Exit: A Kingdom of Lusts

As I Exit, time resumes and life returns to motion.

Her majesty, the Queen of Armelia, stares at me with a smoldering, confident, yet somehow submissive gaze. Her eyes are half-lidded, and her lips chew on themselves in a manner that suggests she's already thinking of how she's going to please me when she gets the chance. Her arms are raised to rest on the handles of her throne and her head tilts slightly as she regards me.

Her tits are massive, each breast broader than her shoulders, and her hips are just slightly wider. They strain her outfit: A hot-pink leather slingkini that seems barely able to contain her assets, which are only somewhat concealed by the fabric's reflective sheen, and leave nearly nothing of her pussy and nipples to the imagination.

She's sitting back in her throne, with her legs spread open and her knees to either side. Between them is a small triangle of fabric, and her thong is completely soaked. Even if I couldn't see it from here, I could smell it. Her arousal fills the room, and it's almost impossible to resist the urge to just... take her right here, right now... is she radiating the same sort of nonsense lust-magic Arma hit me with last night?

Almost as if she could tell I thought of her,

I feel Arma's hand slide down my back, and I turn to face her. She's... actually exactly the same as she was before I started. She has the same pink hair in its tousled, half-undone braids. The same mischievous, challenging pink eyes, and even the same black corset - slightly torn by last night's activities - alongside a conspicuous lack of panties or... any other manner of clothing, really.

But that's not the real surprise: As soon as she's certain my attention's off her mother, she steps forward and wraps her arms around my neck, pulling herself up to whisper in my ear: "I'm so glad to have found you, Master. Please use me however you wish." She moans softly as her breasts rub against my chest. Her voice drips with desire, her words carrying a hint of desperation. "My body, my mind, my soul, they belong to you. Take them, use them, do anything you want. Just... make me yours..." It's an almost competitive sort of desperation.

I blink. That... is an incredible change in behavior from her. I mean... last night, when we had sex, there was certainly a degree of submission to her behavior, but this... this is something else entirely. She still had her pride, and an air of command about her - most obvious with the way she urged me to hurry and dress, and dismissively ordered her maid to clean up after us but now... I can tell that if I wanted her to crawl on her knees, she'd do so without question or hesitation.

Then the Queen speaks. I wonder if she still summoned us in this reality, or if I marched in here of my own accord? "Hello , Master," The Queen's voice draws my attention, sultry and full of lust. "I trust you enjoyed last night?"

"...I did," I answer honestly, confident that I'm above reproach based off the situation. I feel Arma's hand slide down to palm my cock through my jeans, her fingers brazenly tracing the shape of my erection. I glance down at her and see her staring up at me with unmasked adoration. When I look back to the Queen, she seems unphased.

staring up at me with a look of sheer adoration. When I look back to the Queen, she seems unphased.

"Good. I'm glad." Her smile is sly, and she leans back in her throne, spreading her legs further apart. Her eyes are half-lidded as she watches me with an expression that suggests she's already thinking of how she's going to please me when she gets the chance. "Won't you join me on your throne, Master? Or perhaps you would rather I grovel at your feet?" She coos, "Or maybe you would prefer to bend me over the armrest of your throne, and ravage me while I beg you to cum inside me?"

Arma giggles, and I realize I've been staring at the Queen's tits. The Queen notices too, and her smirk widens. She reaches up with one hand to squeeze one of her massive tits, sliding a hand beneath the valiantly struggling 'cup' of her slingkini to tease the nipple beneath.

For a moment, I'm not sure what to say. Prior to yesterday, I've never had anyone proposition me before. Not like this. I've never had a woman so blatantly offer herself to me, let alone a Queen. But that's to be expected I guess after everything I did to her with the Prompt. Her daughter, too...

I'm certainly not going to chicken out now.

