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  Of course I had not allowed the land to fall into lawless heresy. My people were allowed to worship without having to have someone between them and their maker.

  I didn’t allow myself to think of that bloody day so long ago, or of the months that followed when everything was in an uproar. I’d quelled the fears of those who thought we would regress back to the old ways of a Godless nation, after I’d expelled all the priests and clergy.

  Instead I’d given my subjects the option to pray to their maker in the privacy of their homes. Each manse had a chapel for worship and there were learned men tasked with the duty of weddings and funerals. But gone was the grandeur and pomposity of the church that had ruled for so long.

  My people were now free to enjoy their lives without fear of some vengeful deity that was waiting at every turn to swoop down and destroy them for the slightest mishap. But now worshipped a more understanding and benevolent creator.

  Instead of a lawless, pagan society as some feared we would degenerate back to, the people had actually opened a discourse among themselves.

  Neighbors gathered together to share what they had learned or ascertained from the scriptures. There was more freedom and so a more happy and content people. It had taken some doing, but we were finally moving forward.

  The war had been fought and won, my enemies vanquished and my life had settled down to the jousts and hunting in the last few months. Mixed only with a few intermittent tours like the one just finished, when I ensured that my land was safe from marauders.

  I stayed in the hall late into night, taking in the reverie and dancing while letting myself enjoy one of those rare moments when I had nothing more pressing than my next jug of wine on my mind.

  I’d almost forgotten the two delights James had promised me by the time the night had drawn to a close.

  Upon my return to my chambers not long after taking my leave, I was pleasantly surprised to find the two lasses awaiting me. I quirked a brow at the scene before me, as I came deeper into the room.

  “And what have we here?”

  “Good eve your majesty we are your humble servants come to please you at your request.” They knelt on the bed and bowed their heads in obeisance while having their charms on display.

  “Come.” They flew off the bed to join me in the middle of the room. The fire made a mockery of their light gowns. I could see the vee between their thighs and the pink tint and high apple shape of their mouthwatering titties.

  They giggled as young girls were wont to do, but I couldn’t see a lick of shyness or uncertainty in the two as they stood for my perusal. Their hair had been let down from its torturous fashion of the day and now fell freely down their backs like spun gold.

  I studied them both, my member rising immediately. It had been quite some time since I’d enjoyed the pleasure of two females at once. Not since I’d taken the wives of two of my sworn enemies maybe a year or so ago. Bah, that had been a jolly good time for all. These two were much younger, their supple flesh promising delights unimaginable.

  “What are your names sweet damsels?” I questioned as I walked around them studying them in their innocent nightdresses that was all the more wanton for their seeming simplicity.

  “I am Avril your majesty, and I am Adele my lord.” It was not possible to tell one from the other, but no matter, my cock would soon be doing the discerning and he never cared much as long as he was dipped in something warm and sweet. Names were superfluous at a time like this.

  I moved to stand before them and lifted my arms. “Disrobe me my fair maidens.” They were only too quick to oblige, fair ripping my garments from my person. Their playful giggles in the midst of their roaming hands heated my blood.

  There was much excitement at the sight of my cock, which stood proud and at the ready. They oohed and aahed as their little hands came out to play and tease most expertly I might add.

  One of them got to her knees and sucked me into a very experienced mouth, while I swallowed the tongue of the other and played with her little titties. Oh yes, this night promised to be most pleasurable.

  The one on her knees used my rod masterfully, rolling her tongue around my tumescent tip before taking me deep into her throat again. Her sister spread her legs for my fingers as I plowed them into her and sucked on her tongue. I pulled my mouth away when the experienced girl at my feet went to work on my balls as she milked my cock expertly.

  “Do not make me spill, I want to save that honor for your little cunnies.” She pouted up at me prettily before they switched places. I was hard pressed to tell the difference. They both were very skillful and more delightfully, eager to please. This one sucked on my tongue much the same way she had my cock, like she was starved to be filled.

  “On the bed with you both, up on your knees your king wants to have some fun.” They ran to the bed and knelt with their fine arses facing me, wagging them in vulgar invitation. I stood next to the bed and ran my hands over both well formed arses and up between their thighs. I licked first one beautiful pussy, making the recipient coo with pleasure before moving on to the next for more of the same.

  Their tastes were like sweet wine on my tongue as I ate away at their quims, my tongue boring into them deeply. It was obvious that they had been fucked before. Their honeypots were deep yet tight around my tongue. Good, no messy hymen to discard of.

  I ate them one after the other going back and forth, until my cock threatened to revolt and I’d had my fill of cunny juice. Stepping up behind the first one I took her bony hips in my hands and forced my overly large cock inside her, until she made a sound of distress.

  I love that sound, the sound a woman makes when my cock splits her in two. When my cock is too big for her to take but she wants that sweet pain all the same. This one was truly a tight fit. Her vulva strained to hold my cock and the sight served only to make my rampant cock grow harder, longer.

