Chapter 3: The New Queen’s Forbidden Pleasures

Gwendolyn was awash in feelings of comfort and happiness. It had been too long since she had felt such a thing. Even living back in Ragnanival as a princess, she was still a warrior in service of Odin, and much weighed on her mind back then. Living in exile, she was still granted a castle to stay in, and enjoyed all the luxuries of royalty. And even then, she still had a cause to fight for.

But as she roused from her slumber, none of that could begin to bother her. It was like all of it had been burned away in a single moment, leaving nothing of her old self behind. It would be improper it didn’t bother her, more that it couldn’t. The only thing she was aware of, her naked body in an ocean of sheets and blankets, was a bliss she had never felt before in her entire life.

As she came to, she was puzzled at her surroundings. She rose up to get a better look at it. It was the interior of a palace and that was strange enough after her exile, but it was a palace she had never seen before. It was so orange that it might as well have been gold, and everything was finely furnished too, urns of the highest quality with elaborate designs that held blue roses, curtains that shimmered over glass doorways that led outside to what undoubtedly a balcony where a fine warm air blew in, and there were the most beautiful paintings too. Paintings of a silver haired beauty, some merely of her face in profile, and others of her naked, holding only a spear to keep her modesty.

Paintings of her.

Gwendolyn quickly remembered everything that had happened. After her first bout of hot sex with Onyx, the both of them had to take a breather. Her naked body lying on the rocky surface of Volkenon, she barely registered any discomfort, the only thing she could feel was a euphoria that had blasted away all of her concerns. As she was staring up at Volkenon’s dark sky, she saw Onyx standing above her, naked, his stiff penis hanging out and slathered in mix of his thick spooge and her wet pussy juices.

“Come my queen. Clean me off.”

It took her awhile to rise up because that’s how exhausted she was. But determined to please her new husband, she stood up on her knees. Closing her eyes, she took the end of his phallus into his mouth and began nursing the tip with his mouth.

The lewd taste was unlike anything else she had ever tasted. Even after eating pussy for the first time and already having gotten a taste of his cock, she was unprepared for the mix of his jizz and her own nectar. But just as she began to think on the strange flavor, she closed her eyes and nursed the end of it with her mouth, sucking on it tenderly like a small animal nibbling on fruit.

It wasn’t long before she went further. Slowly taking the rest of the cockhead into her mouth, she would move her head around to make it more comfortable for her. She wasn’t ready to full go down on his whole prick nor did she, but that was fine for Onyx. After all that sex, his member was very sensitive and he was feeling it most of all in the end of his prick. It wasn’t long before he was fully hard again.

And he was feeling it. As soon as his member was at full extension, he sucked in his breath and grit his teeth, another nut fast approaching. Just as Gwendolyn was ready to go further, he blew another load straight into her mouth. She jumped up a bit, but didn’t take her mouth off his penis, instead swallowing every drop of jizz that landed inside her. Once he was finished, she moved her head back, his penis falling out of her mouth. She closed her eyes, a small stream of jizz oozing down her lips.

Before he could command her again, she let her tongue out and licked all over his dick. Onyx groaned in satisfaction as she worshipped his prick with her mouth, cleaning up every bit of slime on his shaft. Once his genitals were spotless, she still sat there on her knees, staring at it.

Leaning forward, he cupped her face and she looked up at him. She saw him staring down at her, alongside the other two Vulcans. They all smiled at her like devils.

“It is time for us to retire this night,” he said. “A queen deserves her privacy, don’t you think?”

She stood up on her own. A wild giddiness filled her up, the two Vulcans were touching all over her, grabbing her ass and kissing and licking all over her face and her body, taunting her about how much better she tasted with Onyx’s cum fresh in her mouth, as the three of them followed him. She didn’t know how long the walk was, her memory was scant, all she remembered was that it was too long, that’s how bad the heat in her body was, and she would have had a threesome with the Vulcans right then and there if not for her king beckoning her.

