by Renard, Loki
King Kazriel led his beautiful mate out onto the balcony, as naked as the day she had been born. She too, was transformed, her curves bearing the soft marks of a body that has given life.
Upon their first meeting, he had been the stern guardian, determined to set things right. She had been the rebellious princess, fraught with shame, but with no other sense of duty. Over the past year, they had grown in ways big and small and transformed into the roles their regency required. Aya felt more regal and responsible than ever, but in others the shadows of the past continued to make themselves felt inside and out. In many respects, she was still the blushing princess who had first been stripped and shown to her public by way of punishment.
“Head up, Princess. Let them see your face,” Kazriel insisted, his fingers gently pressing beneath her chin to make her raise her gaze. As she looked out across the great naked masses, heat flamed across her nose and cheeks. Embarrassment made her stomach flutter. She would never truly become accustomed to the way he possessed her, showed her off, made her as much a symbol of his regency as his throne and his crown.
She looked at his body, tried to hide her shame beneath the desire she could not help but feel for him. He was so tall, so broad, so perfectly muscular—and he was erect, his cock a thick root at the apex of his thighs, pointing toward her. Every part of it drew her attention, the hard shaft that could make her inner walls spread slow and gentle, or fast and hard, the thick, slightly softer head with its proudly shaped tip designed to make her pussy submit and open for him. The cock of a god was the only one she had ever known, though there were many thousands now down below, straining with need. She could feel the sexual urgency of the crowd as they pawed and stroked one another, letting out a strange animal sound of mass lust.
There was a dais prepared on the balcony so she would be on full and proper display, no part of her hidden behind the railings. Down below, the crowd caressed one another. No cock would enter any cunt until the king claimed his bride, that was part of the ritual, but they were eager, straining with desire like a pack of rutting beasts. Kazriel held the entire city on the verge of satisfaction as he stepped up to the dais, holding Aya’s hand.
“Smile,” he murmured, his teeth grazing the side of her neck.
She could not smile. Her lips drew back and it was more of a grimace of anticipation. She was nervous, afraid of the judgement of the crowd, feeling so perfectly, exquisitely vulnerable in her all too human form.
“Why must we do this so openly?” The question escaped her in a tone dangerously close to a whine.
“You know why, my petulant princess,” Kazriel growled softly. “That which is done in the dark becomes a perversion.”
“This feels more like a perversion,” she whispered, nearly afraid that the crowd might hear her. She wanted to run back inside the castle and hide, use the thick stone walls to cover her and her nudity. It was not proper for a princess to be seen this way. “Could I not have a mask...”
“The time for masks is over, Aya. It is time you were displayed, so all may see you for what you are, and be renewed in their own dedication to beauty and to sexual joy.”
Kazriel’s hand slid down her back and found her bottom, cupping her cheeks in a gentle warning. If she were to disobey him now, publicly, she knew his plan for this ritual would quickly lie in ruins.
This was his grand solution. According to Kazriel, Vengar’s evil had flourished in a world of shame and pain. Kazriel was doing all he could to eliminate the first of those curses from Norvangir.
“My people!” Kazriel lifted his voice. “Are you ready to drive back the dark and make love?”
The crowd lifted their voices in a lusty cheer. If there were people down there feeling the same shame Aya was feeling, they were not evident. The common people were embracing Kazriel’s plan wholeheartedly.
A month earlier, it had been decreed that on this day, every coupled adult would come to the castle courtyard with their lovers and join in pure sexual connection. Many new lives would be conceived, and much pleasure would be taken.
By sharing the act of love, the citizens would become stronger in their ties to one another, and to Lokheim. Sex would be a bonding not between husband and wife, but between the entire kingdom, from the royals all the way to the lowliest peasants. On this day, they were not merely rutting in the dark as they had been in the shameful past, they were building the future with every thrust and moan that took place beneath the bright sky.
“Let us begin the great coupling!” Kazriel declared. “A celebration of shamelessness. Bare your bodies to the sun and to one another, see your holes spread and filled! Take that which was meant to be taken, and shy not away from the appreciation of lust!”
There was no shame to show their bodies. No shame to display their desire. No shame to show how the princess become queen moaned so prettily when her thighs were spread and her sex impaled on Kazriel’s great cock.
Kazriel displayed Aya to the crowds, turning her slowly around so they might see the young queen’s body in all its beauty. Feeling all those thousands of eyes on her, Aya could not help but feel the flush of that shame. Her sense of modesty had been instilled with such rigor that even now, a full year on, she found it difficult to make public love.
She thought back to when he had begun training her, just a few weeks after making his mortal return.
* * *
Six months earlier...
“Why are they here?” Aya clasped her gown tighter about her body. She had just emerged from her bath and was planning to get an early night.
Kazriel had other plans, evidently. Their bedchamber was not the private place it usually was. There were no fewer than five other men there, Kazriel’s new generals. She did not know them very well, but they were all very handsome men ranging from her age to the more venerable experienced men who had seen their fiftieth decade.
