Alana’s Long Morning

Though Francois and Louis are sleeping on separate beds in separate rooms, both men find themselves naked on their beds. Their heads spinning and their bodies a little sour and tired. Both men had been well-persuaded and gauded into drinking a lot of ale and wine. The quantity they consumed the night before is staggering but not enough to keep them in the realm of deep sleep and not pose a danger to your dalliance with their wives.

The reason why they were sleeping like babies last night is because Alana and Jacqueline both carefully slipped into their drink a concoction that first addled their minds and made them more receptive to suggestion before it made them fall into a deep sleep. Alana and Jacqueline brought their respective husbands into their respective marital rooms, stripped them naked, jerked them off, wiped their cum all over their penises and wiped some on the bed. Alana and Jacqueline both cleaned their hands thoroughly before they sneaked to the room where they met you.

After fucking you, they went back and laid naked next to their oblivious husbands.

“We had sex last night?” Says a bewildered Francois, his head throbbing from the hangover and the concoction.

A sleepy Alana replies, “Yes,” a lie but not that he knows it, “you were great. I haven’t been fucked that well in years.”

Francois has never hated Alana. He just wasn’t into her. So him having sex with her while drunk and uninhibited didn’t repulse him as much as Alana thought it would. Either way, Francois still isn’t interested in her. He gets off the bed despite feeling dizzy and weak in the legs. He dawns his clothes and greets Alana a good morning as an after thought before leaving the room.

Louis and Jacqueline are a different case. Louis is happy to see his wife. Just as Jacqueline is happy to see him. She doesn’t regret what she did last night nor does she even think about it in the slightest. Alana pays them a visit and finds them both still in bed holding on to each other and passionately kissing.

Alana closes the door and says, "Good morning," a smile forms forms from a combination glee and malice, "my little pets."

"Our Queen!" Both jump off the bed and bow at their Lady. "Did you both have a wonderful night?"

Louis answers first, "I had a pleasant night, my Queen. A healthy sleep."

Alana caresses Louis's cheek, "I'm happy to hear that, my young Prince," and kisses him heatedly. Jacqueline wasn't the only one among the two she so thoroughly seduced. Louis was just as much another of her lust filled slaves. The boy was an easy enough target. So young and filled with the passions and follies of youth.

"Give your wife's cunt loving kisses and licks, my young Prince." Alana urges with an insidious smirk. "She was seeded last night with your dear friend's seed and will soon grow with child. Show her your appreciation for your wife's and friend's hard work at providing your family's Kingdom with an heir."

Louis eagerly nods, "Yes, right away, my Queen!"

"Good... an after that if you do a good job, maybe just maybe I'll let you lick my cunt. I know you love the taste, my dear boy."

Alana grins seeing another one of her plans come to fruition.

For the first time in a long time, Alana feels at peace and it shows in her tranquil smile. A hand on her stomach, hoping new life had begun inside. Alana soaks up the sunlight hitting her skin.

Queen Arianna of Asturias is the younger sister of Queen Alana. Alana is 44 years old, Arianna is 41. So it doesn’t come off as a surprise to find out these two were close as children. The keywords are ‘were’ and ‘as children’. Alana was once set to marry Emmanuel and that was before he became heir to the Kingdom of Asturias. While Alana and Emmanuel treated each other well enough, it was Arianna who caught Emmanuel’s eyes. Emmanuel, despite the objections and warnings of those older and wiser than he was, married Arianna.

Alana and Arianna’s father did feel this as some form of insult but he did accomplish the objective of getting one of his daughters married. Alana was then arranged to marry the son of an old Lord. However the son died of a fever and without any heirs to continue his line, the old Lord changed the arrangement so that he will marry Alana. Alana wasn’t happy with this and did not enjoy their wedding night. The nobleman was old enough to have been her grandfather. Whatever the case, the old Lord was found dead the next morning. Everyone attributed it as nothing more than an old man’s old heart finally giving out.

With the old Lord dead and no other close living relatives, his wealth and lands went to Alana.

But Alana was a beautiful young Lady and came from a powerful and influential family. Alana was set to marry again a year after her first husband’s ****. Her intended was a much younger man compared to her first husband. He treated her kindly but still had the mind of a child, prefering to spend most of his days riding his horses and hunting and making his guards to useless drills. He would end up **** on an apple during their wedding celebration.

