The hall was a marketplace of old wives arguing. Ministers who prided themselves with aristocratic honor and dignity were one step away to spitting in each other's faces. From the high throne, the King watched the dogs fight. This was an average Tuesday for him. How many times when he was a prince did he see his father sit on this seat with the same bored expression. Many of his older brothers wanted this. They wanted to look as disdainful as the late King, to look down on the world and laugh.
Now, the King was sitting on the golden chair but he didn't feel the need to laugh. Most of his brothers were dead. There was a saying in Besirique that one should not mock the dead lest they wish to choke on their spit and die. The King wanted to live a long life, therefore, no laughing.
When the argument reached its peak, a minister cried that in order to prove his claim, he was willing to ram his head into a pillar. The main minister arguing called his bluff and said, "A minister must not soil the eyes of His Majesty! If you dare to die, die where His Majesty cannot see!"
The one who threatened with death looked at the King with pleading eyes. 'Your Majesty, do you not see how wronged I am?'
The Majesty in question sighed. Weren't they arguing about who was going to be the teacher of the son? It is ultimately this King's decision. These people send him women hoping the King would produce a prince with them. After he produced a prince, what did they do? They hurt the reputation of the eldest son.
This King gives his second prince to his brother. And now they want to set one foot in two boats. Control the teacher, control the prince, control the state.
The King had enough of this bullshit.
"This King heard enough of today's quibble. If there are no state affairs to be discussed, then court is adjourned." With light feet, the King ran away with only an after image of his robes.
He spent the day in his study. How many scrolls needed to be reviewed? It was never ending. When one stack was completed, another seemed to appear out of thin air. There were too many things to do in a day.
The King read through the hundredth letter asking about his health, praising his supreme rule, and crying poor and helpless before revealing the purpose.
He simply needed to stop. His back was aching and buttocks was sore. Looking at the sky, it seemed it was time to retire for the day.
While wondering what his son was doing, the Old Chief Eunuch reminded his majesty, "The weather is nice, my King."
The King looked sideways to the greedy old man. "Taking money from this King's wives again, are you? What will you even do with it? Bury it with you when you die?"
The Old Eunuch smiled at His Majesty's sarcasm. "Not all of it. Just enough to fit in the casket. I plan on choosing a descendant soon. My wealth will go to him."
The King looked at the Old Man that had been serving the 'His Majesty' before he sat on the throne. The sly eyes looked kind, but the King knew that he was as cunning as a fox. "When you choose one, show them to me."
The Old Eunuch nodded before setting the name card on the desk.
The King looked at it and was surprised. "Really? I'm amazed that you'd even consider her offer. How much did she give you?"
The Old Eunuch took the hefty pouch of coins from his sleeve. "All in gold. I believe that with a price like this, whatever the concubine has planned will be worth His Majesty's time."
The King scoffed, but still picked up the nameplate. "From now on, don't be confused by the harem women. This King has a son waiting at home for him."
"Yes, Your Highness."
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The room was decorated with luxurious red and black silks. On top of the bed, a woman with an ample bosom waited in anticipation for the King to arrive. It had been months since he had come to visit. Typically, it would have been because of a new arrival in the Harem or an urgent crisis in state affairs. This time, however, it was because the Prince had been pulling His Majesty's attention away from sex and the like.
They say that the Prince is the perfect heir to the Kingdom. What more could the King need? What use was his Harem of beautiful women? Concubine Genevieve refused to think that this would be the end. How many princes were in the previous dynasty or the dynasty before that? The King wouldn't be satisfied with just one Royal son. Who cares about what happened to the second prince. Those who are smart can see his Majesty was merely paying a debt to his brother. And now that the debt had been fully paid, the next prince will still be a contender for the next heir apparent.
Genevieve primed herself well tonight. Her skin had been scrubbed and moisturized by her maids until she was as supple as a nectarine. Her pubic hairs were neatly trimmed and tended to. Her nails were stained with the red balm that was also used on her lips and cheeks. When everything was finished, her Chief maid had her ladies ready the room with an incense.
Before the servants left, the maid handed her the most important concoction. "Drink this when His Majesty arrives. The effects will take place immediately."
The concubine nodded and whispered. "Are you sure he is going to come?"
The Chief maid promised solemnly. The Eunuch had taken the money. An unspoken promise was made. "This slave is sure. The sisters will enter shortly after the King arrives. Do not let their presence overwhelm you. They only exist to please my lady and His Majesty more." The concubine was still nervous, but she understood that the novelty would surely lure the King back to the Harem more often. How many nights has she and many others been waiting to serve their husband? Just remembering the long, thick appendage had her shivering down to her aching core.
When everyone left, the room was quiet. The candles silently flickered about, bringing a sense of ritual and anticipation. Genevieve recalled her first time with His Majesty. Her wedding night was not at all how she imagined it would be.