“They’re here to see you,” Kazriel said. “Specifically, they are here to see you mated.”
Aya did not believe what she was hearing at first. She stared at his handsome face. It was easy to forget sometimes just what Kazriel was—a god become man. He did not have mortal notions of propriety.
“Remove your cloak and place yourself on your hands and knees on the bed,” he ordered.
Aya balked. There was no doubt that Kazriel had become a very particular kind of king, one who expected to be obeyed in all things. She still tended to a certain kind of rebellion and from time to time she felt the sting of his hand against her bottom.
“Absolutely not,” she said haughtily. “Gentlemen, you may leave. A royal bedchamber is no place for military men.”
“Easy, Aya,” Kazriel purred. “You will do as you are told, or you will feel the lash of leather against your hindquarters before you are taken.”
“You must be mad,” she scowled at him. “We need to discuss the proper way of making love.”
Kazriel cocked his head to the side, his eyes dancing with amusement. She should have paid more attention to his body language though. He was squared up on her, entirely naked, and already partially erect. Getting Kazriel to wear clothing was a challenge at the best of times. Unless it was armor, he often didn’t see the point in it.
The generals said nothing. They were following Kazriel’s lead, not hers. Aya felt very small as Kazriel took her by the hand and led her to the bed.
“Will you go on hands and knees without that robe, or will you be bare bottomed and sore first?”
“Kazriel...” she whined. “This isn’t proper.”
“I say what is proper,” he reminded her. “What is proper is your obedience, submission to your king.”
Her eyes narrowed as her temper flared.
“I am still entitled to respect. I fought for this land as hard as you did. I was prepared to sacrifice myself. So you will not treat me as a petulant little princess any longer. And you will certainly not... ow!”
Kazriel had decided that she was to be punished. Her g
own was torn from her, the fine fabric ripping at the seams to bare her bottom for his big palm.
“I say how you are to be treated,” Kazriel reminded her. “I am your king, Aya. You are the royal vessel. You are the giver of life. But you are not in control. I am.”
He reminded her of these things both with his words and punishing slaps of his palm that rained down across her bottom.
Aya whined and cried out, all her regal dignity stripped away as she was pinned down on the bed and spanked soundly, her bottom reddened from middle of cheek to mid-thigh, all the generals watching her fall from pride with expressions ranging from kindly tolerance to hunger.
“Spread your legs,” Kazriel ordered. “Lift your pussy for me, Princess.”
With her ass impossibly hot, Aya had no choice but to do as she was told. Kazriel was just as impossible to cross as a man as he had been as a god. And now that he no longer had his immortal powers, all his lessons were taught in the flesh.
He took a fist hold of her long hair and pulled her hair back. “Wider,” he insisted. “Your sex is nothing to be ashamed of. I will fill this belly of yours with my seed time and time again and many will see it. You will be fucked where and when I please. Your cunt is mine, do you understand?”
He punctuated the question by slamming his cock inside her, the head penetrating her pussy, the hard shaft stretching her walls with a determination and discipline that made her cunt submit easily. She was already wet, soaked with shame as he started to fuck her, rocking her hips back on his rod, using the grasp on her hair to guide her down on his dick.
She found herself obeying him, her cunt claimed, her pride in tatters along with her gown as he gave her a good stern fucking. When he was close to coming, he pulled out and spent his seed not inside her, but across her spanked bottom, hot ropes of royal god seed landing across her heated flesh.
“Naughty princess,” he chided, rubbing a drop of cum against her clit with his two fingers. “Thank the generals for watching.”
“Oh, my...” she gasped. “I can’t...”
“You can, Aya. And you will, or this won’t be a nice little orgasm you have.” He tightened his fingers on her clit and rubbed firmly, making her gasp and writhe.
“Thank you,” she moaned, not making eye contact with any of them, her entire body flushed hot red. “Thank you for watching me be fucked.”
“Good girl,” Kazriel praised her. “Now tell them you hope they liked seeing your wet little pussy filled, and you hope they will come see you again.”
The words were even more humiliating, but the fingers at her pussy made them easy to say. “I hope you like my pussy,” she moaned, her hips grinding a dirty motion.
“You have a very nice cunt,” one of the generals commented, an older man with gray in his beard and scars across his face. “A tight little hole to grip your king’s cock nicely.”
“Yes,” one of the younger men agreed. “I’ve had tavern wenches who weren’t so pretty when they were being fucked.”
“She would be a brothel favorite,” a third man agreed. “Those soft creamy breasts look like the perfect resting place for a good hard cock, and that pretty bow mouth of hers, I’d have that pouting around my dick...”
This was disrespectful, carnal conversation, but Kazriel encouraged both them and Aya, his fingers scooping out his cum and then pushing it inside her mouth so she sucked it off.
“Sire, you might do well to fuck her ass,” one of the generals suggested. “A girl with a cock in her rectum rarely argues. It might teach her to obey more quickly next time.”
“A fine idea,” Kazriel agreed. He pulled his fingers away from her pussy and picked up a pitcher of oil, drizzling it over her cum-soaked ass. He used his cock to gather cum and oil alike, and then push the head of his hardness against the tighter bud of her bottom.