Then she was in a bed with all three of them. She felt her braids being undone, felt all of them touching and playing with her hair, laughing as if she was a thing rather than a person and she did nothing to fight it. The two Vulcans touched and licked her naked flesh as they pleased, she sucked their tits and ate their cunts at the same time Onyx himself was drilling her pussy over and over again to his heart’s content. At first her memories were a haze but she soon remembered every bit of it. It was long and at the time all she could think was that it was all too good and when she fell asleep, she did it with a song in her heart.

That only left her in the present. The wonders of her current surroundings did not look the same. Namely the bed. She noticed the blankets were a mess, and saw that they barely covered her nakedness at all. Embarrassed, she covered up her breasts with her hands in a reflexive attempt at modesty.

Only as soon as she felt her nipples, she felt metal too. Looking down at them again, she remembered her golden nipple piercings. She felt for her crown, saw that it was laying on the floor, even with all the fighting she did on the regular, they must have gotten up to it good last night if it had fallen off her head so carelessly. Her carefully done braids were scattered down into long tresses. As she reflected on it all, she remembered that in the orgy last night, all three of her new lovers had taken turns sucking her tits, totally unconcerned with the nipple piercings.

A new burning swelled up in her breast and in her vagina. Gwendolyn felt far more coherent now than when that aphrodisiac had been forced down her throat, and yet she still burned with a shameful need to be touched again, a side effect of being used and brought to climax over and over again. So much so that despite the insanity of last night, the urge to find her Psypher and leave was not as strong as it should have been. She only remembered Oswald at the last minute, her true husband still needed her. Whatever shameful lust she struggled with blew away in an instant.

Not soon enough. She felt another stirring in the blankets around her. When she had woken up, she had raised her torso up to better check her surroundings, not even bothering to look around her. She had forgotten there were others sharing the bed with her. Before she could look, she felt a stray finger playfully run down her back.

She jumped up in alarm. Looking back, she saw it was one of the Vulcans, already wide awake. She had a devious smile on her face. In her side vision, Gwendolyn could see her sister still sleeping. It shook her a little bit to see they were both in their neutral state. But there was no confusion, she knew this one was the transformed one from last night.

Gwendolyn’s face blushed and she turned away in sheer embarrassment. Not that the Vulcan cared, she kissed her right on the mouth, pushing her tongue right in there. Gwendolyn pulled away, but the other woman wasn’t having it, and yanked on the rings in her nipples. The feeling of the metal moving in between her flesh this early sent a jolt of strange pleasure inside her and she hated it. Not that she could really focus on that shame, not when this woman was kissing her so fast, indulging in her pleasures without a whim for Gwendolyn’s comfort.

When their lips parted, the Vulcan smiled. “Good morning you little minx,” she said. “Did you dream of me last night?”

The antics of these two sisters before her wedding and one of them coming onto her now had made her forget all about the man who she shared nuptials with last night. Not that she could for long, not when she felt one of his big hands touch her bare shoulder. She winced, remembering the deal she had made.

“If she did, then it was nothing compared to me,” he said, having raised himself up so that he was right beside her. Even that early in a place like this one, his voice was booming. “A wife could never forget her husband, could she?”

Gwendolyn looked down, away from both of them. She wanted to scream that Oswald was her husband, but here and naked alone with these three, she knew that wasn’t wise. She also knew that after having done everything she did that she would only look stupid doing so. Painfully aware of her nakedness, she only held her hands around her breasts. Only to be reminded that her nipples were still pierced. Onyx’s wedding rings.

Onyx sensed her hesitation and held no concern for such things. Moving her mane of hair to the side, he kissed her shoulders and up to her neck. She turned her face away from him, not wanting to look at him. Even as she tried to ignore him, that dark heat was already beginning to burn inside her once more. The Vulcan had awakened it, but he was whipping it into a firestorm, taking his time very slowly with her unlike the more exuberant woman. It was almost gentle, exactly the way she liked it, if not for how she knew what sort of man he was. The more she tried to resist, she felt his kisses so much stronger, his tongue, his teeth, he chomped down on her like he owned her. That same desire that had blown away slowly returned.

It would get worse. Unconcerned with his wife’s token attempts at resistance, he cupped her chin and made her look at him. His smile was as smug as ever and the sheer disregard in his eyes was naked for her to see. Nothing like Oswald.

