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Gwendolyn was awash in feelings of comfort and happiness. It had been too long since she had felt such a thing. Even living back in Ragnanival as a princess, she was still a warrior in service of Odin, and much weighed on her mind back then. Living in exile, she was still granted a castle to stay in, and enjoyed all the luxuries of royalty. And even then, she still had a cause to fight for.

But as she roused from her slumber, none of that could begin to bother her. It was like all of it had been burned away in a single moment, leaving nothing of her old self behind. It would be improper it didn't bother her, more that it couldn't. The only thing she was aware of, her naked body in an ocean of sheets and blankets, was a bliss she had never felt before in her entire life.

As she came to, she was puzzled at her surroundings. She rose up to get a better look at it. It was the interior of a palace and that was strange enough after her exile, but it was a palace she had never seen before. It was so orange that it might as well have been gold, and everything was finely furnished too, urns of the highest quality with elaborate designs that held blue roses, curtains that shimmered over glass doorways that led outside to what undoubtedly a balcony where a fine warm air blew in, and there were the most beautiful paintings too. Paintings of a silver haired beauty, some merely of her face in profile, and others of her naked, holding only a spear to keep her modesty.

Paintings of her.

Gwendolyn quickly remembered everything that had happened. After her first bout of hot sex with Onyx, the both of them had to take a breather. Her naked body lying on the rocky surface of Volkenon, she barely registered any discomfort, the only thing she could feel was a euphoria that had blasted away all of her concerns. As she was staring up at Volkenon’s dark sky, she saw Onyx standing above her, naked, his stiff penis hanging out and slathered in mix of his thick spooge and her wet pussy juices.

“Come my queen. Clean me off.”

It took her awhile to rise up because that's how exhausted she was. But determined to please her new husband, she stood up on her knees. Closing her eyes, she took the end of his phallus into his mouth and began nursing the tip with his mouth.

The lewd taste was unlike anything else she had ever tasted. Even after eating pussy for the first time and already having gotten a taste of his cock, she was unprepared for the mix of his jizz and her own nectar. But just as she began to think on the strange flavor, she closed her eyes and nursed the end of it with her mouth, sucking on it tenderly like a small animal nibbling on fruit.

It wasn't long before she went further. Slowly taking the rest of the cockhead into her mouth, she would move her head around to make it more comfortable for her. She wasn't ready to full go down on his whole prick nor did she, but that was fine for Onyx. After all that sex, his member was very sensitive and he was feeling it most of all in the end of his prick. It wasn't long before he was fully hard again.

And he was feeling it. As soon as his member was at full extension, he sucked in his breath and grit his teeth, another nut fast approaching. Just as Gwendolyn was ready to go further, he blew another load straight into her mouth. She jumped up a bit, but didn't take her mouth off his penis, instead swallowing every drop of jizz that landed inside her. Once he was finished, she moved her head back, his penis falling out of her mouth. She closed her eyes, a small stream of jizz oozing down her lips.

Before he could command her again, she let her tongue out and licked all over his dick. Onyx groaned in satisfaction as she worshipped his prick with her mouth, cleaning up every bit of slime on his shaft. Once his genitals were spotless, she still sat there on her knees, staring at it.

Leaning forward, he cupped her face and she looked up at him. She saw him staring down at her, alongside the other two Vulcans. They all smiled at her like devils.

“It is time for us to retire this night,” he said. “A queen deserves her privacy, don't you think?”

She stood up on her own. A wild giddiness filled her up, the two Vulcans were touching all over her, grabbing her ass and kissing and licking all over her face and her body, taunting her about how much better she tasted with Onyx's cum fresh in her mouth, as the three of them followed him. She didn't know how long the walk was, her memory was scant, all she remembered was that it was too long, that's how bad the heat in her body was, and she would have had a threesome with the Vulcans right then and there if not for her king beckoning her.

Then she was in a bed with all three of them. She felt her braids being undone, felt all of them touching and playing with her hair, laughing as if she was a thing rather than a person and she did nothing to fight it. The two Vulcans touched and licked her naked flesh as they pleased, she sucked their tits and ate their cunts at the same time Onyx himself was drilling her pussy over and over again to his heart's content. At first her memories were a haze but she soon remembered every bit of it. It was long and at the time all she could think was that it was all too good and when she fell asleep, she did it with a song in her heart.