She then become betrothed to another man... who died breaking his neck after falling off his horse on his way to Alana’s home.

Alana married a third time. This time to someone beneath her status, a wealthy merchant-sailor. Alana did not hate that man. If anything, she took to his business and learned several things from it. She eventually grew to love her husband or at least respect him. But he was too busy to take her to bed and was often away to conduct and manage his business. Nothing she faulted him for.

Here Alana came to learn the art of seducing the maids who worked for her and her husband. She then took it a step further when she seduced her husband’s married sister. Alana was beautiful and it draw women to her just as much as it did men.

He would later die after the ship he was on was attacked by pirates. He left her a half of his wealth and his manse. While giving the remaining half of his wealth as well as his business to his brother-in-law. With Alana having made his wife her lust filled puppet, Alana asserted control over the man.

She was married a fourth time to a widowed Lord with only a daughter. Alana seduced the girl while her new husband died from pnuemonia a month later.

By this point, Alana had earned a reputation of being a Black Widow. The more suspicious and malicious gossipers talked about how Alana murdered all the men in her life and that King Emmanuel had dodged an arrow. Of course aside from her first husband, Alana is clearly innocent of the deaths of her other husbands and one betrothed.

Alana had her step-daughter marry into a good family. A good family whom she subtly threatened harm should the girl not be treated well.

Alana spent much of her following years alone and unmarried but she was not idle. Far from it. The years have taught Alana various lessons and it changed her for better and worse.

Here she slowly developed her own spynetwork as well as hiring men of questionable repute and supposed alchemists to concoct potions and poisons for her. Poisons which she used to eliminate rivaling nobles who desired and envied all that she had.

When her father died, she didn’t even respond to her mother’s letters. Arianna frequently would write to Alana, telling of the things happening in her life. It wasn’t anything malicious but Alana could not care a tiny, minuscule bit.

Alana had grown wealthy and powerful whether or not people knew the true extent of her power. But she was powerful enough to lie her way out of answering King Emmanuel’s summons.

Some time later, she was finally married to King Francois. King Francois or more accurately his advisers thought it would be beneficial to be married to a wealthy and influential woman from a neighboring country whose sister is married to the current King. She eventually provided Frankia’s spy system and not only did she use that to continue spying on other countries but to increase the number of her spies in Frankia.

Alana grins a malicious smile matched by the evil glint in her eyes. She just needed to confirm a child growing inside her and she can initiate her own plan to increase her power. “Oh my dear husband... your use to me is withering.” She says confident that no one is present to hear.

Alana enjoys her silence and solitude for twenty more minutes until she hears footsteps growing louder as it got closer.

“Hello, sister.” Alana turns around to find Arianna. Alana has always been unwilling to see her sister since Arianna’s wedding to Emmanuel and had avoided her since arriving back to Parisii.

Arianna’s eyes grow wide like saucers seeing how her sister looks after all these years. Alana is most amused seeing how her sister has changed.

To Arianna, the woman she’s seeing is someone who barely changed physically in the past two decades. Alana has retained most of her youth and beauty. But the most significant change Arianna sees in Alana is the cruelty in her eyes that has replaced the kindness and nicety that were there before.

To Alana, she sees what her younger sister has become after all these years. She has grown fat in her time as Queen of Asturias. Her cheeks were chubbier and she’s lost her jawline. Her belly had grown but not with child. She used to be a slender woman. Not anymore.

A long time ago, Alana had been angry at her and their father for changing the betrothal arrangement. Of course as time progressed, that anger turned to apathy and indifference. The way Alana sees it, she is the better sister. She has grown powerful and has so many of her agents timming the palace of the Asturian royal family. If Alana wanted, she could have her sister and her family all assassinated. But Alana so nothing to gain from that.

She smiles kindly at Arianna. It’s a fake smile. “Hello Arianna, long time no see.” Arianna feels that it is a fake smile but the part of her that wants to see the good in her sister ignores that feeling.

‘Time to get close to the Asturian royal family. I wonder if I should seduce my own nieces.’ She laughs mirthfully in her mind.