It didn’t stop her from doing nothing as he kissed on the lips. After the Vulcan took her so roughly, she kept her mouth shut as he rubbed his lips on hers, hoped that she would come off as annoyed rather than a doll for him to play with. Naturally he wouldn’t have it, a man like him so aggressive from the beginning, he pushed his tongue into her mouth and coiled it around so slowly. The exact opposite of that sister, very precise and deliberate.

She was aware that she was a hostage, that all of it was being done against her will. In her position she could do nothing but let him touch her as he pleased. Gwendolyn hated feeling so powerless with him, knowing that once again she was at his mercy. She was thankful that aphrodisiac was long out of her system and was able to remain calm.

And yet the heat in her body still grew hotter. Pressing his hands onto hers, he moved them to knead her breasts with that same slow and measured pace. There was a faint stirring in her heart, she knew why it was happening, not only was she defenseless and in his power, he knew exactly how to touch a woman and play her just right, even as she knew what he was about.

Clasping her fingers, he moved her hands aside, and pulled away the blanket. Her chest exposed again, she felt her modesty violated, and then he was pressing up on them with his large palms, he took the rings in between his fingers and pulled on them very slightly. She moaned in their kiss before she realized it, it was such a slow tease compared to the way the other woman yanked on the ring, she was forced to endure the novel sensations of pleasure at that metal moving in her nipples. Gwendolyn knew he would only get worse if she didn’t comply.

She had no choice but to move her tongue back on his. But unlike the forced pleasure driven into her by the aggressive Vulcans, now there was a strange euphoria at being forced to submit to him. Memories of their wedding kiss flooded her mind, at everything he had done to her afterwards. More than the wetness stirring in her twat, she felt her nipples hardening on her own palms. Despite the indignity of her situation, she starting growing comfortable with what was going on. She knew she should have been able to fight, and yet knowing she could not, only blamed herself for it.

Gwendolyn heard the Vulcan giggling. She was so ashamed for being turned on by something so wrong, she thought of Oswald and hoped that he was doing okay. She had done all of this for him. But as she had to keep up the act, her tongue becoming just as fast as Onyx’s and meeting his every single time, the noises they were making were so loud and anyone seeing them would not think she had any other motive other than her own pleasure. And there was indeed something else burning inside of her more than duty.

When their lips parted, there was no hint of shame or fight on her face anymore. Not a proud valkyrie, just a little princess, her cheeks tinged crimson. Licking his own lips, savoring her taste, he released her breasts now yearning for his touch. He said in a quieter voice, still quite loud but notably hushed for a man like him, “Good morning my beloved. I enjoyed last night very much.”

Gwendolyn turned away from him. Those words cut her to the core, and he knew it. For all her pride and loyalties, there was no way she could forget her nuptials. Her current surroundings seemed a blur as she remembered all of it with that much more intensity.

Her silence did not disturb him. Cupping her chin, he moved his hand down to her flat stomach. “And I will come to enjoy other things more than that. I have long wanted a royal heir. You Gwendolyn, will bear my seed.”

“That, that is...” Her body burned with a deep shame at his words that was only equaled by the cravings that stirred inside her cunt. She tried to deny it, to curse it, and that only made the flame spread throughout the rest of her body.

“Did you only think I wanted you for your flesh? If I only wanted such a small thing, my sisters here dressing up as you would have sufficed. No, I crave far more. Perhaps last night was enough to make you the mother of my children. But we have so many opportunities to make it certain, don’t we?”

“But Inferno King...”

“You still fear to use my name?” That constant look of arrogance on his face softened and he almost looked gentle even as there was still a predatory gleam in his eyes. Cupping her cheek, he felt the heat on her face. He caressed one of her shapely muscular thighs, and then moved it dangerously close to her vagina, now very warm and moist.

Horribly embarrassed, Gwendolyn held the blanket back up. He was not worried. “Do not worry. In the times to come, I will give you reason to use my name.” He grabbed both of her breasts through the blanket, and though as he didn’t touch her skin directly, her chest burned with fire.