To Cuckquean an actual Queen.

Remembering Jana's fetish for humiliation, and how Donald had only been too happy to assuage it, a wickedly delicious thought crept into your mind.

Looking down on the Beathans, you voiced it, and the couple were only too happy to comply. Jana pulled back, watching you and her lord from the edge of the bed, while Donald, divesting himself of his fine but rugged clothing, manoeuvred onto all fours, ready for you to enter him.

Bringing yourself up behind Donald, your manhood only inches from his arse, you steadied yourself on his hip, then looked over to Jana.

“I'm glad your man's here, bitch. At least there's one person worth fucking.” you tell her, with a cruel sneer. Your harsh words elicit a veritable shiver of delight from the golden-haired Beathan, and her hand dives between her legs, shamelessly playing with herself as she drinks in the display.

Bent over before you, Donald's no less receptive to it. Taking a breath, you bring your hips forward, and take the plunge.

It's an alien sensation in a way, entering a man, hearing Donald moan as you slip your prick into his tight arsehole. On the other hand, it's not completely divorced from taking a woman anally, something you're quite familiar with. Neither is it unpleasant.

Donald for his part, gasps in delight, his lustful noises mingling with those of his wife. He grips the furs on the bed beneath him, moaning as you hilt yourself inside him.

“See what I'd take, rather than fuck you, woman?” the Beathan king says to his bride. He's not quite as convincing in his cruelty towards Jana as you manage, but she gets off on it nonetheless.

“I'm sorry, love.” Jana says, her voice cracking ever so slightly as she slips two fingers inside her twat, eagerly fucking herself. “I'm so sorry.”

You build up to a decent pace inside Donald. Looking down, you take in his form, crouched, exposed and submissive before you. The Beathan is undeniably an attractive man, taller in stature than you, and quite understandably, far more well-built.

Still, he bent over for you, and seems only too happy for you to take him as you will. He'd never been shy about his attraction to you, at least in private. You imagined finally getting your cock must be as delightful for him as giving it was for you.

Donald reaches back, putting a hand on your flank. You shiver a little beneath his powerful touch. Visions of him taking you, of entering you with his own massive manhood, briefly flutter through your mind.

“What say we put the poor wretch to work, Ed?” Donald asks, looking back over his shoulder to you, then nodding his head to Jana. “I reckon she could make herself useful, wi' her mouth, at least...”

“I'll allow it.” you smile darkly, not even ceasing from your thrusts into your friend. “Come.” you say to the queen, taking your good hand off Donald's arse to beckon her.

You've seen Jana marching off to battle, commanding woman, raising her son. But now? The Beathan queen looks as pliable and submissive as any common farm girl you might deign to take.

Jana crawls across their bed, taking a position below you, on her belly, like a worm, after you command it.

The tattooed blonde brings her quivering mouth up, worshipping your balls, even as the cock they're attached to pounds her husband's arse.

“So... the bitch is good for something, after all.” you laugh wickedly, slapping your hand back down onto Donald's arse, savouring the feeling of his toned flesh.

“She's got her uses, aye!” Donald groans, growing closer and closer every time you bury yourself in him.

Mentally, you tell yourself to pull back on the nastiness. It might arouse Jana for Donald to play at cruelty towards her, but you had done things with your newly-discovered family that would sicken and appal the Beathan royals. It would definitely be in your best interests not to get too carried away.

Jana reaches up, deft fingers closing around Donald's hard shaft. She starts to pump him, giving the king pleasure from a different angle to you.

You redouble your efforts, and it isn't long before your joint **** with Jana proves too much for Donald.

The fire-haired king bucks against you, nearly throwing you back from your unsteady position, though you manage to stay buried in his arse. He sprays his seed through his wife's fingers, leaving an impressive looking puddle on the bed below.

“I can feel you're close, too Edward.” Jana whispers. She releases her hold on Donald, and embraces you from behind.

“Please.” the warrior queen whines plaintively. “Please, Edward, give Donald what I never can.”

Between how good being inside her husband feels, and the needy way in which Jana rubs up on you from behind, you're not about to stop now.

A couple of minutes later, you simply can't hold off any more. Digging your fingers into Donald's arse, you spasm, spraying your royal seed into his equally royal arse with wild abandon.

Once your torrent abates, you edge back, taking the sight of him in. Your cum drips lazily from his well-fucked hole, the sheer amount of seed you'd spurted out probably troublesome for the prospects of your strict heterosexuality going forward.

As you stare down at Donald's arse, you chuckle to yourself. Not long ago, some noble or other had coined the term “creampie” in reference to a well-fucked hole.

You doubted they had such a dainty dessert in Beatha, but still, you decided, you'd treat Jana to one.

Placing your hand around the nape of the queen's neck, you brought her face towards Donald's arse. Intuitively grasping your humiliating intent, Jana extends her tongue and gets to work, eating her man's arse out.

She goes at it eagerly, her body quivering with sordid delight as she eats your creampie. Indeed, she sucks it down so hungrily, you idly think she should be paying you for the pleasure.

As Jana does, one of her hands is hard at work, frantically teasing herself to a most eager climax.

Sated, the Beathans collapse onto their backs, staring up at you in utter contentment.

“Edward, that was...” Donald grins, at a loss for words.

“Magnificent.” Jana finishes, catching her breath.