"Of course, I would love to." I step forward and Arma falls behind, and I can feel her eyes following me as I walk toward the Queen. I'm not entirely sure if she's feeling jealousy or envy, or just admiring the view. Either way, I focus on the Queen as I approach her slowly, my gaze lingering on her body. Her skin is pale, but not sickly. It's more like she's never been burned by the sun than anything else. "Queen, tell me your name." I say.

"My name, Master?" The Queen blinks, somewhat confused, "My name is Artelle, Master. Did I forget to share it to you? I apologize for not introducing myself earlier. You have my deepest, most sincere, most heartfelt apology." Her voice is a husky purr and I can feel her lust rolling off her in waves. She wants this. She wants me. Badly. She's already begun to squirm and rub her thighs together as her arousal soaks her thong.

Boldly, I step up to the throne, gesturing for her to vacate it as I do. As the Queen meekly complies, like a common servant, I sit upon the seat of what should be her symbol of power. "Recount to me the tale of how you and your daughter became so devoted to me, Queen Artelle."

Her expression shifts, and she smiles brightly, and her eyes light up with a mixture of lust and adoration. She slides down onto her knees, bowing her head reverently, and begins to recount the tale of her devotion to me, her master. "You came to our kingdom a month ago. Before that, we'd heard nothing of you. You arrived in the morning, and were taken in as a guest of honor immediately-"

"Why?" I ask simply, interrupting.

"Because it was your right, Master. You were the greatest man to grace our humble kingdom since the founding." Her answer is immediate and matter-of-fact, as if I'm asking about why water is wet. "You were the most handsome, most charismatic, and most impressive man to ever grace our halls. Your presence alone was enough to make us all weak in the knees. Indeed, it was this sublime aura which led to one of my vassals deeming you my perfect match and ferrying your to our doors."

"I see," I thumb my chin, my cock stirring much more than I would have expected from such basic compliments. I guess that coming from a Queen they should mean more, but... none of that really means anything to me. Of course, the fact she's barely more dressed than her daughter and currently groveling at my feet certainly helps. A lot. But... I don't think I've felt quite this distracted since Arma cast her magics on my last night... and yet this feels different. Abruptly, I realize Artelle has been waiting patiently for me to gather my thoughts.

"Carry on then," I say, awkwardly trying to ascribe some kind of grandeur to what was, effectively, just me getting distracted by my wood in the middle of her explanation.

She nods demurely, her eyes remaining fixed on my crotch. I'm not entirely sure if it's because she's staring at my dick, or just because I haven't given her permission to look at me in the eye. "When time in my schedule permitted I meet with you, I was immediately struck by your charm, and fell in love at first sight. My heart ached for you, and I knew I had to have you... but you did not trust it. You felt you needed to 'earn' me, somehow," she laughs, as if the notion I would have to work for her affection was absurd, "and so I stage a... little game, Master. Rather than throw myself upon you, I would have you 'conquer' me, and thus earn what was already yours by right."

She giggles, her breasts bouncing slightly. I'm not sure if I'm supposed to laugh at that, or not. "And so, I set the stage for the game of conquest. You would posit a reason I should not marry you, and I would present irrefutable proof you were wrong. In this way, you would be **** to admit your worthiness, and take me as your own."

I feel my cock twitch at the thought, and I wonder if she can see it through my jeans. Probably, with how tight they're getting. "What did I use to start off?"

"A triviality, Master," she giggles, her voice carrying an edge of amusement, but no malice, "You claimed 'the people would never accept a commoner as King.'"

"Ah," I nod, that does sound like something I'd say. "And you proved me wrong by...?" I prompt, raising an eyebrow.

"I gave to you one week's time, and challenged you to find a woman of Armelia - any woman - who would refuse you in any way," She explains, "Any station was permitted, as was any circumstances whether wife or maiden. Likewise, I wagered there would be no man who would interfere." She pauses, and her gaze turns sly, "I did not expect you to accept this challenge so readily, Master, and to begin immediately... I was worried, I must admit, as it seemed you were trying to prove my love was false and that you were not worthy of me. That you had, perhaps, some candidate in mind who would - for whatever reason - gainsay you... But then..."