That only left her in the present. The wonders of her current surroundings did not look the same. Namely the bed. She noticed the blankets were a mess, and saw that they barely covered her nakedness at all. Embarrassed, she covered up her breasts with her hands in a reflexive attempt at modesty.

Only as soon as she felt her nipples, she felt metal too. Looking down at them again, she remembered her golden nipple piercings. She felt for her crown, saw that it was laying on the floor, even with all the fighting she did on the regular, they must have gotten up to it good last night if it had fallen off her head so carelessly. Her carefully done braids were scattered down into long tresses. As she reflected on it all, she remembered that in the orgy last night, all three of her new lovers had taken turns sucking her tits, totally unconcerned with the nipple piercings.

A new burning swelled up in her breast and in her vagina. Gwendolyn felt far more coherent now than when that aphrodisiac had been forced down her throat, and yet she still burned with a shameful need to be touched again, a side effect of being used and brought to climax over and over again. So much so that despite the insanity of last night, the urge to find her Psypher and leave was not as strong as it should have been. She only remembered Oswald at the last minute, her true husband still needed her. Whatever shameful lust she struggled with blew away in an instant.

Not soon enough. She felt another stirring in the blankets around her. When she had woken up, she had raised her torso up to better check her surroundings, not even bothering to look around her. She had forgotten there were others sharing the bed with her. Before she could look, she felt a stray finger playfully run down her back.

She jumped up in alarm. Looking back, she saw it was one of the Vulcans, already wide awake. She had a devious smile on her face. In her side vision, Gwendolyn could see her sister still sleeping. It shook her a little bit to see they were both in their neutral state. But there was no confusion, she knew this one was the transformed one from last night.

Gwendolyn’s face blushed and she turned away in sheer embarrassment. Not that the Vulcan cared, she kissed her right on the mouth, pushing her tongue right in there. Gwendolyn pulled away, but the other woman wasn’t having it, and yanked on the rings in her nipples. The feeling of the metal moving in between her flesh this early sent a jolt of strange pleasure inside her and she hated it. Not that she could really focus on that shame, not when this woman was kissing her so fast, indulging in her pleasures without a whim for Gwendolyn’s comfort.

When their lips parted, the Vulcan smiled. “Good morning you little minx,” she said. “Did you dream of me last night?”

The antics of these two sisters before her wedding and one of them coming onto her now had made her forget all about the man who she shared nuptials with last night. Not that she could for long, not when she felt one of his big hands touch her bare shoulder. She winced, remembering the deal she had made.

“If she did, then it was nothing compared to me,” he said, having raised himself up so that he was right beside her. Even that early in a place like this one, his voice was booming. “A wife could never forget her husband, could she?”

Gwendolyn looked down, away from both of them. She wanted to scream that Oswald was her husband, but here and naked alone with these three, she knew that wasn’t wise. She also knew that after having done everything she did that she would only look stupid doing so. Painfully aware of her nakedness, she only held her hands around her breasts. Only to be reminded that her nipples were still pierced. Onyx’s wedding rings.

Onyx sensed her hesitation and held no concern for such things. Moving her mane of hair to the side, he kissed her shoulders and up to her neck. She turned her face away from him, not wanting to look at him. Even as she tried to ignore him, that dark heat was already beginning to burn inside her once more. The Vulcan had awakened it, but he was whipping it into a firestorm, taking his time very slowly with her unlike the more exuberant woman. It was almost gentle, exactly the way she liked it, if not for how she knew what sort of man he was. The more she tried to resist, she felt his kisses so much stronger, his tongue, his teeth, he chomped down on her like he owned her. That same desire that had blown away slowly returned.

It would get worse. Unconcerned with his wife’s token attempts at resistance, he cupped her chin and made her look at him. His smile was as smug as ever and the sheer disregard in his eyes was naked for her to see. Nothing like Oswald.

