Ruling a feudal fief of lust

For a while after I inherited the fief, things were more or less as they had been under my father. But as I grew more and more confident in my ability and right to rule, I started changing things. Small things at first, like the idea that when minor matters of justice were being decided, such as the rightful owner of some animals, or a dispute between peasant families, both sides were to send a male representative to me. Each of them got to fuck me, and while fucking they could make their arguments, but as soon as they came they had to be silent and await my judgement. This did quite a lot to alleviate the otherwise boring dispute that I had to sit in judgement of, and as time passed and the policy became spread across my lands, it meant more skillful fuckers visiting my court.

I also instituted a competition at the town's yearly market fair, where the unmarried women would get up on a stage, undress for everyone, and then there was held a vote on who the year's "Queen of Lust and Beauty" would be. The winner (quite often, but not always, me) would then receive a purse of silver, and would then stay at the town green for all men to enjoy until midnight. As the queue to the woman in question would usually become incredibly long, I usually spent most of those days (the years I didn't win) giving blowjobs to the men who waited.

But my favourite ruling was what became known as the "Royal Room" at the brothels across my domain. I am not royal, but to the peasants I was as close to it as anything, and the name stuck. Basically, it was a tax deduction for brothels, which required them to have one room, staffed by at least one whore, who would give her services for free to any man who wanted. Paying customers could of course enjoy having private rooms, and their whores for themselves, but this way money would not be something stopping a horny man from getting his release. The name came, I think, from the fact that when there wasn't much to do at my court, I often volonteered to be the whore of the Royal Room of my favourite brothel in town, and when my daughters came of age, I often sent them there as part of their sexual education.

Politically, like my father, I mostly kept to my own lands, not involving myself in the squabbles and minor wars of the other nobility. I did occasionally have troubles with priests, come to investigate rumours of indecency going on in my fief, but those that weren't susceptible to their pick of nubile women were usually susceptible to material bribes instead, and so I mostly kept out of trouble.

My children grew up, and like my father, I made sure they had a memorable eighteenth birthday. My daughter was the eldest, and had a very similar birthday as I'd had (though I couldn't restrain myself, and helped her out quite a bit), followed by a week of working shifts at the Royal Room. When my son turned eighteen, both I and my daughter were sucking his dick together when he woke up, and made sure to stay close to him for whenever he was ready to go again.

However, despite being down to fuck at all times, neither my son nor my daughter seemed to attract the attention of Lilith. It was very strange seeing my children grow older while I more or less stayed the same. My daughter, grown up to become a proper freeuse slut as befits a lady, had a permanent cycle of pregnancies, childbirths, and misscarriages, and as a rule the list of possible fathers always exceeded a hundred men.

Occasionally, of course, political troubles became actual wars. I mostly managed to keep out of the disputes, but I was still beholden to the King, and could not deny when he sent to me for troops. But while I had to raise men for his armies, I could do my part to make sure these men were well cared for. So apart from raising the levies, I also drafted young women to march with them, each assigned to a company or regiment. While most armies of the time had a following of tinkerers, washerwomen, and whores, they weren't as organized as my troops. Every company would get its share of the women, and it was up to their commander how to use them. Some regiments had a daily free-for-all, when whoever did not have specific orders and while not on the march could fuck them. Others had schedules, trying to make sure that every soldier got their fair share of time with each of the women. My marshal made up a list of suitable punishments for any of them trying to run away, or resist their purpose, which for most of the crimes was some amount of time spent naked in the pillory if at camp, her assets available for anyone.

Before the troops left home, I of course had to give them some last minute morale-booster. Unlike what I gathered of other lords at the time, that their speeches were about duty to their lord, their King, and God, I spoke of the maidens they would come across and **** in hostile lands, gave them power fantasies of incapacitation some enemy soldier and take his daughter, wife, or sweetheart before his eyes, and the like. The effect was hopefully increased by the way my marshal, and several of my knights, came up to the podium, and shoved their cocks into my waiting holes. I'd aroused myself quite properly while speaking of these actions, and as my knights sated both their own lusts and mine own, I saw a lot of the assembled soldiers jerking off.