That night was full of festivities in the royal enclave. Beautiful ladies took turns to dance with the newly allied King. I was having the time of my life getting rubbed all round – by soft thighs at times or by the tender graze of fingers at others. I was even lucky to have got to feel a couple of ass-cracks too. Pervert! Then the bombshell arrived. The Rival had relented as tensions were eased between him and the King. So quickly was I brought to attention that I couldn’t help myself from releasing a bit of my prized liquid from the Cowper’s Glands.

The daughter was as radiant as the full moon and dressed in a graceful light pink ball gown which made her look like a goddess from the Ajanta Caves. As she came forth and gave her palms to the extended arm of the King who had gracefully bowed to her, I thought I would burst in ecstasy. Love dwelled in the King’s eyes but the reality of lust was hidden inside the trenches of my hardness. They both stared at each other. Her eyes were reminiscent of the first stare he had pounced on her with. She knew that her lust had awakened while dreaming of him, but she was yet to find out how lethal it would prove to be. A rendezvous was set by both to be met in the middle of the new-moon night. After the final pleasantries were exchanged by the Rival and the King, I was paid more attention than ever by the King. Back in our royal quarters, the King cleaned my head, shaved my base and caressed my balls. As hard as a metal pole, I was basking in my glory as if there was no tomorrow. The decided moment zeroed in on us. The King donned in simple attire set out with a white handkerchief to meet his prize.

On the pretext of being a messenger approved by the princess, he gained entry to her suite. I was jiggling inside his pants like a serpent about to be released. She smiled at his arrival – and mine too. While the Rival slept, his properties were being ravaged by the enemy. As they both hugged, the long suppressed lust erupted like a volcano from the king and the princess sighed lustily as she hugged the man of her dreams. His strong arms engulfed her petite structure and she felt as secured as an oyster in its shell. He took her to the bed, gently removed her drapes and caressed her belly. She succumbed to his advances, opened herself to the barrage of lust she was about to experience for the first time in her life. My old life was back after a brief tumultuous interruption. I began to discharge my pre-cum and oil myself for her.

Shyly, she glanced below at my enormous thickness and length and took me in her hands. The tender touch made me jump. It was a long time since a virgin hand had caressed me. She opened her eyes wide as the King let out a feeble moan. He rose above her and pulled her towards his face. They exchanged their oral hormones for almost an eternity until the princess pulled back for breath. Before she could pounce on his lips again he had her lifted in his strong arms and she tied her legs behind his back. I could feel the hot wetness of her vulva which had swollen twofold in anticipation. My own fluid began to intermingle with hers as I glazed the bottom of her Bermuda triangle. I was tapping myself against her tight resistive pussy wanting to plunge in and savor the warmth of the tight walls around me. Above me, she was pressing the King’s lips to her bosom, whispering in his ears to suck her nipples harder. He turned around while still holding her and lied on the bed on his back while now she was on top of his muscular contours. 50 years of passion had not dimmed the enthusiasm of the King. He asked her to crawl down to his pelvic borders and she obeyed. His kingdom was at the mercy of his rival but he was the ruler of his rival’s blood. He guided her to me and I took over. I groped at her lips and as she suckled on my head like a lollipop, I could feel the King shiver, trying hard to contain me and control me. Her hands were clutched tightly by the King and as she suckled at her newly found toy, he explored her soft flowing hair. Her tender hands were traversed by his long fingers and she was showing the gratitude by sucking quickly and forcibly. At the right moment he pulled her towards him, turned her on her back, got on top of her and rubbed my head over her swollen folds below. Mildly I began to thrust myself in her. She sobbed as euphoria engulfed her. I resisted for a second but the lust took over. Gently I began my journey to the center of my salacity.

Her expressions were mixed – ecstasy, joy, sadness, guilt, want, lust – all mixed into one. Her hands were on the King’s hips as she forced me into her. I encountered the first of her six layers and burst it. As I advanced, each layer burst and the King was awarded a sensual moan emanating from her dry throat. Within a span seeming like an epoch, I reached the Promised Land. The beauty inside was such that I did not want to get away. I did not want to retract my way back to visit again. I want to stay there. I stayed put. The princess’s hands were biting into the Kings back. The white handkerchief was placed below me by the King while my penetration took place. It was soaked in her first blood…