Preparations

You sit on your throne listening to messenger reporting the state of one of your baronies. You understand that it's necessary, as one of your duties as a monarch, but still – SO boring! You wait until the messenger finishes his report, then send him away. The man departs with a bow and closes the door behind, leaving you alone to your thoughts in your throne room.

It's been two weeks since you gave Gayet's convent an asylum. Since then, they made a preparations to summon a demon which would serve you. Just the though about it excites you – finally a break from the monotony! You heard all about the orgies that took place during the events and you look forward to it. Gayet assured you that there will be a big orgy. He also said that as a part of the ritual, you get to fuck a demon. You shuddered with excitement just at the thought. You heard many stories of dimensions of demon cocks. You also heard stories of women fucked by them so thoroughly that their minds broken.

Maybe you will get to carry one's child. You lick your lips. There were stories of spawn of humans and demons, stories of their prowess. That would be great addition to your dynasty.

“Welcome, your Highness.”

Your body warms up and pussy starts itching at the sound of the voice. You smile as you see Ervan Gayet walks from behind the column. He used one of the secret passages that you showed him. He looked like a prime specimen of human race: handsome, tall, muscular and endowed... and you have him wrapped up around your finger.

“I have great news, my Queen.” He says as he stands before, not bothering to bow – the impudence!

How dare he! You will have his head for this, no matter how beautiful and engrossing... his eyes are... what? What were you thinking?

You look at Ervan standing in front of you.

Ah yes! How silly of you.

You smile at him, get up and stand beside the throne. Smiling Gayet sits on your throne with a sigh, then he gestures at you. You can feel your pussy overflowing with juices as you see his invitation. You get on your knees before him and release his 'sword' from his pants. You stroke it lovingly, until it's nice and stiff. You can feel your mouth salivating at the sight of the massive tool. You release your magnificent breasts from your dress and warp them around this incredible dick. You shudder with orgasm as your lips touch it's tip. With lustful moan you start to massage/suck Gayet's penis.

“As I was saying, my Slut, I have great news. The ritual will be ready in two days... aren't you glad.”

You moan, yes you are glad, so very glad.

You can feel something touching your pussy. You glance down to see the tip of his boot digging into your crotch. Not stooping your work on HIS cock, you start rocking your hips, grinding your pussy against HIS boot - what a pity that you wear panties and cannot feel HIS boot on your bare pussy.

“I was really surprised at our initial meeting, what a great slut you are. You would be better of in brothel, than a royal court.”

You shudder at the thought of many commoner's dick inside of your pussy. It was so degrading thought. It was one thing to be taken by royalty or a noble – but by commoner? Such a shame!

“You called Gayet?” You hear unknown male voice behind you.

You freeze. Who dared to interrupt- you feel a hand on you head. You look straight into Gayet's eyes. What were you thinking? Slowly you renew bobbing your head. Gayet smiles and you shake from orgasm at the thought that you just pleased THE man.

“Yes Besso. I wanted a report on how are things going on your end.”

“The meeting went according to the plan. This country is really corrupt – it's such a fine place for us to thrive. Why didn't we come here sooner?” the voice seems to be cheerful.

Gayet chuckles.

“And all of this thanks to this sow.”

“Well then, I guess I have to thank her for that.”

You hear him closing to you, than you feel his hands on your hips, rising you.

“Up, slut, get up.” You obey him and get up, not releasing HIS cock from your mouth. You cannot massage IT with your breasts anymore, but you can take it deeper. You stagger as your feet are kicked apart. You can feel as you dress is hiked up, then you feel a hand on your ass-cheek, caressing it.

“Ah the lingerie of royalty – for each of this stockings you could probably buy a cow, or a monthly provision for entire family. The panties are worth equivalence of a house. And garter belt is worth two houses.” You yelp as he slaps your ass, but you don't stop your work on THE dick. “If it would be a knowledge that the Queen wore them, the value would probably triple.” You can feel hand caressing your ass-cheek again. “You probably wear a new pair each new day, never going back to once used lingerie.” You jump as he slaps your other ass-cheek. Your pussy squirts as you feel his hand starts caressing you again “But you know what – I don't care.” With a sharp movement he rips of your panties, exposing your pussy to cold air. Not a moment later you feel him feeling your well lubricated pussy. You groan as he starts moving.

“Damn she's loose... well not that loose, but I like them tight.” you hear voice behind you.

“Well,” Gayet answers jovially “she gave birth to quite a number of children.”

“So she's a royal breeder, huh.” You almost moan with disappointment as the man retreats from your pussy, but moment later you shake with orgasm, as you feel him invading your ass. One of your hands automatically travels to your pussy, your fingers entering now empty snatch.

“That's better” he says and starts rocking his hips. You can feel your tits bounce with his movements. “Come on!” He slaps your ass-cheek “That's better, now don't slacken, tighten up!” another slap lands on your ass. You don't have time to protest as you feel Gayet's hand pulling your head, forcing you to swallow more of his cock. You **** as it invades your throat.

You reach another orgasm and everything goes white. You regain your senses after a while, your body is still violated by two man. The man behind you is holding both of your hands – when did he grab them?

You look up and your eyes meet Gayet's eyes. But they are not blue as you remember them, they are red, with inhuman glint in them. You shudder as you recognize the cruel look in his eyes. When he was young your son was looking the same way at the fly, whose wings he ripped off, when he got bored torturing it and decided to squash it. That someone would look at you with this eyes...

You climax just as they flood you with their cum. You eyes roll back and your vision fades...

You slowly recover.

You are alone, lying on the floor of your throne room. Your dress is messed, your panties are missing, your breasts and pussy are bare for the cold air. You can taste the cum in your mouth.

What happened?

Ah yes, Gayet fucked you. He said that the ritual is almost ready – you can't wait for it!

You get up and put your cloths in order. You blush as you feel cum leaking out of your ass – for some reason, that excites you – your nipple harden and push against the fabric of your dress. Your ass stings as the material of your dress touches it. It is a pleasant sting.

You look forward to the actual ritual.