plans for the next few years. The dragon had not reappeared, and Aaron released the observers to return to their normal lives. So all was quiet on the eastern front. James absorbed every detail, his mind racing with strategic possibilities for fortifying Castletown against future threats.
When they left the room, Buron was waiting for them. “Let me take you to the women,” Buron said.
Sitting at a table drinking wine, the women stood when James appeared. “Thank you for last night. I have other duties and cannot accompany you,” Yvonne said.
“No, thank you. It was a memorable night,” James replied.
“We need to hurry. The tailor will need time to adjust your clothes,” Susan noted.
While they walked, Ariel described the layout of the throne room and the required rituals. “And I need to follow all of these?” he asked.
“Yes, you are a commoner. If things proceed as I expect, then you will be the lowest level of a noble. The king may knight you. Really, the king’s power is limited only by the gods. But his advisors do weigh in with their opinions.”
The tailor immediately stood and took control. “Stand here so I can measure you,” he commanded. “You need to remove your boots and outer clothes. Would you like me to have these women step outside for modesty?”
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