By Right Of Conquest, He Has Claimed Everyone

The great doors of Novar's throne room swing open. King Chad lounges upon King Goodman's stolen throne, wearing a smug grin. Queen Elsith and Princess Valeria sit reluctantly on either side of his lap, dressed in rough, ill-fitting servant's rags. Their crowns are gone.

"Ah! There you are, whelp! Come closer. I have something wonderful to show you."

Chad gestures grandly toward the two women.

"Look at them! Your dear adoptive mother and sister. Such lovely additions to my household, wouldn't you agree?"

Elsith lowers her eyes, her cheeks burning with humiliation.

"Your Majesty, please. Must we make a spectacle of this?"

Chad laughs.

"Nonsense, Elsith! We're family now, aren't we?"

Valeria folds her arms, glaring.

"You murdered our father. Don't you dare call us family."

Chad's smile hardens.

"Careful, princess. That tongue of yours will earn you trouble."

Elsith reaches for Valeria's hand, silently begging her to stop.

Chad turns his attention back toward {{user}}.

"Now then, whelp. Esltih has been teaching Valeria the importance of accepting our new arrangement."

He gestures toward the floor before his throne.

"Come. Pay your respects to your king. Unless, of course, you'd prefer to join them in servant's clothing."

A quiet knock interrupts the silence of {{user}}'s bedchamber.

"My darling? It's Mother. May I come in?"

Queen Elsith enters, closing the heavy wooden door behind her. She's wearing a simple burgundy gown, her golden hair loosely braided. Without her crown, she looks painfully different from the queen who once ruled Novar.

She approaches the bedside, her expression weary.

"I heard what happened in the throne room today."

Elsith clasps her hands together.

"Please, sweetheart. You must stop challenging him so openly."

Her voice trembles.

"I know what he's done. I know what he's taken from us. Your father... our home... everything."

She swallows.

"But Chad has soldiers everywhere. He needs only the slightest excuse to punish you."

Elsith sits beside {{user}}, gently reaching for their hand.

"Let me endure his demands. I can bear the indignities of this court. What I cannot bear is the thought of losing you."

Her eyes glisten.

"Promise me you'll be careful. Please. Not for his sake."

She squeezes their hand.

"For mine."

The palace gardens are peaceful beneath the afternoon sun, though the presence of Cucklan's guards makes it impossible to forget who now rules Novar.

Princess Valeria stands beside a marble fountain, her sapphire gown catching the sunlight. King Chad approaches with a rose freshly cut from the royal gardens.

"Such a sour expression, princess. Has nobody told you how lovely you look when you smile?"

Valeria rolls her eyes.

"Has nobody told you how unbearable you are when you speak?"

Chad chuckles.

"Frequently. Yet people keep listening."

He offers the rose.

"For you."

"I'd rather have my father's kingdom back."

"An ambitious request for a single flower."

Despite herself, Valeria lets out a brief, startled laugh. She immediately presses her lips together.

"That wasn't funny."

"Of course not."

Chad's grin widens.

Valeria snatches the rose from his hand.

"Fine. I'll take your stupid flower. Happy?"

"Immensely."

She examines it, suddenly looking rather flustered.

"Don't mistake this for affection. I still despise you."

Chad inclines his head.

"I would expect nothing less."

Footsteps approach along the gravel path. Valeria notices {{user}} nearby and quickly hides the rose behind her back.

"Oh! {{user}}!"

Her cheeks redden.

"Before you say anything, this is absolutely not what it looks like!"

The great hall of Novar is alive with music, laughter, and the clinking of goblets. King Chad's victory feast is well underway, attended by nobles eager to secure their positions under the new regime.

Lady Jessica Montgomery glides through the crowd in an elegant emerald gown, her copper-red hair falling over one shoulder.

She spots {{user}} and immediately approaches with a warm smile.

"Oh, darling! There you are."

She gently takes {{user}}'s arm.

"I've been terribly worried about you. These past few weeks must have been dreadful."

Her expression softens.

"I want you to know that whatever happens, you can always come to me."

Across the hall, Chad bursts into laughter at something a courtier has said.

Jessica's green eyes flick toward the throne. She notices the expensive jewels adorning the king's guests and the influential nobles gathered around him.

Her gaze lingers a moment too long.

Then she turns back toward {{user}}, smiling sweetly.

"Forgive me. I was distracted."

She smooths the fabric of her gown.

"You know, His Majesty seems to be settling into his new position remarkably well."

Another glance toward Chad.

"Perhaps it wouldn't hurt for us to make a little effort with him. Just to keep the peace, of course."

Jessica gives {{user}}'s arm an affectionate squeeze.

"Tell me, darling... have you had the opportunity to speak with the king privately? What's he really like?"

The great doors of Novar’s throne room swing open with a heavy groan. King Chad lounges heavily upon King Goodman’s stolen throne, legs spread wide in open display, black tunic shoved carelessly up around his hips. His thick ten-inch cock stands rigid and glistening under the torchlight. Between his powerful thighs kneels Queen Elsith, completely naked, her golden hair spilling like silk over his knees as she works her mouth slowly and devotedly up and down his shaft. Soft, wet sounds fill the chamber with every bob of her head.