It didn’t stop her from doing nothing as he kissed on the lips. After the Vulcan took her so roughly, she kept her mouth shut as he rubbed his lips on hers, hoped that she would come off as annoyed rather than a doll for him to play with. Naturally he wouldn’t have it, a man like him so aggressive from the beginning, he pushed his tongue into her mouth and coiled it around so slowly. The exact opposite of that sister, very precise and deliberate.

She was aware that she was a hostage, that all of it was being done against her will. In her position she could do nothing but let him touch her as he pleased. Gwendolyn hated feeling so powerless with him, knowing that once again she was at his mercy. She was thankful that aphrodisiac was long out of her system and was able to remain calm.

And yet the heat in her body still grew hotter. Pressing his hands onto hers, he moved them to knead her breasts with that same slow and measured pace. There was a faint stirring in her heart, she knew why it was happening, not only was she defenseless and in his power, he knew exactly how to touch a woman and play her just right, even as she knew what he was about.

Clasping her fingers, he moved her hands aside, and pulled away the blanket. Her chest exposed again, she felt her modesty violated, and then he was pressing up on them with his large palms, he took the rings in between his fingers and pulled on them very slightly. She moaned in their kiss before she realized it, it was such a slow tease compared to the way the other woman yanked on the ring, she was forced to endure the novel sensations of pleasure at that metal moving in her nipples. Gwendolyn knew he would only get worse if she didn’t comply.

She had no choice but to move her tongue back on his. But unlike the forced pleasure driven into her by the aggressive Vulcans, now there was a strange euphoria at being forced to submit to him. Memories of their wedding kiss flooded her mind, at everything he had done to her afterwards. More than the wetness stirring in her twat, she felt her nipples hardening on her own palms. Despite the indignity of her situation, she starting growing comfortable with what was going on. She knew she should have been able to fight, and yet knowing she could not, only blamed herself for it.

Gwendolyn heard the Vulcan giggling. She was so ashamed for being turned on by something so wrong, she thought of Oswald and hoped that he was doing okay. She had done all of this for him. But as she had to keep up the act, her tongue becoming just as fast as Onyx’s and meeting his every single time, the noises they were making were so loud and anyone seeing them would not think she had any other motive other than her own pleasure. And there was indeed something else burning inside of her more than duty.

When their lips parted, there was no hint of shame or fight on her face anymore. Not a proud valkyrie, just a little princess, her cheeks tinged crimson. Licking his own lips, savoring her taste, he released her breasts now yearning for his touch. He said in a quieter voice, still quite loud but notably hushed for a man like him, “Good morning my beloved. I enjoyed last night very much.”

Gwendolyn turned away from him. Those words cut her to the core, and he knew it. For all her pride and loyalties, there was no way she could forget her nuptials. Her current surroundings seemed a blur as she remembered all of it with that much more intensity.

Her silence did not disturb him. Cupping her chin, he moved his hand down to her flat stomach. “And I will come to enjoy other things more than that. I have long wanted a royal heir. You Gwendolyn, will bear my seed.”

“That, that is…” Her body burned with a deep shame at his words that was only equaled by the cravings that stirred inside her cunt. She tried to deny it, to curse it, and that only made the flame spread throughout the rest of her body.

“Did you only think I wanted you for your flesh? If I only wanted such a small thing, my sisters here dressing up as you would have sufficed. No, I crave far more. Perhaps last night was enough to make you the mother of my children. But we have so many opportunities to make it certain, don’t we?”

“But Inferno King…”

“You still fear to use my name?” That constant look of arrogance on his face softened and he almost looked gentle even as there was still a predatory gleam in his eyes. Cupping her cheek, he felt the heat on her face. He caressed one of her shapely muscular thighs, and then moved it dangerously close to her vagina, now very warm and moist.

Horribly embarrassed, Gwendolyn held the blanket back up. He was not worried. “Do not worry. In the times to come, I will give you reason to use my name.” He grabbed both of her breasts through the blanket, and though as he didn’t touch her skin directly, her chest burned with fire.

He chuckled and then looking her straight in the eyes, he growled, “I will make you scream it.”