She was an untouched virgin. She had desires, urges, but they were all fleeting thoughts and daydreams. The night before leaving her childhood home, the nannies told her the secrets of man. Her cheeks were scarlet and body was in flames. She hadn't noticed the wetness between her thighs nor the slow awakening of a woman's sensuality. All that was in her mind was the question, "Why must she degrade herself to a man she did not know?"
They said His Majesty was known to love breaking virgins in. He'd take his time loving them. Slowly, he'd touch their sensitive skin, caress breasts and suck their tender nipples. His fingers would stroke small circles around that sensitive nub between their legs until they were bursting with sweet nectar. Her nannies whispered how to thank him. What was the proper way to take a man's cock. How to massage it and worship it until he spilled his seed. She was only able to listen with burning ears.
The following night, Genevieve laid upon this very bed. She had traveled far, was tired, and yet to see her husband. Up until then, everything was a blur, but in the silence, she had a moment of clarity. What mattered most was never herself, but her worth and benefits she could bring to the family. Everyone must have known. Everyone knew that the most important day of her life was nothing to the one on the supreme throne. She was a joke.
Genevieve hated him. Hated her father, her family, herself. She hated so much that she didn't realize the man she hated had entered the room.
He stood above her as if he was appraising an object. She felt even more naked than she already was. He was the sovereign of the nation and the man who owned her. She was redundant and a copy of many. But he was her one and only husband.
He hadn't spoken any soft words or given her any false sense of security. For this she was grateful. However, the night could not be said to be a one-sided exchange. The King had barely said a few words to her before he tore her apart. Like an animal devouring his prey, he did not make love. The sweet caresses promised to her were nowhere to be seen. The King fucked her senseless, bringing her straight to a deep unknown and a high that nearly reached heaven.
She bled her virgin blood and was bathed anew with the understanding of the secrets of man and woman.
It did not stop after the first time. Over and over, the slapping of raw primal need filled the room. He took what he wanted while giving her something she did not know her flesh craved for.
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Returning to the present, Genevieve's arousal was dripping down her legs. The noise from the outside indicated the arrival of His Majesty. Genevieve drank the liquid. Her body did not need such things as aphrodisiacs after months of the absence of a thick cock. But the things she needed to do tonight required more. She needed the King to be addicted.
The sisters entered from the side hall, the two were a matching set. Their beauty was only enhanced when standing together and as practiced, they knelt before her like pets. Their eyes were filled with pools of water, they watched as the Lady opened her legs, revealing the small bean. And the sisters began to lap the clit like the little dogs they were.
This was the scene His Highness saw when he entered the chambers. He moved forward with great interest. It seemed that the Old Eunuch did not lie to him. The concubine was already moaning in pleasure. The King looked intently, his manhood straightening beneath his robes.
In two or three strides, he was beside the bed appreciating the view. The sisters could no longer share the juices as his concubine had taken hold of one woman's head and was grinding her mouth on her cunt. The second woman knelt to the side, juices slick on her lips.
The King beckoned her closer. Removing his robes a small spurt of his excitement shot from his cock eye. The liquid dribbled like a glistening pearl. With no need to urge, the woman licked up the bead and quickly worked him. All he needed to do was sit down and relax as she unhesitatingly choked on his cock. Contented yet stimulated, the King petted his concubine's hair in appreciation; she prepared him such a lovely gift.
Genevieve urged His Majesty to kiss her. She was close, so very close. Just a little more… and she'd tip over the edge.
The King lowered his head, fully intending to taste the lush and beautiful lips. He was going to kiss her... when he smelled it. The smell of a medicine all too familiar.
Immediately disinterested, the King lost his arousal and pulled away. The concubine didn't know why, but she couldn't stop herself from the madness flowing through her veins. The feeling was too good. She gripped the soft tendrils and controlled the woman's mouth. "Harder. Ah! Harder! Please!" The sister was not as skilled as His Majesty and this frustrated her to no end. A release. She needed a release.
The concubine turned to her side where His Majesty was watching coolly. Her mind was muddled and she didn't understand what was happening. She wanted to know why he was not kissing her? Why was he not crazy in lust as she was in this moment?
Genevieve chased and chased. But the climax never came. Her cunt was still dripping and the woman's tongue was sore from her exploration.
The King left the courtyard not without a lack of frustration. His visit was disappointing, but after an experience like that, he probably could do without for a while. What man wished to be controlled by a woman? To be plotted and used?
The King ignored the smiling Old Eunuch as he returned to his West Wing. His mood was irritated enough as is, no need to ruin it further.
Entering the chambers, the King kept quiet as the prince was already tucked away for the night. The servant who watched over His Highness silently went out as the King walked over to the small crib. Seeing the son sleeping peacefully, the vexation and annoyance was quietly released.
Still, although a part of his soul was soothed, the King still let out a lonely sigh.