Their fucking has an audience

This can't be... it is impossible...

Isolde had came to watch the bedding, she had planned to do so with her brother, she would interrupt the thing and then they will fuck the queen together in every hole, they would demean her an show her what real love looked like, that was the plan, but this... She had been looking through the keyhole, hearing them with disbelief, as her brother hadn't say what he was supposed to. Why had him told her how beautiful she was? She was not beautiful!, she was a whore! A puppet for them to use! Why was he licking her? He doesn't lick.

And why the hell can't I move!?

Then came the worst part, and the immobilised princess heard every word of it.

"Am I your queen?" Asked that idiotic redhead that usurped her bed.

"You are my everything."

WHAT!?

"Am I the one you love?" asked the queen again.

Say no.... please say no...

"The only one, always."

This isn't happening, this can't be...

"You will not look upon another woman."

"Never!" He screamed. "All of then are worthless at your side."

YOU BASTARD!!!

She tried to scream but her voice won't come out. She tried to move again as the tears flowed from her eyes, but her body won't respond her, no matter how hard she tried. What was happening? Was this all a nightmare? It had to be, that was the only explanation. A horrendous nightmare, she may have drink too much and fell asleep at the feast hall. That was the only explanation.

Karla felt her legs tremble when her king spread them wide. She surrender to his manly potency and let her body fell into the bed, and when his cock poked at her holiest entrance, she only moaned. I am the queen now, I am the queen and he is mine. It feels so good, it feels so good. There was a slightly resistance when the meatstick penetrated her, a little of pain but a sweet one nonetheless. Then the man started to pump her with all the strong that his body could summon, fucking her with decisive and loving movements, and she responded to his passion with melodious moans and a lubricated passage, spreading her legs even more, clossing her eyes in delight.

And as she did, strange and alien ideas began to flow to her mind. This is what power feels like... it feels so good, so deep... he is mine, he is mine. Those were Lunnara's thoughts, not hers, but they sounded so natural, it felt to good to listen to them, to know that their words were true. They gave her as much pleasure as the heated rod that plunder her interiors. She will rule this kingdom, and this same love would bring happiness to every one on it's inhabitants.

And at that very moment, as Dorian drilled her from above with sweaty effort, the Door of the royal chamber opened by itself, with a noisy squeak. Dorian paid no attention to it, mesmerised by his lovely wife, but Karla turned her head to look at it, and there she found Isolde, on her knees, with tears flowing from her eyes. She even looked uglier to her, her clothes dirty, her luscious hair ruined, her skin tainted. A demeaned woman, one meant to rule no more. Karla smiled at her with intense pleasure and delighted in the sound and visage of her tears. That's how evil should look in this new world of mine: defeated and humiliated. A sorry thing that no one cares about. Those where not her own thoughts, weren't they? She found herself laughing with joy, as the brother fucked her and the sister watched. She exaggerated her own moans just to humiliate the once haughty princess, and was delighted to hear her sobbing growing stronger, as her beloved brother didn't even look at her. She embraced the king and brought him closer, forcing him to fill her with greater strength. Their bodies trembled in synchronised anarchy as the queen received the first creampie of the night. The scream was glorious and intense and every single soul in the castle knew that the queen was satisfied by the king's fucking. Little did they knew that those screams would mark the beginning of a new age.