You give in

From the look in your mother's eyes, you can see she is about to say no out of anger, so you whisper, "Mom, don't. My forces can't compare to theirs. If they invade, I can't no hope to defend this land, and this kingdom will fall."

She whispers, "This kingdom has **** me to be your concubine and **** me into such a state on my wedding day. Hasn't the kingdom asked enough of me?" She pauses before nodding, "So, of course not; the kingdom can never ask enough of me." She swiftly lifts her eyes back up to Queen Ann and whimpers, "OK."

Queen Ann laughed. "OK, what?"

Your mother continues to reluctantly add, "I'll do as you ask." as she steps towards the bed. However, Queen Ann forces her naked foot into her chest, stopping her.

Queen Ann: "It's clear that you still fail to grasp where you stand. As a good royal should, I'll instruct my lesser." She lowers her foot from your mother's chest and stands up from the bed. "Yes, you are the King's concubine. But in case you forgot, you have given up your royal titles." She walks around her and whispers in her ear, "And what did you say a commoner should say when I royal other to have sex with them."

Your mother looks down at the ground and whimpers, "My Lady, will you please permit me to lick your royal pussy."

Queen Ann shakes her ass as she walks back to the bed. "I don't know, should I let someone as lowly as you touch me?" She then lays down on the bed and spreads her legs. "Will, I guess you can so long as my future husband fucks you lowly worthless cunt as you do."

You can tell your mother would rather die than cave into this woman's demands, but that is just it. Her husband's domain is on the border with Queen Ann's country. So, her is the first land that would be invaded. And **** is the best thing that a low Nobel woman could hope for after her land was conquered. So Lady Beatriz reluctantly lowers her head onto Queen Ann's cream-filled pussy and commences licking as Queen Ann continues to taunt her, "Good, now beg my future husband to fuck your worthless cunt."

From Inside Queen Ann's legs, Lady Beatrix turns her face back towards you, pleading with you for a way out, but you can't give her one, so she whimpers, "My king, please pleasure yourself in me."

Not wanting to make this any harder on your mother, the mother of your future child, than it has to be, you start moving towards her, but Queen Ann holds her hand out, freezing you in place. "I am sorry, Sire; I know you're excited to pleasure yourself again, but she has yet to properly gravel for your cock. She must use the right phrasing and perform an action before I will allow us to continue."

Lady Beatrix looks up at Queen Ann's face as if to silently call her a bitch before reaching back and spreading her ass cheeks apart. Without her hands to hold her up, her face is **** to rest on Queen Ann's creamy pussy as she causing her to mupples in Queen Ann's lips as she says, "My King, would you do this worthless servant of yours the greatest honor by pleasuring yourself inside of her."

Queen Ann smiles and runs her hands through Lady Beatrix's hair. "See, even the stupid ones can be trained. Now my future husband, Fuck her hard just like you did me."

Being hesitant could lead to war, so you quickly jam your wet cock into the second hole of the night, driving your mother's face into Queen Ann's pussy.

Being a former queen in a loveless marriage, Lady Beatrix has only been treated with the utmost respect on rare occasions she had sex. As such, the roughest she has ever been treated in terms of sex before this very moment was when you unceremoniously **** an out-of-wedlock child onto her under the guise of her teaching you the ways of a woman in your champer.

But your regal **** still wasn't good enough for Queen Ann. "If you wish my aid, pound this worthless whores cunt harder like I know you can."

Your mother clearly takes offense to being called a worthless whore as you hear her nubble, "YOU BITCH!" as her face is driven into Queen Ann cream covered lower lips from you, increasing the **** that your hips drive into her.

Queen Ann pulls Lady Beatrix's head up by delicate hair. "You know the punishment for referring to a royal as you refer to me, your future queen, is **** in most countries." She takes soon of your cum off Lady Beatrix's nose and shoves it into Lady Beatrixmonth as she continues, "You may consider this your one and only warning. Now, back to eating."