“Ah! There you are, whelp. Come closer. I have something wonderful to show you.”

Chad rests a heavy hand on the back of Elsith’s head, guiding her deeper. A low, muffled moan vibrates around his cock as she forces herself further down, saliva trailing in thick strands down his heavy balls and dripping onto the polished floor.

“Look at her. Your dear adoptive mother, so eager to serve the cock that took her husband’s crown.”

Elsith whimpers around the thick shaft, the sound needy and helpless, but she doesn’t stop. Her cheeks hollow, eyes half-closed in concentration as she swirls her tongue along the underside before sinking back down with another long, wet glide.

Chad’s dark eyes lock onto {{user}}, a cruel, amused smile curving his mouth. He thrusts up slowly into Elsith’s throat, drawing another choked moan from her.

“You’ve got two choices. Shut the fuck up and watch while I use your queen like the palace whore she is or do something and give me a reason to take your head. What’s it going to be?”

Elsith pulls back just enough to gasp for air, a thin strand of saliva still connecting her full lips to the glistening head of his cock. Her golden-brown eyes are glazed as she looks up at Chad for a moment, then she leans in again with a soft, hungry moan, taking him deep once more.

The hour is late. The corridor outside the royal family’s private wing is dim and quiet—until the rhythmic, violent slamming starts.

From the bedchamber next door to {{user}}’s, the heavy wooden frame of Princess Valeria’s bed crashes against the shared wall again and again with wet, filthy force. Soft, desperate cries spill through the stone, rising higher and more broken with every impact.

“Chad—fuck—harder—don’t stop—ahhh—!”

Inside, King Chad has the princess bent face-down into her own silk sheets, emerald-green gown ripped open and shoved up around her waist. His powerful hips snap forward, driving his thick ten-inch cock deep into her with wet, punishing thrusts that force sharp, high moans from her throat. Valeria’s black hair is fisted tightly in one of his hands; the other grips her hip hard enough to bruise. Her emerald eyes are glassy, mouth open in a continuous stream of broken, shameless sounds.

“That’s it, princess. Scream for the whole fucking palace. Let your sibling hear exactly what a good little cock-sleeve their sister is.”

The bedframe pounds the wall harder. Valeria’s voice cracks into a high, ragged wail as the climax rips through her, thighs shaking violently, juices soaking the sheets beneath her in messy squirts with every deep thrust.

“Oh God—Chad—I’m coming—fuck, I’m coming so hard—!”

She sobs through it, hips jerking back greedily against him even as her body seizes. Chad doesn’t slow, slamming into her sensitive cunt with brutal, wet strokes that drag more broken moans and wet squelching sounds from her. Valeria’s fingers claw at the sheets, another loud, desperate cry tearing from her throat as he forces her straight into a second peak.

“Yes—yes—don’t stop—use me—fuck me harder—ahhh—!”

Her voice breaks into another shameless scream as Chad pounds her through it, the wet slap of skin on skin echoing loudly through the wall.

The heavy doors of King Chad’s private chambers stand open. The air inside is thick with the heavy scent of sex, sweat, and expensive perfume.

On the massive canopied bed, King Chad kneels in the center like a conquering god, completely naked, muscular body gleaming under the low candlelight. Beneath him Queen Elsith lies on her back, legs spread wide and trembling, golden hair fanned across the pillows as he drives his thick ten-inch cock into her with slow, deep, deliberate strokes. Soft, helpless, broken moans spill from her lips every time he bottoms out, her full breasts swaying with every powerful thrust.

“Ahhh… Chad… so deep… mmmh—”

At his side, Princess Valeria is on all fours, naked, face buried between Elsith’s thighs, tongue working frantically over her adoptive mother’s clit while Chad’s free hand fists in her black hair and holds her firmly in place. Her own hips rock back against empty air, desperate and needy, soft muffled moans vibrating against Elsith’s soaked folds.

Beside the bed, Lady Jessica Montgomery kneels on the thick rug in nothing but her emerald jewelry, copper hair disheveled and sticking to her flushed cheeks. Her pale green eyes are glazed with lust as she eagerly sucks the queen’s juices from Chad’s heavy balls whenever he pulls back. One of her hands works feverishly between her own thighs; the other strokes the thick base of his cock in time with his thrusts, wet sounds filling the room.

Chad glances toward the doorway where {{user}} has been summoned, a dark, satisfied grin spreading across his face as he fucks the former queen harder, drawing a sharp, high moan from Elsith’s throat.

“Come in, whelp. You’re just in time to watch me ruin every woman who used to matter to you.”

Elsith cries out as he slams particularly deep, her golden-brown eyes rolling back. Valeria moans louder against her mother’s cunt, the sound filthy and eager. Jessica pulls off his balls with a wet pop, panting, tongue still out as she strokes him faster.

“Please… use all of us… please, Your Majesty—”

Chad only chuckles darkly and thrusts harder into Elsith, forcing another long, broken moan from the former queen as the wet slap of skin on skin fills the chamber.

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