While I was still on all fours in Rennar's room, licking the semen and piss from my mother's naked, trembling body—Queen Lilia, her platinum blonde hair now a sticky, golden mess—something very different was happening in another wing of the castle.
Aiz, my fiancée, the woman I myself had offered to the guards as payment for their loyalty, was returning at that exact moment from the private bath she used after her "daily tasks."
She entered my room with a light step, still smelling of lavender soap and dried semen from the morning session with the guards. She wore only a thin white silk robe that barely covered her perfect curves:
firm, round tits, narrow waist, wide hips, and an ass that seemed made to be fucked. Her long red hair fell wet down her back, and her lips were still slightly swollen from sucking so much.
"Allen, my love… where are you?"
she called in a sweet voice, looking at the empty bed.
No one answered. The room was silent. Only the rumpled sheets and the scent of last night's sex floated in the air. Aiz frowned, confused, and opened the door. The personal guard who always watched over my wing was there, standing, with the lascivious smile I already knew too well.
"Lord Allen left a while ago with his mother, the queen,"
the guard informed her bluntly.
"They went to the east wing… to Master Rennar's room. It seems the queen is going to… apologize personally."
Aiz felt an immediate heat between her legs. She knew exactly what that meant. She smiled, biting her lower lip.
"I understand…" she whispered, her voice already sounding hoarser. "Then… while my fiancé is busy with his mother, I should reward the guards for all the work they do protecting the castle, right?"
The guard swallowed hard, his cock already hardening inside his pants.
"As you say, my lady."
Aiz didn't waste time. She walked barefoot through the corridors, the silk robe fluttering and revealing her bare thighs. She reached the guards' main hall: a wide room with high ceilings, long tables, wooden benches, and the constant smell of sweat, leather, and beer. There were more than forty guards there at that moment, some resting, others cleaning weapons, several playing cards. The moment they saw her enter, every conversation stopped.
Aiz didn't say a word. She stopped at the entrance, looked at them all with eyes shining with excitement, and slowly knelt on the cold floor. The robe opened, leaving her tits exposed. Then, like the well-trained whore she was, she placed her hands on the floor and began to crawl like a dog. Her knees and palms scraped the dirty stone. Her tits hung heavy, swinging with every movement. Her ass swayed provocatively, her already wet pussy glistening between her thighs.
The guards rose like wolves. They closed in around her. Their boots echoed. Their gazes were pure hunger.
"Look at the prince's fiancée… crawling like a bitch in heat," one laughed.
Another spat directly in her face. A thick glob of spit landed on her left cheek and slid down to her mouth. Aiz didn't stop. She kept crawling, licking the floor where the spit had fallen.
"Thank you… sir… for spitting on me…" she moaned in a broken voice. "I'm just a whore to reward you…"
A third kicked her hard in the ribs. Aiz fell sideways, moaning in pain and pleasure. Immediately she got back on all fours and continued forward.
"Thank you for the kick, sir… I deserve it… I'm the future queen but only a slut for your cocks…"
Kicks and spit rained down. One kicked her ass hard, making her buttocks turn red. Another stepped on her hand. A third spat in her red hair. Aiz thanked every blow with a broken, aroused voice:
"Thank you… thank you for treating me like the whore I am… thank you for humiliating me… my fiancé would be proud…"
A big guard with a thick beard grabbed her by the neck from behind. He lifted her off the floor like a doll. Aiz hung there, her feet barely touching the ground, her face red from the pressure. The man started slapping her mercilessly: right, left, right, left. Each slap echoed through the hall. Aiz's face swelled, her lips split, tears of pain and pleasure ran down her cheeks.
"Look at this royal whore!" he shouted as he hit her. "The cuckold prince's fiancée, getting slapped like a cheap dockside slut!"
While he slapped her, four other guards ripped the silk robe off her in one tug. She was left completely naked in the center of the hall, her body marked by kicks and spit, her tits red from the blows, her pussy dripping.
They threw her to her knees on the floor. The circle closed. More than twenty hard cocks came out of their pants, pointing at her face.
"Open your mouth, whore," ordered the one who had slapped her. "You're going to suck every cock in this hall. And while you suck, you're going to tell us how much of a whore you are."
Aiz obediently opened her mouth. The first cock went straight to the back of her throat. She started sucking desperately, saliva pouring in streams. Meanwhile, the insults rained down:
"Prince's whore…"
"Future throne fucked by guards…"
"Royal cuckquean…"
"Swallows cum better than any tavern whore…"
She sucked one after another. Twenty, twenty-five, thirty cocks. Her face was a mess of saliva, pre-cum, and tears. Every time one came in her mouth, she swallowed everything and opened again, asking for the next.
"Thank you… thank you for using my fiancée mouth…"
When she had already swallowed cum from almost all of them, they lifted her between several. They put her on a wide table. Two guards penetrated her at the same time: one in her pussy, one in her ass. Aiz screamed with pleasure. While they double-penetrated her with savage force, two more cocks entered her mouth, fucking her throat between them.
The hall filled with moans and laughter. They fucked her nonstop. They changed positions every few minutes.
They put her standing, against the wall, on the floor, on the tables. Always double penetration in pussy and ass, always two cocks in her mouth. Her body was covered in cum: inside, outside, on her face, in her red hair, on her tits, on her belly.
They came inside her again and again. Hot, thick creampies filled her womb and rectum until they overflowed. White streams poured from her pussy and ass every time they pulled a cock out.
After almost two hours of brutal use, the guards, exhausted but satisfied, carried her like a sack. Her body was completely destroyed:
face swollen and covered in dried cum, red hair stuck to her skull, tits and ass full of red hand and bite marks, pussy and asshole gaping, dripping white semen down her thighs.
They carried her to my room, the future king's room, and threw her onto my marital bed. Aiz lay on her back, legs spread, semen gushing from both holes. Her chest rose and fell rapidly. She smiled weakly, completely broken and happy.
The guards didn't leave. Five of them stayed.
"Now we're going to fuck her again… in her husband's bed," said the leader, pulling his pants down again.
They climbed onto the bed. One spread her legs and penetrated her cum-filled pussy again. Another shoved his cock into her ass. Two more put their dicks in her mouth. The fifth fucked her tits.
Aiz moaned around the cocks, her body bouncing on the bed she shared with me.
"Fuck me… in my fiancé's bed… use me like the whore I am…" she babbled between gags.
While they fucked her again with renewed force, filling her once more, I was still in Rennar's room, still unaware that my fiancée was being savagely used in our own marital bed.