Victoria Part 2

VICTORIA

Court, as Victoria remembered it, was usually pretty boring most of the time, but this foreign court was something else entirely today. Her choice of outfit definitely played the part she was hoping to fulfill by keeping every eye in the court on her, even the King of Itheria’s eyes. She was sure this was tormenting the thief that sat beside him throughout the session and Victoria was loving every second of it. Well…almost every second.

It was during this session that Magus had announced his intentions to marry Victoria in the traditional Frost Knight manner while on the march north. This was her least favorite part. A month back it was clear that she had established a pretty solid claim on being the future Queen, but instead she was in her new bedchamber that evening, with Duke Gregan’s little pecker doing its best to make sure she was satisfied. Victoria wasn’t one to usually care about a man’s size. After all, a clit could get her off if the proper motions were being made, but that’s exactly where Gregan seemed to be lacking. He was an uncaring lover, and seemed to be oblivious to his shortcomings in bed. Instead, he seemed to think that he was some sort of gift to women and that she would be rolling her eyes and twitching without much effort given by him. So while he was manhandling her breast and pumping his dick in her pregnant cunt, she did her best to make it seem like he was doing an excellent job. Unfortunately, Victoria’s great acting was working a little too well on the recently demoted king, and he had to pull out to spray his feeble seed on her stomach before a minute had passed. Gregan had rubbed one out just prior to arriving to Victoria’s new room in hopes of lasting longer, but him fantasizing about this very moment since morning had not helped. That being so though, he was sure it had been an eternity before reaching his climax.

“I-is that it?” He didn’t even have the balls to cum inside her, not that it would do anything now. Like her latter thoughts, she didn’t mean to say the former out loud – or laugh. But her inquiry was delivered with genuine shock and amusement, which was in complete contrast to her superb acting just moments before.

Gregan shot her a baffled look, but before he can draw the post-nut breath to demand what she meant, a loud knocking echoed the room.

“Lady Victoria,” The deep bass that penetrated the door better than the knocking was easily identifiable as Magus, “I’m coming in!”

Gregan’s look of bewilderment quickly shifted to one of horror as he shot up to pick up his clothes. Victoria too had a look of annoyance on her face, thankful now that Gregan did underperform. She was hopeful that Magus wouldn’t want to come to her so soon since this so-called traditional Frost Knight marriage was usually done on the march, but if her hope was enough she’d be wedding Bryce by now.

“You better hide quick!” Victoria’s voice was a loud whisper, “He’s not asking permission to enter and I’ll tell him you **** me.”

With that revelation, Gregan – who was already deeply fearful of Magus’ prowess – didn’t even bother to dress after collecting his clothes, and hopped into a nearby wardrobe just in time. Victoria used a handkerchief to wipe the superficial load on her stomach and tossed it behind the headboard as Magus strode in. The door slamming behind his domineering visage.

Nude; Victoria posed before Magus’ masculine aura atop her bed. Pretending like she had been expecting him she said, “Do you like what you see, Your Grace?”

This was not the first time Magus had walked into a room with with a bare woman resting on a bed, but other than his mother, only Adrianna might have been alluring enough to make him want to fuck. While Victoria’s presentation was certainly sexy enough to lure most men, Magus instead realized that she lacked his mother’s long raven hair and her icy blue eyes. Even Victoria’s voluptuous curves seemed to be just short of his mom’s, but maybe the bastard child inside the young woman before him might change the difference in dimensions in time. Assessing every inch of detail that Victoria exposed to him, all Magus could think was that Bryce would’ve been happy with this woman. Magus wanted to let out a deep sigh, but doing so might hurt the poor girl’s image of herself, so he smiled.

“I know naught what I did to earn this, but I do enjoy this scenery.” Magus swaggered onto the bed to claim Victoria and the bastard she carried as his own, but doing his best to imagine his mom in her place, he did what he’d usually be made to do by his mother, and got down on her sweet flower.

Magus was immediately rewarded with a gasp, a genuine one at that. Victoria was not quite expecting the level of skill Magus had with his tongue, and she was strongly considering having him give Miss Ellan some lessons, which was amazing given her lover back in the Capitol was very learned as well. It was true Magus had skipped a few more intimate steps, but Victoria was still kinda going from when Gregan had pumped his small cock in her a few times. Perhaps Magus could somehow sense that she was already a little more willing for immediate pleasure after that lackluster performance. Victoria’s fingers were running through the young Duke’s hair before long, her breath quickening and her sex heating from the exemplary job Magus was doing. Several moments of this gradual build up went by, almost like Magus was purposely edging her, only for her suspicions to be confirmed correct when she started begging him not to stop. Magus stopped just as her lower extremities were beginning to tremor into full-blown orgasm. Victoria’s vain attempts to keep his head down with her hands and legs wrapped around his head were shattered by the **** of his muscular arms ripping her embrace apart.

“N-no,” She panted, “please…!”

Magus displaced his trousers just enough to get his massive schlong out from it’s containment and **** Victoria’s legs back in a mating press. With just the head of his cock penetrating her readied pussy, he kissed her deeply, Victoria’s body returned the passionate gesture in kind before Magus penetrated her in one long stroke. Then, Victoria’s breath escaped her as Magus’ somewhat gentle actions until now turned into pure heated thrusts that sent her over the edge for the first time since Bryce had planted a bastard inside her.

From inside the wardrobe, Gregan watched the two lovers wrestle amid their throes of passion, wanking his own member to the scene as viewed through a crack in the wardrobe doors. It was unusual, because what started as a fairly gentle encounter was evolving into an exchange of hatred in the bedroom. Gregan was not skilled enough in intrigue to work out that both were kind of regretting being put in this position with each other, but despite that truth they mutually – and silently – agreed to exploit every ounce of pleasure they could while being caught in it. All Gregan really knew was that he was getting close again, despite Magus’ performance thus far being what he usually visualized himself like when having a tumble. He released a paltry load on the floor of the wardrobe, and wouldn’t be able to get it up again.

Magus was done kissing and exploring the vixen’s body that had seduced his cousin at her failed attempt for queenship, and was pumping his large dick inside her tight insides like a steam engine. Every muscle on his body flexed to their perfection and Victoria’s moans reaching a third climax since he started this mating press on her. Their hot breaths like gales against each other’s faces. Getting tired of her breath competing with his, Magus pulled her hair so that she was **** to look up and sucked on her neck. This was a good position to have her face looking to him, sucking on her neck he could almost fool himself that he was treating his mother like she was a slut that got herself knocked up by a careless king. The thought sent him over, and a thick cum flood that had been a couple months in the making burst through the doors of her womb's cradle. The **** of his ejaculation felt like his very testes were almost massaged out his shaft and into the convulsing young woman beneath him.

Victoria’s face and body were blushed, her dialogue incoherent. Was Bryce this good? She didn’t remember. She tried not to, because Magus wasn’t the only one creating a fantasy in their head tonight. Magus realized that not looking at Victoria’s face helped with his own fantasy of his mother, so he effortlessly flipped the seductress over and continued this sex-capade before either of them had a chance to catch their breath.

//AN: If this chapter seemed a little lackluster, I apologize. Been a while since I last updated, and trying to get back into the groove. Hope it didn’t kill any immersion.