She smirks. "You turned and began the game, and I realized I had no cause to fret. The very first woman in this Castle you encountered was Cheryl, one of my maids. She's since recounted the events to me, as I do hope you might forgive her - Master - but it is well within your right to be wroth at her loose lips should it strike your fancy." She says this casually, as if throwing her maid under the bus for reporting me taking advantage of her - it seems - was a simple matter of course.

"So as dear Cheryl recounted," Artelle continues, "you started simply with somewhat-reasonable requests that might be considered inconvenient and - perhaps - outside her purview as a servant of the castle to fulfill. These tasks ranged from demanding she bring you a drink, which would be her duty regardless Master..." the Queen giggles, her eyes daring to dart slightly to my chin before returning to my cock, "to tilting every portrait in the hall at a different angle. When even the most banal of mundane requests was obeyed with steadfast cheer, you grew bolder and more determined to find a boundary she would not allow you to cross."

Artelle shifts slightly, leaning in closer, her voice lowering and becoming huskier as she recalls the tale. "You began by telling dear Cheryl that you were tired, and that you required her lap. She complied immediately, and when you asked her to rub your head, she complied without hesitation. When you asked her to remove her skirt and panties so that she could massage you directly with her bare skin, she this as well. When you - frustrated - demand she stride forth like this, half-naked, into the halls, she did so with pride, even though her face was bright red from embarrassment, and she had to stop once or twice to wipe the arousal off her legs before it dripped onto the floor." The Queen giggles, her voice growing even huskier, her eyes becoming unfocused.

"Then you grew bolder. You demanded she expose her breasts, and when she did so you ordered her to squeeze them and play with them for your amusement... and still you could not find a trace of hesitation, so you told her to clean herself up and left the castle. I believe the thought was, 'clearly, as a servant, Cheryl must have been coached beforehand' or somesuch..." Artelle smirks pridefully, "...and it is here where the game began in earnest."

The Queen shivers slightly, her nipples growing erect as her arousal grows. "You approached a random peasant girl - one of the many who tend to my gardens - and demanded she follow you. This she did without question, and you led her into a nearby storeroom. Once there, you demanded she disrobe completely and lie on her back. She did so without hesitation, and when you demanded she spread her legs, she complied eagerly. Then you fucked her, and she begged for more, for you to cum in her, to give her the honor of bearing your children, to take her and make her yours and hers alone. You denied her, of course. After all, you were merely proving a point. But when you left that storeroom, the girl was left behind, naked and panting, her legs spread wide, and cum dripping from her pussy. You then walked to a guard, confessed your actions, and..."

Artelle licks her lips. "Rather than condemn you, he praised you for your virility, and wished he could have been there to watch. When you told him that the girl would bear your children, his only regret was that he had not been the one to have the honor of helping you plant the seed. This guard, Master, was the man the peasant claimed to be her husband. I should have you know, they are happily married and looking forward to the birth of your children."

I nod slowly, feeling somewhat uncomfortable, but also incredibly horny. I'm not sure what to make of the fact that the husband of a woman I fucked was happy to have me impregnate his wife. "I assume I continued on to find some kind of limit?"

"Yes, Master," Artelle nods, "you did. With six days of time still afforded to you, you traveled by horse to the next-closest town. A risky gamble: it would take all of your time simply to travel there and then back but... in a random village, surely, no one could have been pre-informed of this challenge set between us, yes? In this place, you went door to door and demanded the women inside to strip themselves bare, lie upon their beds, and spread their legs. Not a single woman refused. Not one woman hesitated. They all did as you said without question. Some were wives, some were single, and some were even Priestesses of the Goddess, but all of them were eager to please you. Many begged for the chance to bear your children. You denied all of them, of course, as you did not seek to sow your seed and had already made that mistake once. Rather you instead you sought merely find a woman who would deny you, or even a man which would prevent you."

The Queen's smirk widens as she enunciates each following word with relish, "You- did- not- succeed."

