A Slave in a Crown

Sometimes she had the strangest feeling, as if something was very wrong with her and her world. A fury would build in her and she would make decisive plans to fix the problem. But then he would look at her and all her desires for change would be replaced with a desire for him, as though the most important thing in her world was simply to please him.

Gaebril’s cock filled Morgase’s mind as surely as it filled her body. He lay on her bed with his hands behind his head, naked and beautiful, his dark muscles delighting her eye and his dark cock delighting her pussy as she rode him with wanton abandon. He didn’t echo her moans of pleasure as she bounced on his cock, her red-gold hair flying around her. Instead, Gaebril mused about his plans.

“It will be easy to add Cairhien to my gamebag. None of the others are interested in it. They’ve always been too eager for the quick satisfaction, with never a thought for the dangers. Move faster, slut.” A wave of pleasure coursed through Morgase’s body. She’d never liked it when men spoke crassly in her presence before, but somehow when it was Gaebril it thrilled her immensely. Her hips rose and fell at a blistering pace. “As I was saying,” Gaebril continued calmly. “Andor and Cairhien will make a fine beginning, and perhaps I will take these small lands of Far Madding and Ghealdan as well. But we will steer clear of Tear and Illian and the like. It would be better not to provoke a conflict until our power is immeasurably greater than our foe’s.”

He smiled at the thought of ruling so much land, and his smile caused Morgase to climax for the tenth time that day. She collapsed upon him, stupefied by pleasure. None of her other lovers had ever been able to do such things, not clever Thom or solid Gareth and certainly not her husband. Gaebril played her body as though it were an instrument and he a master musician. She had only room in her head for the vaguest of concerns for how many lives would be lost, Andoran and otherwise, if she went along with what he proposed.

“I have found a man to replace that fool Bryne. Hanlon is his name. He comes highly recommended. You can name him to the position at tomorrow’s court.”

Morgase frowned. Gareth Bryne. He’d been a stubborn one, but loyal. Highly experienced and highly respected. Why had she dismissed him again? “I should call Gareth back ...” she said confusedly. He hadn’t approved of Gaebril, she recalled. He’d asked her what was wrong with her and then ...

“Why would you think of that?” Gaebril tsked. “And I don’t recall telling you to stop moving.”

Sweat soaked Morgase’s body. Her muscles ached in a way they never had before, not even during her time in the White Tower, but she pushed herself up again, and began rubbing her raw sex along Gaebril’s huge, thick cock. She winced as she did so, but he didn’t care about that. He didn’t care about her ...

“Appointing a stranger to Captain-General of the Guards. It’s not the proper way,” she groaned.

Gaebril laughed. “You remind me of those prudish old fools we had whipped out of here earlier. ‘The proper way’,” he snorted derisively. “The proper way is whatever I want it to be.” The old fools he spoke of had been her friends and supporters. But she’d laughed when he ordered them birched.

“I-I don’t want to—”

“Yes you do,” he insisted, and suddenly she did.

“If these Andoran fools won’t accept my man as Captain-General of the Queen’s Guards then we shall phase out that institution and replace it with something else. You’ll order it done, won’t you, my pet?”

Disband the Queen’s Guards? Preposterous! “That is a foolish idea,” Morgase groaned, still bouncing on Gaebril’s cock.

He scowled at that and Morgase felt fear that almost stole her breath. She’d never feared a lover before. She’d never obeyed one before either, but when Gaebril told her to get off him, she moved from his lap immediately.

“You are irritating at times, wench, but I suppose the struggle adds a little spice to things,” Gaebril mused. “So long as your struggles do not get too irritating. Get on your hands and knees and present that fine ass of yours to your master.”

Morgase turned her back to him and crawled across the fine sheets of her bed, she spread her legs and arched her back, offering her wet hole for his use. She was nothing more than a receptacle for his cock, and in that moment could not imagine ever having wanted to be anything else.

Gaebril grabbed her by the hips and rammed himself home. “Tell me to spank you,” he commanded, and she could do nothing but obey.

“Spank me, master!”

He did, his hard, strong hand cracking against her soft cheek in time with the thrusts of his cock. She cried out in pain and pleasure, shame and fear.

“I wonder what your lords and ladies would think if they could see you now. Their ‘Queen’, the cocksleeve. Would they be appalled, or jealous?” Gaebril chuckled. “Perhaps, when things have gotten more stable, we can show them this side of you. Would you like that?”

Morgase was incapable of deciding what she liked and what she hated anymore. Her mind wouldn’t work properly. There was too much pleasure; it seared and blackened her thoughts.

But Gaebril didn’t care if she answered or not. “Yes. I think I shall enjoy that,” he laughed. “I will sit on the throne and summon you to me, while the whole court is assembled. You’ll be naked of course, with that pretty, gold crown on your head. We may have to tie it on though, for I’ll expect you to use your mouth energetically, to show them all, beyond a shadow of a doubt, how much you love it. Would you like that? Having your subjects watch you take my load in your mouth?”

In front of my people? I— She groaned. It feels so good.

“And you’ll keep your legs spread, so they can see how wet you are. We’ll make you squirt all over the marble, lest anyone’s vision be too poor to see what a worthless slut you are. Won’t that be fun, Morgase? Your whole court will be staring at your dirty cunt, watching you come as you suck upon my giant cock. Tell me you are looking forward to it.”

Horror flickered inside her, but that flicker was buried beneath an unnatural desire. “Yes! Yes, Gaebril!” she cried as he fucked her utterly. “Yes, master!”

“That’s what I like to hear,” he said in a voice of purest satisfaction. He hilted inside her and she felt her womb being flooded with his hot seed. The come pouring through her body washed away her thoughts and Morgase fell forward on the bed, used and abused and incapable of wanting to be anything but.