Afterwork special

Tuniklas Siyiakry had just about finished his nightly shift outside the royal bedroom. He glanced over at his two colleagues, but neither would meet his eye. It was a great honor to guard the royal bedroom during the wedding night, and they had all failed when the imperial slut had shown up and lured them away. Still, the experience had been so earth-shaking that neither three would think about anything else for a long, long while.

"NOOOO!" a desperate cry came from the bedroom. It came from a woman.

Cpl. Tanafis pointed at Yulios. "Stay here, and call for backup. Tuniklas, come with me."

They both charged their guns and ran inside the chambers.

The young queen was standing next to the bed, just a robe around her beautiful, nak-

"- focus, Tuniklas!" he told himself.

Tanafis rushed to the king, who appeared to be sleeping. Tuniklas looked around. Only a young tribute was present, in the corner. She looked terrified. He tried to smile, she looked away.

"He's dead!" the queen said.

"I woke up, and he wasn't breathing."

"Tuniklas, fetch the clerics!" his officer said, and Tuniklas ran. It was the last time he saw the queen.

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"I can't believe it worked," Stan said, and took a bite of the breakfast pie.

Serrah was pacing back and forth, not nearly as confident.

"We still have to see if the clerics agree. It was unfortunate that the king had a heart-attack. Hopefully they will not be able to find traces of the drug."

"Relax, it will be fine!" Stan said and finished his breakfast beer.

"And it was unfortunate that Laena didn't get more time to finish editing. We shouldn't have fucked her that last time."

"It was fun, though," Stan grinned.

"Yes," Serrah said, and couldn't help it. A grin formed on her face as well, but for a second.

"But still. Our lives depend on that 'evidence'."

"It'll be fine. Laena is very talented, they say. I couldn't tell it wasn't me in those shots."

"True, but still, they could do DNA-testing on the fetus in a few weeks. We don't know if it is still taboo here. It's been decades since our last good intelligence report."

"I don't know anything about that. By the way, if she is indeed pregnant with my child... will it inherit my genes? The original ones?"

"No," she laughed, "all his majesty's children have epigenetic activators in their DNA, including Yulia. Your kid will inherit your full potential, well, half of it, anyway."

"Ah... that's good, I guess," Stan said.

Serrah was silent for a while, pacing back and forth again. Stan ate a few grapes. Finally, she stopped, tears in her eyes. She was scared.

"Stan. What if they reveal our plot? We could be executed in the evening."

Stan smiled sheepishly, and stood up. Serrah had never seen anyone eat breakfast naked before, but Stan seemed to have decided that clothes was optional around her. His cock, already half-mast, pressed into her belly as he kissed her.

"Better spend our last hours wisely, then!" he said and wiped a tear from her chin.

She sighed, and eagerly pulled her shirt off. He hungrily took a nipple in his mouth.

"Men!"

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