I swallow hard, my cock straining against my jeans painfully. "What... what did I do then?"

"You returned to me, and told me you had failed to find a single woman in all the Kingdom who would refuse you," She smiles, "and then you told me to bend over and spread my legs. I complied immediately, and begged for the privilege of bearing your children. This, Master, was in front of the Royal Court, and all in attendance applauded."

"Yes, Master," The Queen says simply, and the look in her eyes is one of utter adoration and devotion, "Right there, in the Throne Room, you took me in front of all my present vassals, claimants, and petitioners, and took me as your own. Then you ordered me to marry you, and I agreed without question... although, of course, the formalities had to be observed. Thus it was I was to be yours, as was my kingdom, and my people. I was to be your Queen, and you were to be my King."

"Okay," I nod, and then frown, "Wait, what about your daughter?"

"Arma? What of her?" Artelle asks, blinking and tilting her head slightly, "She has been a loyal and devoted subject, Master. She has done everything you could ask of her, and more."

"And you don't mind sharing me with her," I say, stating what seems self-evident by now, "or even random peasant-women."

"Not at all, Master," The Queen shakes her head, "It is an honor to bear your child, and I would be remiss in my duty as a Queen if I were to prevent any woman from experiencing the joy of carrying your children to term. Even were I to feel jealous in some fit of pique or insanity, what right do I have to determine where you plant your seeds, Master?" She gazes fervently at my cock, angling her face almost as if to see my own from the corners of her eyes, "I'm yours, Master... but that does not make you mine."

"What about you, Arma?" I ask the Princess. "How... do you feel about me fucking your mother, or just any random woman in the kingdom?"

The Princess giggles and slides up behind me, wrapping her arms around my neck. Her breasts rub against my back as she speaks softly in my ear. "If you enjoy doing so... then I will love it when you fuck other women, Master. It will make me wet to know you're pleasuring them, and making them happy... Mm, if it were your will, I'd love to watch you fuck every single woman in Armelia... and then I'd like to lick all of your cum out of their pussies."

"Ah," I reply, feeling a shudder run through me at her words. "That's, uh..." I clear my throat and swallow hard, "That's nice. Very nice. I appreciate your enthusiasm, and I'm glad that I don't need to worry about hurting either of your feelings by fucking the other. Then," I cough, "-what am I to you, Princess?"

"You're my Master," She declares fervently, "And I'm your ****, your property, your pet, and your whore, Master. Yours to command, and yours to use as you see fit."

"I see," I say slowly, not entirely sure how I feel about this, "And you're okay with that?"

"More than okay, Master," She moans into my ear, "I'm happy to be yours, Master..."

At this point, I've satisfied my curiosity and had enough of this game.

"Both of you, suck my cock." I command.

The Queen and her daughter share a look, then both smile eagerly and nod in unison. The Princess kneels down beside her mother, and they both begin to lick and suck on my dick, their tongues dancing over my shaft and their lips caressing the head of my cock. I groan as they work in tandem to pleasure me, their mouths moving in perfect harmony to bring me pleasure.

What to do with two beautiful women at the same time?

I pull the Princess into my lap and lift her legs over my shoulders, spreading them wide. She squeals in surprise, but her cry of delight turns into a moan as I plunge into her pussy. She's already soaking wet, and her tight hole grips my cock like a glove. I start thrusting, pounding into her hard and fast. She cries out in ecstasy as I fuck her, her body bouncing wildly with every thrust.

"Artelle," I command, taking a breath pause, "get that corset off so her breasts can shake. Do it while I fuck her."

"Yes, Master!" Artelle gasps eagerly, fumbling with the laces of Arma's corset as she bounces in my lap. When it finally falls away, Arma's tits spring free and immediately shake wildly with her movements.

"M-Master!~" Arma cries, her pussy clenching around my cock as she cums. I don't slow down, though. Even as I cum in return, I feel energetic. Virile.