  “Ooh your majesty, he’s ever so huge; the stories about your member have not been exaggerated.” I drilled her with deep hard thrusts one hip held firmly with one hand while the fingers of the other fucked her twin who rode them with boisterous delight.

  Though they’d been used before, they were still tight and my cock enjoyed the feel of being in a new playing field. Their language was way ahead of their years, which was something else I enjoyed. No doubt they’d heard whispers of my penchant for the more obscene when fucking.

  “Fuck me your majesty.” The one on my cock moved faster as her climax drew close. She threw her arse back hard against me taking more of my wildly fucking rod into her tight cunny. If not for my prized control she would’ve drawn my seed from me before her sister got a taste. A hard squeeze of her nipple was enough to make her scream and squeeze her tight cunny down hard on my cock.

  When she finally bathed my rod with her copious juices, I pulled out as she fell to the mattress beneath her, her little pussy well used, and entered the other one in one deep, hard stroke. “Ahhhhh.” Her scream held a tinge of pain much like her sister’s and she looked over her shoulder at me with widened eyes and hanging lips. I smiled as I fucked into her even harder.

  Now I could tell the difference, this one was a little tighter than the other and she moved quite differently as well. She was a wild bitch to be sure, as her grunts and moans and pleadings to be fucked harder by my royal cock rang out in the room.

  I spanked her ass hard and her cunny juiced as I forced more of my cock inside. Now she was really wild, tearing at the sheets and flinging her head from side to side as she chased her climax.

  Her delightful sister adjusted herself on the bed with her body under hers, her head directly under the place where we were joined. Before I knew what she was about I felt her agile tongue on my balls. I wonder where they had learned of such things? Only the best French courtesans were ever into such sport.

  When her tongue drove into my arse hole the surprise drove my cock all the way into her sister, which started her shaking uncontrollably, which set my c
ock to spitting inside her. I hadn’t even broken a sweat.

  The night was spent in what some might call debauchery. They tried their best to best me, each arguing over who got my seed last after each bout. But alas, they were no match for my randy cock. He answered the call time and again and did not waver, always rising to the task.

  We were all well spent by the time I pulled out of Avril for the last time. Or was it Adele? I have no way of knowing since I’d long since stretched both their little cunnies hours ago.

  By the time my man came to escort them from my rooms, they had to be carried. I slept very deeply that night. My juices and theirs, drying on my rod and a wan smile on my face. It’s good to be king.

  I had lots of fun fucking the twins for the next week or so, until their father got wind of what we were about and packed them off home. Oh well there was always new cunny to be had when you were the king.

  Though some whispered that I was nothing more than a satyr, nothing could be farther from the truth. I have spent the last six years securing my crown after my father’s death.

  There had been uprisings to put down, squabbles to settle and coffers to fill. I was a young man of twenty-one when this occurred. Knowing that I would one day ascend to the throne but not expecting it quite so soon I had been ill prepared. But I had more than fulfilled my duties.

  Upon my ascension to the throne there were some who viewed me as too young perhaps and untried. You see, up until then, I was thought of as little more than the skirt chasing, rabble rousing prince.

  I was young and free and had no interest in a wife, not for a few more moons at least. And fucking was the least hazardous pastime as far as I had ascertained.

  I was of course trained in all the ways of battle, as heir to the throne it was a must. I spoke three languages and could hold my own with any philosopher. All the things becoming a king.

  I was well liked by many, not so much by some, usually the elderly husbands of the young women I lured into my bed. The truth be known, more often than not they invited themselves and I, ever the obliging servant of my subjects, went out of my way to please.

  It was a wonder I haven’t spawned more bastards than I have to date. I celebrate each new birth as it was reported to me, and their mothers had no fear of their futures. They knew their king would see to them. I declare they make out better for having graced my bed than some who’d made advantageous matches.

  Chapter 5

  King Julian

  ***

  “Your majesty you must come quickly.”

  “What is it?” I did not look up from the drafts I was busy working on. It seemed I could not go one day without some kind of interruption. Not even when I locked myself away in some darkened place in the palace.

  “It’s your brother your majesty…he’s…he’s dead.” My hand stopped what it was doing as the words registered. “Where?” I did not let myself feel, instead stemming the flow of raw emotion before it started. My head was already thinking of what had to be done.

  “The forest beyond the palace. He was hunting with friends…” I didn’t hear what else was said as I was already racing from the room. Not Frederick. I had failed once again to keep one of my own safe.

  “Find my sister and secure her in her rooms under guard. Do it now.” I yelled at the poor guard who’d been loitering in the hallway. Dead, my brother was dead. Was it as innocent as it sounded or was there something else at play? One of the vagaries of being king; you suspect everything and everyone always.

  Outside everything was chaotic. Men were running to and fro giving truth to the words I’d just heard. I saw them coming and my knees threatened to give out under me.

  In the lead was Theodore Crompton who had been Frederick’s best friend since childhood. “Your majesty I’m…”

  “Give him to me.” I took the bloodied lifeless body of my brother from his arms and turned and walked away.

