Equality for all... and lots of sex for you!

The Queen stares, terrified, as your cock begins to stiffen, rising to its full erect length before her eyes. A slight flush begins to creep into her cheeks. You cup her chin with her hand, raising her head to look at her face. “My eyes are up here, Your Majesty,” you chuckle.

“You won’t get away with this, General,” she says, voice filled with righteous distain, obviously trying to hide her lust.

“Get away with what?” you prod, still gently cupping her chin.

She straitens her back, trying to regain self control. “You will be held accountable for your rapes one day. The Gods will not allow you to **** me and go unpunished, and neither will the people.”

You chuckle. “**** you, Your Majesty? What makes you think I’m going to **** you?” She looks confused. You sigh. “I came here to talk to you, Your Majesty. In order to have an honest conversation in which I did not have to fear for my privates, I had to… persuade… the women of your council to support me, and your daughter as well.”

“Speak your piece, then. But know this: when you have finished your misogynistic rant, you will hang for treason!”

You grab her and pull her up off her throne, holding her to your chest facing away from you by her neck and shoulder. You violently tear her regal blue dress down the front, exposing her gigantic tits, which you fondle and maul. She struggles for a moment but gives up quickly as she realizes she is no match for your physical strength. “So you show your true colors, you **** brute!” she shrieks.

“Technically, this is sexual ****,” you chuckle. You give her breast an exceptionally hard squeeze. “Molestation. It’s not **** unless I penetrate you.”

“**** nonetheless!”

“Revolutions are often violent, your majesty.”

“PIG! You and all other men must be purged! Purged I say!”

You sigh. “My Queen, let me teach you something about men and women.” You start your lecture, teasing her breasts and clit as you speak. “First of all, you need to understand that most men are not like me. When I drop my pants, women line up to suck my cock. Most men don’t have that luxury. They have to work hard and make money for women to even consider fucking them some of the time.

“In other words at no point were women slaves to men. In fact, you might say that the opposite has always been true. Marriage is a social institution designed to provide for and protect women and children, and men are and always have been expected to **** away or even die to accomplish these aims.

“However, men don’t even want to change this state of affairs. Productivity and disposability are so deeply ingrained in our masculine identity that taking away our obligation to protect defenseless women would feel wrong to us, even abhorrent. What we do want, however, and what we are entitled to, is a little FUCKING RESPECT.

Right now, in your kingdom’s courts, men are receiving harsher punishments than women who commit the same crimes. In fact, for some offences, like spousal ****, women cannot be punished at all. The very mention of **** against women in any tone but utter horror will draw the suspicion of the ‘Equality Enforcers’. Meanwhile, **** against men by women is ignored or considered funny. Women live in fear because of your ‘**** awareness’ campaigns that teach that all men are violent, even though men are more likely than women to be victims of ****. Perhaps men not more likely to be ****, but they are much, MUCH more likely to be murdered. Perhaps you think that **** is worse than ****? If that’s what you think, then you may be irredeemable. Vigilante castration is practically encouraged by your law.

And despite this, your policy casts all men as potentially evil, violent oppressors who need to be controlled for the good of society. This shit has to stop…”

The Queen does not seem to be listening. Her eyes are glued to your cock with a look of fear and awe. You should have known that words would never work. You pinch her nipple, making her moan. “Do you want to suck my cock, Your Majesty?” you whisper in her ear. Her knees go weak, but you hold her up.

“N-no, I… servicing a c-cock with my mouth, that would be d-demeaning to all women. I could never…”

“A woman is not demeaned by doing what she wants. Forget everything you know about oppression. Forget everything that Oracular cunt told you about the evils of masculinity, and think only as a woman. Now, look at my cock. Do you want to suck it?”

“Yes,” she breathes. You release her, allowing her to fall to her knees. You sit down on the throne and lean back as she takes the head of your giant cock into her mouth, tentatively swirling her tongue over the tip. You have her. She kneels, slurping eagerly on your cock in front of her council and her own daughter.

slurp “What you said about… gulp “**** rates…” mmmm slurp “… is that true?”

So she had been paying attention after all. “I can get you the ledgers if you want,” you respond.

“Perhaps…” lick “some of my policy…” slurp “may have been…” mmmmhaa “…inappropriate. I will have to…” slurp “carefully review the facts,” lick “and come to a decision. Gods, this cock is fucking huge!”

You gently push her head away from your cock. “Come sit on your rightful throne, Your Majesty,” you say, holding your dick strait up in the air. She climbs atop you, massive breasts against your face, and lines your rock hard dick up with her sopping pussy. “I need this fucking cock inside me right NOW!”

“You see! Women do need men after all.”

“Less ideology, more sex. Please?”

You smile in response. She slowly sinks downward, impaling herself inch by inch on your foot long cock. Despite her motherhood, she is still remarkably tight. “OOOOOOHHHH GOOOOOODSSS THIS COCK!” she shrieks.

