She Breaks

Alice remembers nothing of her mother, given that she had died moments after Alice came into the world, but from the way people spoke of her, she was highly respected among her peers. Unlike many other queens who were content with their station and title, she was a schemer herself, a loyal wife to the king who aided him with wise council and warm comforts both. On occasion, Alice will see paintings and portraits of her late mother, and it'll bolster her motivation further. Her mother had laid the groundwork and sowed the seeds, and now it was time for her to see it all come to fruition.

That image of her mother was shattered like glass when Currel mentioned that she was a nun of the Sunborn. That couldn't possibly have been true... right? The rituals and ceremonies performed by the church were secretive to those not within the upper echelons, but the rumors surrounding their control and power existed in every level of the kingdom. It wasn't uncommon for Alice to hear gossip of how a maid or servant would suddenly vanish one day before being seen within the church grounds, dressed in that skimpy outfit they called a habit, all with an empty smile and numb eyes.

If the rumors of the debauchery within the halls of the cathedral were true... then how could her mother possibly be involved? Alice's **** addled mind struggled to process her thoughts, and the pleasure coursing through her body was unbearable. Currel's hands continued to to knead and massage her tits, his fingers tracing circles around her nipples as she bites her lips, trying not to moan.

This... Can't... Be... Right...

But why was it wrong? If her mother, one of the few people she respected, was a part of this, then surely there was nothing wrong with giving in. All of this endless politicking and struggling, just to carve a place for herself in a man's world... Why go through all this effort, when she could simply accept her place? This was what she wanted... wasn't it?"

"Yes... I'll join the Sunborns," Alice murmurs, no longer resisting the heat burning inside of her. Taking a deep breath, she could smell the incense making its way inside of her, filling her with a burning desire to touch and be touched. "I'll be the greatest nun..."

"That's my girl, I knew you'd choose the right path," Currel whispers, helping her to her feet so he could pull of the rest of her dress. She felt so soft and weak in his arms now, without any of the powerful and forceful demeanor that had become her trademark. Now, she was just another girl, and he knew exactly how to exploit that.

She murmurs a few incoherent words, but Currel was no longer listening. Pushing her against the table, she positions her backside towards him as her tits rub against the cold wood. Gripping her hips, he pushes his manhood forward, letting it glide between her thighs, feeling her soft folds against his shaft. His hands squeeze and pinch her soft flesh, causing her to mew and whimper from the foreign sensation that arose.

Currel could see that she was ready. Her juices leaked out of her pink slit, dripping onto her legs and pooling beneath her. The incense had done it's job, and now was his turn to reap the reward. With a soft grunt, he pushes the tip of his cock inside her, feeling her tight pussy wrap around him greedily. She gasps softly, but gives no resistance as he takes her. In her addled state, the only thing she knew was pleasure, and right now, she was being overdosed on it.

{if virgin = true}"This is your first time, isn't it?" Currel gloats, a feeling of immense satisfaction filling his chest as he began thrust in earnest, his thick shaft violating every inch of the princess as she slides back and forth on the table. "Not to worry, you'll get plenty of experience..."{elseif virgin = false}"I knew you were a slut," Currel gloats, happy to be proven right. "You're no maiden... Who did you fuck? The stablehand? Your knight? It doesn't matter... you belong to me now..."{endif}

Grabbing a handful of her golden hair, he pulls her back and smacks her backside, grinning at the red hand print that was quickly forming. A small part of him wanted to take her without the use of ****, if only so he could see her arrogant demeanor fade into submission as his cock pumped in and out, but he dismissed such foolish ideas. Just having her was enough, there was no need for theatrics.

"You're so fucking tight..." The arch-bishop growls, his cock twitching as he continues his ****. Alice's body shakes and she lets out another whimper as an orgasm tears through, her body unable to suppress its natural instincts. "You'll bear me a great child one day..."

After one final thrust, the old man's stamina was fully spent, and he could feel his seed exploding out of his cock, spilling into the princess, flooding her pussy and womb. By that point, Alice was already ****, but that didn't stop him from rubbing his messy cock against her lips, forcing her to clean him up...

"...My lady? Are you quite alright?" Alice hears as she blinks. The world was so blurry a moment ago, and she inadvertently rubs her eyes. The sweet incense was gone without trace, as if it had never existed in the first place. The arch-bishop looks at her with concern, and the princess shifts awkwardly in her seat.

Something was off. Her clothes felt off on her body, and she felt sweaty and gross all over. Her cheeks were flushed, and she felt a stickiness between her legs. What on earth had just happened?

"Perhaps you'd like another cup of-" Currels says, but he was interrupted by Alice quickly rising to her feet, her chair flopping over onto the ground.

"Apologies, I'll meet you another time," she mutters, feeling a sense of nausea overtake her. She was in danger somehow, and though she didn't understand how, she knew that she can't stay here any longer. It was as if the walls were closing in on her, and that statue of the Sun God felt as if it was staring right through her.

Without another world, she pushes open the door and leaves, her dress fluttering from her haste. She needed to return to the palace, now.