Fate awakens to a surprise.

Something sounded very wet. And something also felt really good.

“That’s it, just like I showed you,” a voice said from beside Fate.

Then he heard the hum of another voice below him, except he didn’t just hear it, he felt it too, and it felt amazing. Another wet sound, a slurping noise? Something was sucking him, sucking his…

His eyes shot open, he was suddenly staring at a vaulted ceiling, laying on an extremely comfortable bed. He felt a presence to his left and also a weight on his legs. He turned his head left first, immediately shocked to see the almost naked form of the winged woman from the throne room. She was kneeling down next to him on the bed, looking at whatever was weighing down his lower half.

“Good morning,” she greeted with a very slight smile. “You passed out for a few hours, you’re in the Dark King’s royal chambers.”

The slurping noise suddenly got louder, and another hum almost like a moan, came from his groin. It was then that Fate looked down and saw something that nearly made him pass out again.

It was a vision that he had only seen before in his wildest dreams. Laying on the bed by his legs, her head bobbing up and down as her lips dragged themselves along his stiff cock, was the princess of Syldon, the woman Fate had been stricken with since the moment he had met her, Aria.

He could feel her sizeable and naked breasts against his thighs, and her center-parted strawberry blonde hair was falling over her face in a wavy curtain. She brought one of her delicate hands up to brush a rose-golden lock out of her blushing face to make sparkling aqua-blue eye contact with him.

“Y-your highness!” Fate exclaimed and tried to move, but the dark-haired woman put a hand on his chest.

“Don’t move, you haven’t quite fully recovered yet.”

“What manner of twisted illusion is this?” Fate asked the woman, “I would not have you taunt me by sullying the image of Princess of Syldon like this!”

“Mmm yes, please sully me…” Aria removed Fate’s cock and moaned these words before sliding it all the way back in. All of his anger seemed to melt as he felt her sheath his entire length in her mouth.

“This is no illusion,” the woman replied, “and the irony is that Aria desperately wants to be disrespected. Isn’t that right you filthy whore of a princess?” She reached over and caressed Aria’s cheek, who then moaned.

Fate was so shocked by the way the woman was talking to her that he could scarcely muster the initiative to object.

“And look at you, sucking a man’s root before you’ve even been officially been wed to him. Before he’s even taken your virginity, even,” she continued taunting the princess, who seemed to be enjoying the harsh words. A fact that Fate was finding increasingly difficult to ignore, especially since each new barrage of teasing came with more intense treatment of his “root”.

“What is the meaning of this?” Fate asked, weakly.

“It would seem that there were a great many things about your kingdom you did not know,” the woman began, “starting with your princess here. As it turns out, Aria is quite the masochist. She has spent her whole life fantasizing and desperately hoping to become an abused damsel in distress. So, when the kingdom of Syldon became so **** to avoid the wrath of the Dark King that they decided to arrange a marriage with their very own princess, she was more than happy to be bartered away to the evil tyrant to suffer whatever dark pleasures he would levee upon her.”

Fate looked at the princess, “Is this true?” he asked.

She removed his cock from her mouth to reply, the cold northern air sending a chill down his spine thanks to his cock being wet with saliva, “No, of course not. I was **** here against my will, and this evil lady made me do… this…” But Fate could hear it plain as day. There was no conviction in her voice, her response was weak with almost childishly poor acting. Especially since she wasted no time in immediately plunging his length back into her mouth without any direction to do so. And the way she was sucking on him was as though this was her favorite thing in the world further made the point clear.

A shade of darkness fell over him. Not only was Syldon not intending to do anything to stop the Dark King, they were actually going to appease him to avoid his wrath. They were cowards, all of them. The king of Syldon even offered up his youngest daughter as a bargaining chip.

The woman beside him placed a hand on his shoulder reassuringly, “Sit back and relax for a bit, enjoy yourself for a minute and we can talk once you’ve finished. Just think, the princess of your kingdom is servicing you, something I’m sure you’ve always fantasized about. Now it is your reality. Let the worries of your current predicament melt away for a few minutes.”

It was something he could not deny, this was quite literally a dream come true. His father had always used to tell him that sometimes it was best to let the current carry you instead of fight against it, and he supposed now was one of those times. He focused instead on the wonderful feeling and view of his beloved princess sliding her soft lips along his engorged member, which may have grown some as part of his transformation, he realized.

“There, just relax,” the woman beside him said, bringing one of her hands to his chest to trace circles in its well-built physique idly.

Aria whimpered slightly and removed his member, “Please, Sir Fate, my whole body is burning up, I need you to save me with your medicine.”

This was too much, and almost the moment she slid his rod back into her mouth, he burst. Long, thick ropes of his seed began filling it up, making her squeak with surprise but also no small degree of delight.

“There we are,” the dark woman encouraged, “now remember what I taught you, swallow it all and don’t let it spill.”

The woman hadn’t even finished her sentence before Aria began swallowing diligently and rapidly, almost desperately drinking everything that came out of Fate’s throbbing cock.

“What did I tell you? I’ve seen prostitutes less slutty than her,” the woman said, giggling, “so **** for your ‘medicine’.” She then looked at Fate and gave him a subtle but wicked smile.

“Stop, speaking to her like that,” Fate protested, his ejaculation still going and the sounds of Aria’s **** gulping echoing through the chamber.

“It is how she prefers to be spoken to. Isn’t that right, princess?”

Aria suddenly made eye contact with Fate, and though on the surface she looked distressed, her eyes were practically screaming an affirmative.

Fate let out a grunt of distress as his climax was coming to an end. Why did it feel like out of everyone in the room he was the only one who was being tormented? He collapsed into the bed, panting and trying to fight back tears. Was this truly what the princess wanted? Is this who she really was?

He looked to her as she released herself from his softening member, and she made eye contact once again, “You must think so ill of me, sir knight. You have been protecting and fighting for a harlot all these years.”

“I... no I... I don’t know how to feel,” he admitted.

“Try being relieved, for starters,” the woman said.

Fate shot her a look filled with outrage, “Why?”

“Because if not for you slaying the Dark King, the princess would have ended up in his hands instead of yours. And trust me when I say it is far better for Aria that you are the one she is going to marry, as you actually seem to care for her.”

Fate hadn’t considered that.

“The next thing you should feel is pride. This gorgeous woman is showing you who she truly is. The woman you love is comfortable enough to show you her true colors. I’m willing to wager that she has always felt infatuated with you.”

“I was!” Aria suddenly blurted, “Sir Fate! I have always loved you, and always wanted to be by your side. But I was afraid of what you might think if you knew... the real me.” She blushed and brought her finger up to her lips to bite it nervously.

“But, she said you wanted to be here,” Fate said.

“I… I didn’t have a choice,” she said, shrinking down somewhat. It hurt Fate to see her like that, and he immediately felt a pang of guilt and shame at his comment.

“There is a marked difference between wanting to be here and making the most of the situation. There was little she could have done to avoid her fate,” the woman said. “But clearly there are some complicated emotions running amok in the room at the moment, I shall spare you from having this conversation now and in front of me. Aria go ahead and have the guard outside the door escort you to my chambers, I’m going to have my own little chat with Fate, and he can come see you afterwards.”

Aria nodded, “Okay.” But before she stood up, she leveled her glittering aqua-blue eyes on Fate, “Please say you don’t hate me. It would break my heart and… and that is a pain I would not enjoy…” she added this last bit in a small and **** voice.

The knight shook his head fiercely, “No! I do not hate you; I swear it.”

She smiled slightly and then got up and made her way to the door. Even from behind her figure was a sight to behold. Once she had disappeared completely, a silence fell over the room. It was time to get answers.