Sex and servitude

You were in trouble, you still had enough sense to realize that. In this game of kings and **** he was losing control. Which isn't to say you were losing, with Azar and Beatrice's help you were if anything significantly closer to killing your evil Uncle and taking your rightful place on the throne then you expected to be in just a few short weeks. Not only that but as it turned out with your focus on politics and not war, plus some help from the people you were aligning with, you were making surprising improvement on improving the quality of life for the kingdom and once your ideas started going into effect you fully expected for the people to begin loving you unlike any royal in the last dozen generations. If that wasn't great enough you and Azar were already positioning your cruel cousin Silva into a battle that would start to destroy your Uncle's rule with the end of his life thanks to the guard she controlled so easily and your tactics.

But no while your position in the grand scheme of things was growing even stronger then before your father's fall your personal life was spiraling out of your control and spilling into everything else.

Azar was a wicked woman, that first night was the best sex of your life but she had no mercy for you, the next day she showed up with an important lord being the first step onto your current path she asked for a "reward" afterwards of you carrying her to your bed. You had never given an honest scream in bed before, you had caused woman to do so but never done so personally, but that night you screamed for her perfect tits and mouth.

In that haze of pleasure, much like the first night, you didn't remember everything, mostly just a lot of pleasure and flashes of scenes. Telling Azar how you adored her, her saying you much better and bigger then your father was as you make her cum, swearing to fuck whoever she wished however she wished. You were sure you even heard Beatrice try to talk to you that night but Azar made you rudely dismiss her, thankfully Beatrice took no offense as she knew what it was like to say the wrong thing when you came from a talented mouth.

And it had happened again, and again, and again. Azar came for you and you did as she pleased, you knew you needed to make a move quickly if you didn't want to ultimately serve her, but surrendering to her felt so good and she had made her own promises that were burning your resistance away, including her virgin daughter, your own sisters, and the chance to have a threesome with her and your beaten mother. You had this one chance to try to get out of this hole, and risk it all, or to just let it happen, you'd still have your own will and could do as you pleased as long as you obeyed her. Obeyed her and be given pleasure.