By now the other Vulcan had awoken. Joining them she said, “Did you decide to leave me out?”

“No sister, we’re just beginning,” said the other one. “And she’s still so shy around her husband. We might need to open her up again.”

He was still looking straight at Gwendolyn. “If the kingdom did not require it’s king to become a dragonslayer, I would have liked to see that very much,” said Onyx. “But then again, I tasted the fruits of your work last night, didn’t I? And it was very enjoyable, having her for myself as well as seeing both of you take her again was most sweet indeed. As curious as I am to see a repeat of your first experience now, I also want something myself. This time I will have her first.” He narrowed his eyes at Gwendolyn. “I will make you cry like my child you will be the mother to.” Not turning his head, his eyes flicked to the side to regard his sisters. “And then you can clean up my queen.”

The two Vulcans were giddy with joy at that. Looking directly back at Gwendolyn, he pulled the blanket aside with no regard for her modesty. Before she could react, he played with her hard nipples with his fingers. As appetizing as they looked, those nipple rings twinkled in his sight. A far more worthy token of affection than any wedding ring.

She bit her lip, anger and shameful lust boiling up inside her. She felt words ready to erupt in her throat, something to tell him off. She would not have that chance, for he grabbed the small of her back and pulled her close, sucking on her breasts. Gwendolyn shrieked, the pleasure he burned inside of her mouth from sucking face was a rough morning wake up call, but it was nothing compared to him eating her breasts. He was unconcerned with her piercings, she felt them moving within her nipples as he slurped on her teats. That wanton aggression floored Gwendolyn so much that she had to hold onto him for support and before she realized it, she was crying so loud that she sounded like a maiden in sheer longing.

There were others ready to answer her call. One of the Vulcans grabbed her face and pulled her into a wet kiss. Her body already betraying her so fast, Gwendolyn’s tongue was flicking back on hers in a frenzied kiss. One night was all it had taken to change her so fast.

Onyx had felt her nipple getting hard in his mouth. Grabbing the ring of the other breast, he pulled back on it and the flesh in his mouth quivered even more. He wasn’t unaware of how badly she was snogging with one of the Vulcans, but looking up, Gwendolyn was going at it with her so bad that he could see the throat muscles twisting around in her neck. He didn’t fail to notice the other Vulcan getting impatient either. He mouthed at her, Pull on her rings.

The woman smiled wickedly. Onyx chuckled himself, as much as he enjoyed tormenting his new wife’s chest, there was something else he was looking to get a meal of this time. He lowered himself, situating himself until he was face first with her naked pussy. She was still wearing her sexy little wedding dress, in all that commotion last night it had hiked up so her ass was hanging out and her husband was very eager on fondling her cheeks, luscious and bouncy with hard muscle. Underneath, her bare vulva was plumped up and moist all over, and it went without saying that he was plenty hard himself. But instead of taking her, now he was in the mood for a different kind of feast.

The instant Onyx’s tongue darted to the end of her vagina, Gwendolyn screeched so harshly that she had to break that kiss with the Vulcan. Looking down on him, his face deep in her cunt, it only made her more turned on. Not to mention that each and every second of it, he was getting more and more ferocious with his clamdiving. Soon she was full on screaming.

Gwendolyn’s voice broke in her throat when she felt a pair of hands on her teats. The other Vulcan had grabbed them and started pulling on the rings in earnest. With her pussy getting snacked on at the same time, she was pushed to a sudden orgasm. The impact of her climax was so strong that she would have fallen forward if not for those hands holding her up.

She heard the two sisters giggling to themselves. Feeling so jittery, Gwendolyn set her hands on the flat wall of the headboard in front of her. It was her best attempt at remaining stable but with not only her pussy getting eaten out but a pair of hands working her teats and pulling at those rings, it wasn’t so easy. Leaning forth on this man’s lap in a posture beneath her, and her body being played with, her warrior’s pride was burning with rage.

It was begging her to find her Psypher and run all three of them through. She faintly heard the voice of that bird again. She said that these three were naked just as much as she was. They were all so easily vulnerable. The idea warmed something in her beyond any appetite that was growing inside her flesh. Onyx’s grip on her womanly hips was not that strong, he was far too occupied with eating her out. She could do it.