  My men had followed behind without me knowing. I hadn’t given any thought to them as I’d fled the palace. Though we were at peace, they never let me go two feet without a shadow. That was Nicholas’ doing, his and my little sister’s.

  She worried with a child’s worry for her adored brother the king, and he had ever looked after his friend. The two of them had cooked up this scheme one night over a game of chess while I read in a chair by the fire. To satisfy my sister and give her peace of mind, I’d given in.

  I took my brother to his rooms and laid him gently on his bed. He’d been shot through the heart. In sleep he bore the peaceful look of the boy I remembered from before our mother was gone. “Rest in peace dear brother.” I whispered the words just as the physician came in behind me.

  “Your majesty I will see to him now.” The older man who had seen to my family for almost three generations had tears in his eyes. I moved out of the way with one last look at my brother. My emotions were tightly leashed as I left the room.

  “How did this happen?” I found the men who had gone into the forest with my brother awaiting me in the outer chamber. They all looked duly crestfallen but I will deal with them later. I looked to his guards for answers.

  “Your majesty it was a most unfortunate accident. Your brother was going after a roebuck when an arrow felled him. He did not give warning that he would break away and head into the trees.”

  I listened to his explanation as I read the expressions upon the faces of the others in the room. Something didn’t feel right. My brother had been a sore disappointment in the years since our sire’s passing but one thing I knew he was good at was hunting. There’s no way my brother would’ve made such an error in judgment unless…

  “Was my brother in his cups when this happened?” Only Crompton seemed to know the answer, or was the only one willing to give it.

  “As a matter of fact he was majesty.” I turned a look on him that had him swallowing hard and taking a step back.

  “Very well.” I left the room and went back to my brother. “Your majesty I am not yet done…” I ignored the physician as I moved in close to the body. When I was through I looked at my brother one last time before leaving the room.

  ***

  I saw my dear, sweet sister in law as she sat at table with her ladies. She still looked a bit drawn and I wished to go to her but thought better of it. I had already shared my condolence when first she arrived to bury her husband.

  She stole a glance my way and I saw such sorrow there, that it tore at me. I won’t delve too deeply into why her pain should affect me thus. I had stopped longing for her a long time ago. At least I had put my longing aside, burying it deep under duty and loyalty.

  My brother had married four years ago at twenty-one to the daughter of one of our father’s greatest allies. At the time of his nuptials I had been too busy securing my throne to pay much attention to women other than the occasional roll in the hay or a quick fuck in the king’s privy chamber; but I had taken notice of her great beauty when first we met.

  It was a waste of course. I knew, but I hadn’t stepped in, hadn’t interfered. Frederick had never recovered from father’s death, believing that had he accompanied us instead of going on ahead to the palace, that he might’ve been able to do something.

  He’d never quite come back to himself since then and though I knew he wasn’t ready for marriage, I thought that maybe the girl could help him.

  It hadn’t taken long to see that there was no hope for it, but by then it was too late, and I had stayed away more and more because of the lust I bore my brother’s wife. That was something I could never do, would never want on my conscience. And the lady was above reproach so there had been no danger of her falling into my bed like so many others had.

  But now my brother was gone. Dead in an apparent accident, which I still suspected but had no proof to refute and nowhere to start looking. I have been in mourning these last few days, reliving old pains, old loss.

  The hall was a little less exuberant than was the norm as was to be expected. I wat
ched my little sister, the only family I had left. She was such a happy child for one who had suffered so much loss.

  Her mother had been lost to her before she drew her first breath, her sire when she was too young to be made an orphan, and now her beloved brother.

  “My lord there’s something afoot I think you ought to know.”

  “And what might that be?” I paid scant attention to the man at my shoulder. He was prone to hysterics and I was in no mood.

  “A plot to take the crown. They had your brother murdered. They thought to sway suspicion by not coming at you head on. They thought by removing your only heir since you have not yet fathered a legitimate son that they could remove you and no one would be the wiser.”

  His words had the ring of truth to them, but I did not give my thoughts away. I knew since the day he died that my brother had not been so foolish as they would have me believe, but I could not see the way of it. I had thought this foolishness well behind me.

  “Who?” I picked up the mug of ale at my side and took a sip as I continued to watch my sullen sister with the other young ladies of the court.

  “Crompton.” I nodded my head but said no more.

  ***

  I slipped out of the hall but of course my departure was noticed. No matter, I am the king I can do as I please. I took to the parapets outside my rooms where I was sure to be left alone.

  I paced back and forth as I put it all together in my head. Lord Hershey was given to hysterics yes, but he was also known to be loyal to the Aguilon family since my grandsire had saved him from certain death as a young lad.

  He had found great favor in the king’s court and had risen from the lowly state of the son of a blacksmith to one of the king’s men. A position in which, he has served both my sire and myself.

  His hysterics stemmed mostly from his perceived plots against the throne. He saw shadows around every corner. But this I could not ignore seeing as how I myself had doubted the truth of lord Crompton’s words on the day my brother died. No not died, murdered.