Visiting the Trespasser

“Idena, do you want to come with us?” asked John as he squeezed Idena, who clung to him lovingly. Ever since the two spent the night together and Idena laid her egg, she had become very affectionate to John. John really enjoyed it. It was a different kind of affection from his mother, even if they had a sexual relationship, she still had motherly affection for him. Idena, however, truly loved him and showed him a different kind of affection. A type that John was really starting to like and, hopefully, could get the other girls to also show him. Idena returned his squeeze as she mauled over what he had asked her.

“No, I don’t think I will,” she told John as she still hugged him from the side. “I wish to stay with our egg until we take her to my old nest. I will not feel comfortable leaving our chick alone until she is in the great nest,” she told her lover and king.

“She, eh?” John said as he raised an eyebrow. Idena merely blushed and looked away before she spoke.

“I...I uh…” she stammered as she attempted to answer. Brenda had a big smile on her face as she watched the two lovers tease each other.

“My dear, a mother simply knows what the gender of her child is,” she said as she caressed her son’s cheek. “I knew the baby in my belly was a boy the moment I started to swell up,” she told him. “So I believe my daughter-in-law,” Brenda said with a warm smile beaming towards Idena, who returned a smile back to Brenda.

“Fair enough,” John said as he turned to face Idena. “I won’t be long. I love you, Idena,” John told her, which caused her to have an even bigger smile.

“I-I love you too!” she exclaimed before she kissed him. “I shall wait for your return so we can move the egg to the nest,” she said as she turned and headed back into her room. John enjoyed watching her firm ass walk away before he closed the door and turned to his mother.

“Alright, shall we go?” asked John as he motioned for his mother to lead the way.

“Thank you, my dear,” Brenda said as she took the lead. She made sure to give her stride a bit more oomph with each sway of her hips, since she saw her son check out Idena’s ass as she walked away. Brenda wanted to remind her son that a tight ass is nice, but a full ass is much better. John took the bait easily and watched his mother’s generous behind sway back and forth, almost hypnotizing him, as he followed his mother down the various hallways and stairs to the dungeon.

The two quickly made their way to the dungeon. The place was dark, and dank, with drops of water echoing throughout the whole place. The various cells were all empty, save for the last one. There, a figure could be made out in the shadows, purposely hidden from the light of the torch on the wall.

“There our prisoner is,” Brenda said as she pointed to the person John had spotted. “Let’s go say hello,” she said as the two walked past the guards at the door. As the two made their way closer to the captured intruder, the person’s features became more obvious. The person was very lithe, but their hair and skin were dark, and blended in well with the shadows they were hiding in.

“Come now, dear, and step into the light,” Brenda said as the two reached the bars in front of their captured criminal.

“Why?” asked the feminine voice.

“Because you stand before King John, whose land you invaded in your attempt to loot it,” Brenda responded.

“That kid? He’s the one who beat the Rose and whatever destroyed your house’s front yard?” asked the voice as she leaned forward, her face being illuminated. John could now clearly see her face. It was a very pretty face. Her dark skin was a nice change from John’s mostly white female companions. Her hair was just as dark as her skin, and her eyes seemed to have white irises. What caught John’s attention the most was no her pretty face, but rather, the jewel that seemed to be in her forehead. It seemed to be a bluish looking gem, John was not sure which one. His knowledge of gems was rather limited. He’d make sure to ask around once this meeting was over with.

“I am King John Newman, you will show me the respect I deserve,” John told her in a stern voice. “Now rise, and face me,” John demanded of her. The girl sighed before doing as John said.

“There, happy now?” she said as she threw her hands up in frustration. John finally got a good look at her. He was right in that she was on the petite side, but rather than small she was just lean with some muscle on her. Her breasts were on the smaller side, probably B Cup, which John did not mind. Small breasts could be just as fun as large breasts, in his opinion. She did have legs for days, which John appreciated. She seemed to be wearing some sort of burlap tunic, most likely the prison uniform that his guards decided on.

“Yes, thank you,” John said courteously. “Now, why did you decide to break into my old house?” asked John, who was curious as to what the answer to this question would be.

“Because I felt like it,” was all he got in return. John let out a sigh. He was hoping to do this the easy way, but it looked like he’d have to do this the hard way, but he figured he would give her one last chance.

“And why did you feel like it?” he asked, hoping for a more thorough answer than before.

“Why not?” she said, in clear defiance to his questions. This left him ****.

“Guards, restrain her,” he said. The two guards near the door quickly made their way to the cell and, after forcing her away from the door, opened the door and roughly grabbed her on both sides. She was effectively restrained and could barely move.

“What are you doing?!” she yelled. “Let me go!” demanded the prisoner.

“Your **** to answer me has **** my hand,” John said as his mark on the back of his hand began to glow. “I will now use King’s Seal on you to give you a prisoner seal. That will **** you to respond to my questions honestly. Do not resist, this is happening,” John told her as he approached her. The woman seemed to realize she was in a not ideal situation and began to struggle more against her captors. Their grip, however, was iron tight and she was not making much progress. The best she could do was try to kick at John as he approached.

“Here, let me help, honey,” Brenda said as she grabbed the girls legs and prevented them from flailing all about.

“Thanks, mom,” John said to her. “Now, spread her legs and pull up her tunic for me,” John told her mother, who just smiled and did as she was told.

“Wait, what are you doing! Don’t look there!” said the prisoner as her cheeks turned a bright red with her most sacred place now exposed to John and his group.