But just as she seriously started to consider it, she felt a finger probe her asscheeks. Far hotter than the touch of the Vulcan who was playing with her nipples, she looked back and saw that this woman had transformed. Her glowing red eyes looked especially cruel and then she pushed her digit further straight into Gwendolyn’s rosebud.

The feeling inside her vagina suddenly sparked up. She didn’t know if it was Onyx’s tongue licking inside her just right or that woman’s finger piercing through sent a chain reaction to the other end of her nether regions, but her hold on the headboard grew that much weaker. Her fingers felt jittery and she felt like she was going to collapse.

Her nipples were still being pulled on. With no other choice, Gwendolyn threw her torso back with all her might, positioning herself upward. That pleased the two women who fondled her naughty bits even more. That tongue working her twat was driving even stronger feelings into her body. Left with no other choice she humped his face at an alarming speed.

Gwendolyn was quite the catch. Not only did she bear a warrior’s physique but her body was also as shapely as a man could want. When she took to facefucking him so fast, he only grabbed that big ass of hers and moved her back and forth even harder. Those golden wings stretched outward again, a symbol of her wild glee and her reason banished to nothingness even past the netherworld’s grasp. He felt her torso tensing up, heard her whimpers escalate to a high pitch, there was nothing as eloquent as the royal tone of a princess. Just a depraved slut lost in her pleasure.

Eventually Gwendolyn did collapse forward. She had barely caught herself, her torso was laying entirely forward, the strength in her arms was the only thing keeping her up and even then Onyx knew that wouldn’t last much longer. Feeling her trembling on top of him, he had enough fun tormenting her. And he wanted something else too.

Setting her down on the bed where he had lain, he looked down at her naked form lying supine. Her eyes were blazed out, her mouth hung open making small whimpers, and her chest heaved fast with her frantic breaths. Saw fresh bite marks on her neck and her shoulders, her nipples thick and swollen, all no doubt thanks to his lovely sisters as he in turn had feasted on her vagina. Cradling her skull under her mane of silver hair, her body relaxed in his hands and then his lips found hers again. Gwendolyn kissed him back without complaint, he felt something of resistance earlier in their first morning kiss. But now she did it willingly, matching his tempo with every second.

After several minutes of them going at it, their lips broke again. Gwendolyn stared up at him. She couldn’t find the words to speak, not after everything that had happened. Her body felt like it was out of her control. He took her nipples in between his fingers and gingerly touched them, after recent events it felt almost gentle. The slow masterstrokes in each touch, she started crying out, shuddering under his touch.

“Please…” she sobbed in a pathetic wail.

Onyx smiled. “Please what…?”

She heard that bird again. But it only seemed like a nagging chirping rather than anything resembling words. In sound mind, the Inferno King held her sole attention.

“Please be gentle…”

In her ruined state, it must have taken her all her effort to say that. Taking her hand and kissing it, he actually did look like a gentleman. But there was a subtle aggression in the way he did it too, a conqueror putting on a gentle side when he wanted to.

He only said, “As you wish.”

Gwendolyn let out a long dull groan as she felt his meat fit itself inside of her. After he ate her out well beyond her satisfaction, the pressure of that massive thing entering her womanhood right after had her squirming on the bed. Hovering on top of her, Onyx wasn’t holding her like when he had eaten his breakfast. She did her best to remain still but it wasn’t long before she was squirming uncontrollably. He on the other hand still edged himself in as slow as possible. It was an impressive show of willpower on his part considering he had been aching for some action since waking up and now he was getting it.

Not to mention that she was so much tighter now. Gwendolyn had been a virgin up until last night, and he and his sisters made sure to have their fill of her. But as he settled his hard meat fully within her insides, all he could think was that she was so much tighter now than ever. This domineering man had took pride in keeping himself restrained as long as he had, but those walls crushing his thick cock as they pushed back on her wet folds were tasting his sense of discipline.