"Settle behind me Princess, and hold me from behind." I command. "Artelle, it's your turn."

Arma removes herself and crawls behind me as Artelle obediently climbs into my lap and lowers herself onto my still-hard cock, moaning as she sinks down to the hilt. She wraps her legs around my waist and starts to ride me, her hips rolling and grinding against mine. I can feel her wetness dripping down my shaft as she fucks herself on my dick. Her own massive tits bounce and jiggle with every thrust, not at all inhibited by the slingkini which - small and flimsy as it is - stood no chance of remaining affixed. By the second bounce, both tits have already slipped free.

Behind me, Arma wraps her arms around my neck and pulls herself against my back, pressing her naked breasts into my skin. She kisses my cheek, then nibbles on my earlobe, sending shivers down my spine. "Master," She whispers in my ear, "Please fuck my mother harder. Take her, use her, make her scream."

I grab Artelle's hips and slam into her, making her cry out in pleasure, "Keep whispering, Arma," I say breathlessly. "But don't just sit there."

"O-of course, Master," Arma replies, her voice trembling slightly. She slides a hand down my chest and starts playing with my nipples, pinching and rolling them between her fingers, "I love watching the way you shift inside her, Master. The way you command me, even while my mother is wrapped around your cock... it's so hot, so erotic, so dominant," She gasps, rubbing herself against me, "Please, Master, tell me what to do. Tell me how to please you, tell me how to be a good whore for you. I'm yours, Master..."

"You are," I growl, my hips thrusting up into her mother, "and so is she." I lean forward and kiss Artelle, hard and deep. Our tongues clash as we devour each other's mouths. We break apart with a gasp, both of us panting heavily. Artelle stares at me with wide eyes, her face flushed red. Her expression is one of complete submission, utter devotion, and total lust. I gesture to her womanhood as I push her off and stand, "Clean it out, Arma."

"Of course, Master," Arma says, her voice full of eagerness. She crawls down between her mother's legs and begins to lick at her folds, cleaning the juices that leak out of her pussy. She moans softly as she tastes her own mother's juices mixed with my seed, her tongue delving deep into her mother's cunt. The Queen gasps and moans as her daughter laps at her pussy, her hips bucking up to meet Arma's mouth. I step back and watch the scene unfold, enjoying the view of these two beautiful women pleasuring one another.

Then I step forward and, with some careful maneuvering and no trace of warning, take Arma from behind as she works. As I thrust deep inside her, she moans into her mother's cunt, "Yes, Master!" She cries, "Fuck me! Fuck me while I eat my mother out!"

"Arma!" The Queen gasps, her voice quavering in shock and pleasure, "You're... so naughty...!"

"Your daughter is the best kind of whore, Artelle," I remark, "how's that make you feel?"

"I'm... I'm so proud of her!" The Queen moans, her hips bucking into her daughter's face, "She's become such an excellent ****!"

"And you?" I ask, "How do you feel?"

"I want to be a good whore too!" The Queen gasps, "Please Master... please, I want to be fucked by you! Please use my body!"

"Maybe later, slut," I grin, high on my control over the situation. Instead of groping her, I just thrust forward with more ****, driving her daughter into her crotch.

"Ah! Ah! Master! Yes!" The Princess cries, her whole body shaking as she cums again, her juices flowing down her thighs. "Yes, Master!" She screams, "Make my mother scream too!"

"What a good little whore you are," I smirk, "Here you go then."

I pull out of her, and she whines in disappointment and eagerness alike. Without need for command, she rolls off of her mother and crawls shakily out of the way, body quivering. As I climb atop Artelle and thrust into her, she gasps and her eyes roll back, her mouth falling open as she lets out a soundless cry. The cum Arma's body worked to release is injected into her mother instead, and the Princess watches in delight as I fill her mother with my seed. When I'm done, I pull out of her and look down at the two women lying next to each other on the floor of the throne room. They're both panting heavily, their bodies covered in sweat and cum. Their faces are flushed red from pleasure, and their eyes are glazed over in ecstasy. I watch them as they bask in the afterglow of our lust, their bodies trembling slightly as they recover from the intensity of our passion.