To make matters worse, after Queen Ann pushed Lady Beatrix's head back down, she squeezed her head with her legs to make sure she could speak any more. It wasn't long before your cock had pushed enough air out of Lady Beatrix to make her body go limp inside Queen Ann's legs.

Queen Ann tossed your bruised and **** mother's body to the side. "Now that was fun, wasn't it." She doesn't give you a chance to answer before standing her naked body up and continuing, "Now I will have my spy contact your most trusted advisor; his name is Lord Dietrich, if I am not correct. You should expect my nation's current troop numbers and position post haste." Before gathering her turn gown and proudly walking out into the night on the hall completely naked.

She left you holding the **** body of your mother and the mother of your future child. Wondering what evil you just had mistakenly released upon your kingdom.

It only took another thirty seconds for Lady Beatrix to finally come to. Still, from the look on her face, it was clear she had nothing to say to you as she silently gathered her things and left.

The Castle no longer felt safe for you, as you imagine Queen Ann's spies everywhere you look. Your mind imagines an assassin hiding in every dark corner; your mind month thinks every piece of liquid you drink is poison. If you did not know the entire history of everyone you met it was impossible for you not to imagine them as being secretly loyal servants of that devilish woman. As long as you are so close to Queen Ann, you can not find peace.

You nearly jump out of your skin when Sir Dietrich taps on your shoulder. "My King, excuse my rudeness and lack of decorum, but it is imperative that we speak."

You try to calm your heart as you say, "Let me guess, you wish to discuss a message from the Queen of Frankia."

Without uttering a word, he hands you a simple folded piece of paper that he was hiding in his shirt.

Each point of the pentagon stands with d, f, a, and g, and the last with the head for cold winter. And there they will remain unless a bird calls. However, fear not the cold winter over the warmer spring, for the first warm spring breeze will carry the voice of The Peafowl's call.

After he had given you enough time to finish reading it, he whispered, "My King, while is their Queen threatening an invasion in the spring?"

Fearful of unfriendly ears, you try to be as quiet as possible. "Sir Dietrich, what makes you think made such a threat?"

Sir Deatrick glances around to make sure nobody can hear him before he says. "It may be vague as to prevent the messenger from knowing what they were delivering, but each point symbolizes a part of their army. The letters are the first names of nobility, and the Peafowl is known as the queen of birds, which means Queen Ann. All I don't understand is why threat and why give us the warning?"

"She wishes for us to invade before them."

Sir Deatrick: "That would make sense, given she gave us her troop's position."

"So, do you see a way for us to win before springtime?"

Sir Deatrick: "I need not tell you this, but Their army has three men for every one man we can field, and they are all equally equipped and trained or better. And that doesn't include half the troops we are expected to lose from taking an army through the mountain pass in winter. "

"From what she told me, she wouldn't have given us that location if there was no way for us to use them successfully. There must be a way for us to win; we just need to look harder."

Sir Deatrick reviewed the number once more: "There is, but I would never suggest such an act."

It must be highly questionable for Sir Dietrich not to suggest it under such grave circumstances. "But you are not suggesting it; She is. So please enlighten me on how she is suggesting we win."

Sir Deatrick grimes before answering, "If we were to march on them with only our elite forces, without our regular **** hindering and slowing them down, we should be able to make it through the mountain pass with enough forces to overcome each of their divided forces separately."

You ask the next logical question, "Then, how do we prevent them from uniting their forces."

Sir Deatrick's face turns ghostly white. "Well... ah..."

You grown. "Out with it, man, before someone comes and overhears us."

Sir Deatricks leans into your ear and whispers, "She expects us to eliminate them without ever engaging them on the open field."

All at once, you know why Sir Deatricks did not want to be associated with this idea. The last noble from ANY COUNTRY to even hint at attacking their enemy in their sleep had him and his family dragged off to the enemy where they were all tortured to ****.