Then he moved back and forth. Slowly at first, it wasn’t long before the sweet friction had him moving at a gradually faster pace with each thrust. Gwendolyn wasn’t faring much better either, she was digging her fingers into the bedsheets from the intense feelings rocking her cunt. But she was far more wild about it, moving her hips all over the place.

Onyx wanted to make it so much worse. Seeing the love marks left on her skin by his sisters, he kissed all over them, gently sucking on them with his lips. Gwendolyn was practically hyperventilating from him softly stroking such tender spots, it hurt just as much as it felt good. The way they were both going at it and that cock stabbing inside her, it felt like it was going to tear her apart.

She gasped when he bit into one of the hickeys. The pain was sharp but then he was sucking on the small wound, it was enough to make her want to melt. Just as she thought that, he bit down on another one of the tender spots and together with them still rocking hard on each other, she was pushed to a climax. He bit down just a little harder on that already sensitive spot from the way her pussy was milking at his dick lodged inside of her.

He looked up at her. Locking eyes, there was no question of what she wanted. Sticking their tongues out again, they hungrily flicked them together as they continued to go at it. While they were making out hardcore, he grabbed her massive teats and kneaded them with strength. The heat and sweat coming off them was so hot. Taking her nipple rings into his hands, pulled on them roughly before he would relent on his grasp, massaging the full volume of her breasts again.

Gwendolyn lost it at that point. Just like last night, she wound herself back around him, clinging to him in a full state of sexual submission. The cushion of the mattress was comfortable by far compared to the rocky surface of Volkenon’s floor. Those memories burned in her mind and now already sped on by this morning foreplay, she was fast wanting nothing else.

Onyx’s skin was still fresh after they had done it last night, but the way she was holding him was far more passionate now. Each movement between them, her teats fully rubbed up on his muscular chest and her hips joined with his. Indeed with her under him, he felt like he was being held by a small and frenzied infant yearning for her father’s touch. He knew of her daddy issues thanks to someone as duplicitous as Odin. In the back of his mind just this once, he thanked Erion’s most infamous bastard for his scheming in making the perfect toy.

Holding his neck, she pulled him ever closer. The meaning in Gwendolyn’s sonorous wails spoke truer than any words from the prophecies and it only fed his lusts. Grabbing under her back he held her just as fast, driving into her just as hard. He was ready to blow.

Onyx rammed his cock all the way to the end of her twat. Gwendolyn froze up from his dick pulsing inside her pussy and then her head just lay back on the pillow as his dick blasted it’s cum deep inside her passage. Then her throat erupted with a deafening scream as she was pushed to her most potent orgasm so far, the sound in it’s pain was only matched by the pleasure he felt.

And in the midst of it, he heard his name. Feeling her pussy squeezing his cock to such an extent, Onyx relished in his victory, he felt like her vagina was sucking out even more jizz out his dick than when he had first climaxed inside her. Truly her wails were sweeter than any poetry spun by the ancients.

He looked down at her. As she settled down, he looked down at her body. Her nipples were raw from being treated so roughly and her muscles were shining with sweat from their crazed lovemaking. And when he pulled out, there was a thick strand between their genitals.

Gwendolyn lay there with her eyes closed, sighing in the wanton ecstasy of that mutual climax. Her twat was spilling out with his cum. Looking down on his penis covered in a thick mix of their love love juices, he rubbed it all over her body, her flat stomach, her ample breasts, and her beautiful face still moaning softly. The nipple rings had been his wedding gift. His cum was her honeymoon gift.

He looked back at the Vulcans. They had been watching the scene patiently, touching themselves as they did it. “She is your queen now, as much as I am your king. Clean her up.” He looked back at Gwendolyn. “And by tonight’s end, my child will sleep in you.”

She couldn’t formulate a response to that. The two sisters did exactly as he bade them, licking and sucking all over Gwendolyn’s naked body. Her face, her breasts, her flat chiseled stomach, and her delicious pussy. Treated just as a queen deserved.

After last night, he didn’t think he would ever have such a fun romp with her again. But that notion was fast changing. He knew now that he would have many such nights. And he knew that soon she would crave him far more than that Oswald.
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