She felt the tightness and the sting of her ass stretching. Her blush was so furious she thought she might faint as Kazriel eased his thickness into her bottom a little at a time, breaching the boundary of her ass with a short but powerful thrust that made her yowl like a kitten.
“Yes, sire. It’s good when they whimper. Teaches them who their bottoms belong to,” the older bearded general commented.
Aya glowered at him. She was thinking of threatening him with an old-fashioned beheading when Kazriel pushed deeper, and her attention was once more thoroughly captured by the slow and steady motion of his cock inside her tender flesh, stretching her in another deviant way.
“Thank them for watching your ass fucking.” King Kazriel gave her another order that made her flame with shame. Was there no end to the depravity he would sink to when making his point? If only she had obeyed in the first place, perhaps the generals would have witnessed her mating, but they might have maintained a respectful silence, and she might not have had to endure their open interest and now, dialog.
“Thank you for...” Aya grunted and almost couldn’t say it at all until a firmer thrust from Kazriel’s commanding cock pushed the words free, “...watching my bottom be fucked.”
“She’s adorable,” the younger general commented. “Such a cute ass, and it takes a fucking so nicely.”
“Does it hurt, Princess?” A general who had until that moment been silent asked the question with an intensity of interest that indicated he rather hoped it did.
“It’s... mnggghh... tight... and kind of sore,” Aya moaned.
“Yess...” the general hissed. “Will you be a good girl for your king when he wants your pussy wrapped around his cock?”
“Yessir,” Aya whimpered. There were tears forming in her eyes. This was so embarrassing, and her ass was stinging, but her clit was tingling and she knew Kazriel could make her come at any moment. Soon these men who commanded armies would see her lose control with her sphincter wrapped tight around the king’s rod.
She desperately hoped her dignity might be restored, that Kazriel would decide they had seen enough and send them out of the room, but that was not meant to be.
He thrust deeper and harder, making her buck against his shaft as he reached around and his long powerful fingers strummed her pussy and clit alike, making obscenely wet sounds as pleasure began to spin out from that tight little slick bud covered in cum and oil and sent her into paroxysms of orgasm.
She was starting down the path of orgasm, being thrust toward climax, her body utterly at Kazriel’s mercy as he not only used her for his own pleasure, but as a demonstration of his control. She had been resistant, but she could resist no longer. She had abandoned herself to pleasure, no matter how perverse.
As she began to wail, she heard the generals conferring, their voices gruff with lust.
“Such a dirty slut princess.”
“What a good fuck toy.”
Aya knew they wished that they were fucking her too, and for a moment the mental image of being surrounded by demanding men, her every hole at their disposal captured her mind. She was lost to it as she tipped over the edge, thinking the most carnal thoughts, imagining an even more desperately dirty fate than the one that had befallen her, Kazriel’s cock sinking into her bowels as she shrieked in orgasm and finally collapsed, entirely naked, covered in sweat and cum, a well-used woman feeling very far removed from the propriety that came with the title of princess.
“Good girl.” Kazriel’s voice came from above in a soft purr, his lips pressing against the side of her head in a gentle, affectionate kiss. His words made her warm, his approval a beautiful thing as he wrapped her in his arms and the rest of the world disappeared. Others might look and see that which took place in the most intimate moments between them, but only Kazriel would ever matter.
* * *
Some time later...
“I am not questioning you, sire, but why do you subject the queen to such public ruttings? It is not precisely customary.”
The chancellor of the treasury asked Kazriel the question, having come upon Aya with her skirts up around her waist, her wet, puffy p
ussy very much on display as Kazriel fucked her over a pile of gold coins, their tinkling making for quite an interesting sound when interspersed with the princess’ moans.
Kazriel continued fucking Aya as he answered, pulling his cock out so the head sat just inside the entrance of her pussy, keeping her spread and ready for further hot thrusts.
“And what is historically customary in this land of ours? Beheadings? Beatings? Brandings? A little lust is not out of place, and surely does a great deal less damage.”
“Well, yes, I can see that, sire,” the chancellor said, trying to avert his gaze from the princess’ quivering thighs and spread pussy, the wetness trickling down the inside of one of her legs as she waited patiently for the king to resume his fucking. “But you see, it could be deemed unseemly, and it may encourage others to follow the example. We can’t have people coupling everywhere, it impedes the work day a great deal.”
It was a testament to Kazriel’s stamina that he did not lose his erection as he conversed with the chancellor, taking into account the practical ramifications of his behavior, as any good king needed to.
“I see your concern,” he admitted. “Perhaps we should have but a single day for the common folk to express their wildest urges, to take to the public square in the company of other grown men and women and to share their desire with all.”
* * *
Once more into the present day...
And so out of the supercharged lust of a king, and the conscientiousness of a chancellor, the great coupling ceremony was born. Now the castle courtyard was packed, and Aya was the center of attention yet again, the female at the core of the universe, the object of desire around which even gods fell into orbit.