“Do you like it?” you smirk playfully. “I’ve been meaning to give it to you for years but I just couldn’t find the right occasion…” She rapidly rides up and down the full length of your cock, tits bouncing all over the place.

“Oh? And I bet you’ve wanted to bury your face in my bosom for just as long. Don’t think I haven’t seen you sneaking glances at them during council meetings.”

Her tits are fucking huge and they are right in your face. You take one nipple into your mouth, sucking hard, then biting down on the tip. The Queen yelps in pain and pleasure and her pussy tightens around your cock. You move over to the other nipple, kissing, sucking, and biting.

She bites her lip. “I’ve always seen the way you look at me, even years ago when we were barely more than children. Truth be told…Oh, YES! Truth be told I’ve been tempted to… dally with you, but I didn’t want to set a bad example for my daughter or for the other women who rely on my authority.”

“Is that so?” You easily lift her off your cock and spin her around so she is facing away from you. Then you lower her back down, impaling her once more. “Take a look at those women for whom you had so much concern.” The Princess has removed her dress and is kneeling before the throne, fingers rapidly working her pussy. Her eyes are nearly glazed with lust as she watches her mother fucking herself on your massive shaft. The Executioner lies on her back, head craned back to watch you fuck the Queen while the Beastmistress, submissive to the core, licks her pussy. The guard has one hand stuffed in her mouth, gagging herself while her other hand plunges into her wet cunt, emitting slight squelching noises. She gushes all over her hand as you watch, trembling with the strength of her orgasm. All of their eyes are glued on your cock as it plunges into the Queen over and over.

Perhaps the Queen is surprised by the wanton sluttiness of the women closest to her, but either way she can no longer react to anything other than your pounding cock. You thrust up into her hard, rocking her over and over again. Finally, her cunt grips you like a vice and she screams at the top of her lungs, head thrown back as she experiences a truly explosive orgasm. She nearly falls off your lap to the floor as her orgasm wanes, waves of pleasure leaving her body too weak to move. You catch her before she falls.

“Oh Gods,” she moans quietly. “How could I have been so wrong?” You stand up, setting her chest and head on the seat of the throne face down. You plunge your cock back into her stretched slit, fucking her against her own throne from behind. She cums again almost immediately, eagerly bouncing back into your thrusts. You don’t stop or slow your relentless invasion of her pussy.

“Oh fuck,” she gasps, rubbing her clit. “Say something misogynistic and domineering.”

“How about something true? I own your pussy.”

“OH FUCK!” she screams as she has yet another orgasm. “I want to taste your cum. Please…”

Happily, you are close to the edge. You pound her with a few extra deep thrusts, then pull your cock from her stretched cunt. Shaking, your Queen kneels before you, taking the head of your cock between her full lips and sucking hard. You roar in victory, blasting a huge stream of seething spunk into her waiting mouth. She gulps your seed down eagerly, throat working as she swallows mouthful after mouthful. She falls back on her heels and the last of your load spurts onto her forehead.

For a few seconds, she simply pants. Then she looks up at you. “General. Would you please marry me?”

Well, that certainly wasn’t what you were expecting her to say. “What? Marry you?”

“I need your help reforming the Kingdom. And…” she lowers her eyes, ashamed. “…and I don’t think I can live without your cock.”

“Are you expecting me to be monogamous?”

“No.” She grasps your thick shaft with one hand, gently stroking. “As you said General, you are not like most men. You are… a conqueror. What right have I to deny you the fruits of your conquests? Why would I even want to, as long as you periodically ream my pussy like you just did? You may fuck any woman you desire, even my daughter. Even right in front of me. All I want is the exclusive ability to call myself your wife. So? Will you be my King?”

“Yes,” you say, leaning in to kiss her deeply. You can taste yourself on her lips and tongue but you don’t care. You have accomplished not only your aim to rescue the Queen from her own insanity, you have also fulfilled a childish dream you gave up on years ago. The Queen, a creature of beauty, passion, and grace, would be your wife. You invade and subjugate her mouth with your tongue and she moans passionately. When you break the kiss, she is once again breathless.

You drop down onto the Queen, now your fiancé, takes your cock into her mouth. Perhaps she is trying to prevent it from going soft, but no fear of that. If the Queen’s own gorgeous, willing, naked flesh isn’t enough to excite you then the show currently being put on by your other girls would have certainly done the trick.

The Princess lays atop the Executioner in the sixty nine position. The two beautiful young women lap at each others’ cunt’s eagerly, faces coated in each other’s juices. The Beastmistress kneels before the prone Guard, slowly pushing the hilt of the Guard’s own sword into her sopping, convulsing cunt. The Guard whimpered and fingered the Beastmistress’s asshole as she came on the hilt of her own sword.

And what put these four young, beautiful girls in such a lust filled haze? Why, your cock of course. The Queen climbs up into your lap and positions her pussy over your cock once again. She sinks down onto it with a guttural groan of pure contentment.

Victory is yours.