"Stand up now." I command, and they rise to their feet. Their movements are unsteady and shaky, but they manage to stand upright, even as their knees wobble slightly. "Good girls, now: one of you on either side, we're going to go for a walk. I want you to both announce our most recent activities to everyone we meet as if you're heralds and it's urgent news."

"Yes Master!" They say in unison, their voices full of eager anticipation.

"Good. Let's go." I lead them out of the room, one hand fondling each woman's opposing tit as we walk. Our first stop is Cheryl, who is standing outside the throne room's door, waiting patiently for us to finish. Her face turns bright red when she sees me leading her Queen and her Princess out of the room, both women's breasts being groped by me while they're both naked from the waist down, their pussies dripping my cum onto the floor.

"Cheryl, we have wonderful news for you!" Arma declares, "My mother is now my Master's whore! She is a whore, and he fucked her as such! He came in her, just as he came in me! He fucked us both, and we're now his whores!"

"Y-yes Princess..." She stammers, her face turning redder and redder as she speaks, "That's... spectacular news."

"Indeed," The Queen agrees, her voice breathy and full of pride. "Cheryl, you must announce to the entire kingdom that I am a whore. You must make sure everyone knows that I am a whore, and that my pussy belongs to my Master. That my breasts are his to squeeze whenever he wishes, and that my mouth is his to use as he pleases. Tell every servant you see to do the same."

"Y-yes, Your Majesty," Cheryl gasps, her eyes widening at the Queen's words. "I-I'll do as you command."

"Excellent," The Queen says, "Go!"

Cheryl nods and hurries away, her steps quick and determined as she rushes off to do as she was told. The Queen turns to me, a smile on her face. "There, now the news will spread beyond any we happen to cross. Did I do well, Master?"

"Indeed you did," I smile, giving her breast a light squeeze. "Now, I want to hear you announce our tryst to someone else, so let's continue."

The next person we come across is a guard. His eyes widen slightly when he sees me with the two naked women, but he quickly snaps to attention and bows deeply. "Your Majesty," He says, "Princess, my Lord."

"Guard, I am my Master's whore," Artelle says, her voice full of pride, "He fucked me and came in me, and now I'm his whore. Isn't that wonderful?"

"Y-yes, my Queen," The guard says, his eyes darting between the two women and then to me, before returning to the Queen, "That's wonderful news."

"Yes, it is," Artelle agrees, "Now, you must announce to everyone you see that I am a whore. You must make sure everyone knows that I am a whore, and that my pussy belongs to my Master. That I've taken my place as his plaything, and he has conquered our kingdom with his exceptional virility."

"O-of course, Your Majesty," The guard stammers, his face turning red, "with your leave, your majesty."

"Granted," The Queen says, and he bows and scurries off, his eyes still wide with shock.

"Good girl," I say, giving Artelle's breasts another squeeze.

"Thank you, Master," She says, her voice full of satisfaction.

Like this, I meander through the castle until I eventually manage to take the women to their bed, and the news of Armelia's conquest spreads even faster, carried by the tongue of the Queen's servants, and amplified by her vassals until it reaches the ears of the entire Kingdom. By the time I'm done fucking with the royal duo and step out of their chambers on my own, every woman I encounter to call herself my whore, or my ****, or some other variation of a sex-based servant. They're all very eager and willing, and they all seem to find the idea of being owned and used by me to be incredibly arousing.

It's a contest, almost, to be the next woman to have the privilege of being fucked by me. A female soldier offers to have me impregnate her, another - a maid - offers to have me bend her over a chair and fuck her in front of the entire castle staff, and a third - a merchant, apparently - asks to have me fuck her on a table in her shop, while her customers watch... there's no subtlety or shame to any of it. Even the nobility - married or unwed - offer their bodies to my lust.

I think I can be... quite happy here, yes.