didn't think I'd have this done before New Years, but what do ya know? Anyway, the pairing should be obvious, though I do promise you there are a few surprises in store. Hope you all enjoy :)
Eir was very thankful that she didn't need to breathe.
The reason for this newfound gratitude was the oppressive air around her, and the dozens and dozens of eyes that bored into her unmortal soul. She ignored the two dozen knights that stood at the ready, hands poised near their weapons for any foolish moves. She also ignored the concerned gaze of the High Queen Henriette as she beheld the Hel princess with pity. No, her eyes were focused on him - the King of Askr.
Gustav.
Eir had seen many warrior souls that had dredged into her mother's domain - men and women that were robbed of their place in the Halls and Fields. She wasn't impressed by the King's physique, or even the grim scar that split his face. No, what drew her was the light in his hard eyes - the spark that eyed her not as a guest, nor as royalty...but as something far simpler.
"...And that is all you have to offer?" Gustav finally asked. His deep rumbling voice seemed to echo through the hall. Even the captured Princess of Hel felt a chill down her spine. She swallowed and kept her composure before responding.
"I'm afraid so, your highness. I cannot say for sure what mo...what Hel is planning, or why she is so adamant in her conquests against your land," Eir explained.
"Am I to assume that diplomacy is not an option?" he inquired. She heard what he said easily enough, yet it was hard to focus when his eyes were boring deep into her cold, lifeless core.
"That is wise counsel, your highness. No - I fear that Queen Hel will accept nothing less than your kingdom and all its subjects in her domain...for eternity," Eir declared.
"This is troubling news indeed, Princess Eir," he sighed. For a brief moment the stalwart king looked every bit his age, and then some. Yet the moment passed and soon his unbending glare returned. "However, I'd be remiss to blindly accept your counsel as absolute, especially since you attacked us scarcely a day ago."
"I will need to consider your words...and your worth," he explained. His command was simple, yet the way he gazed down at her made it all too clear that there was something else to his words...and that everyone in the room knew that.
The silence was finally broken as Queen Henriette stepped forward and gently clapped her hands. "In that case, I believe it's time for us to clear out. If you would follow me, sir knights," she directed.
"But my lady, is that truly wise to leave King Gustav alone?" the captain asked. Eir secretly agreed with the faceless man. 'Either the King is a fool, or he's far more confident in his well being...Mother would be amused at such wrecklessness,' the princess mused.
The Askrian Queen took the captain's plight in stride. "I believe we will have nothing to worry about regarding the King's wellbeing. Come along now," she insisted.
Reluctantly, the knights all turned to the king and bowed. "By your leave, your majesty," the captain utterd.
With that, the guards departed, shortly followed by the Queen. She left with a wide smile and a coy wink before sealing the doors. A thunderous groan signaled the isolation of the king and his guest. A man and a girl.
A hunter and his prey.
"King Gustav-" she started, only for him to cut her off.
"Tell me something, Princess Eir...of what use are you to us?" he asked. Gustav gave her only a few moments to weigh his question before he pursued further. To my kingdom, to the Order of Heroes. To my children and their commander..."
"To me."
The last bit hung over her and pressed down. The entire tension and heat of her audience with the King, out in the open. "...What does queen Henriette think of this?" she finally asked.
Gustav didn't answer her directly. "Leave such affairs to the living. Now your answer, if you please…" he demanded.
She didn't say, she showed.
Gustav nodded in approval as her hands reached for the clasps above her rear. With some difficulty, the dress came loose and let gravity take over. The King watched as every inch of her pale, bewitching skin was revealed.
The King's eyes traced her curves, admiring how her alluring ashen flesh practically shined in the afternoon glow. He lingered on her gray nipples hardened in the cold, ro the way her small yet coarse pubes stood out against her skin. 'Her body is intact...hmm,' he pondered for only a brief moment before returning to his guest.
Eir's hands rested at her side, not bothering to conceal either parts of her modesty. The princess didn't bother with her sleeves, content to merely waited the King's next order. And after a mere eternity, he beckoned her closer.
The princess stepped forward, out of her dress. Her heels clacked against the bare stone as she approached the daunting throne of the King. it was so similar to her mothers, and yet so benign and almost garish in comparison. He watched as she reached his throne and leaned over, her full breasts hanging down...
"Stop."
His decree literally froze her in place, a mere few inches from Gustav's lips. Her bare tits hovered over his lap. She glanced at Gustav, trying to read his intentions. He shook his head. "You've not earned that right - not yet," he growled.
Eir was taken aback at his sudden hostility. "Then...what would you have me do?" she asked.
"I have heard of your work with knives...lets see what else your hands can do," Gustav suggested. His tone was once again neutral, though his words still weighed her down. Slowly, the Princess of Hel sunk to her knees.
The king said nothing as she struggled with his stappings. He offered no aid, not even a twitch of his hips. This was her second test of worth - to see if she could act of her own accord in his service. He would offer her his patience, but little else.
Eir's fingers fumbled with the belts around Gustav's lap. Her sleeves were pushed aside as her gloves navigated for the clasps. The princess stayed focused, even as her patience started to wear thin. 'Why do the living insist on wearing so many layers?' she lamented.
Eventually her efforts bore fruit...ripe, juicy fruit. The Hel princess was left in awe at the royal jewels and scepter of King Gustav, as well as the coarse blue patch that framed them.. "It's quite...quite the magnificent treasure, your highness," she said as she admired his girth.
Gustav shook his head, not in the mood to hear empty platitudes. Once again, he'd let her actions would speak louder than words. "I trust you know what to do," he stated.
EIr slowly nodded and focused on her new task. Her gloved hands reached for the budding arousal. Her digits slowly closed on the warm skin of his cock. She could feel the heat, even through her silk gloves. "It's...quite warm," she noted.
The King merely grunted in response. Her cool hands had an obvious impact on his cock. His fingers flexed against the armrests of his throne, biding his time for her to really start. She sensed his ire and quickly moved faster.
Her fingers wrapped around his shaft, barely even covering half of the length. She slowly pumped her fist up and down, widening her grip as he grew harder and harder. By the time he was fully erect, she could no longer lace her fingers and thumb together. 'Mother help me…' she gulped.
Eir brought her other hand up to cover what she couldn't already. Even with both hands she still had a good inch or two left exposed, including his bulbous glans. Her harrowed mind was swimming with emotions, even as the heady musk filled her nostrils and ignited a simmer in her nethers.
She was scared...and very, very eager to proceed.
Gustav groaned at her sudden ferevor. Her hands were squeezing and pumping his girth, feeling every vein and ripple in the process. Her upper hand was far faster and reached all the way up to his slit, while her lower hand was much slower and mostly consisted of twisting and running her nails near the base of his shaft.
The King offered no words, only growls and grumbles to spur her on. He carefully watched her lascivious work and eyed her progress. 'She lacks refinement, but there's potential,' he thought.
Pwtoo!
Eir's spit dribbled from her lips, though she paid it no mind. Her sole focus was on smearing and rubbing in her saliva, making her handjob easier with every stroke. Her sudden act impressed the king. 'Well well - it would seem I was too hasty in judging her,' Gustav decided.
He watched in genuine interest as the Hel Princess continued her ministrations. One of her hands had reached down to caress his mighty balls. Her fingers squeezed and massaged each of his sperm urns, admiring how large and full they were. Her other hand kept vigorously pumping the length of his cock.
She didn't know what was coming over her. If she were still lucid, Eir could've deduced that the royal musk of the King's loins was having an impact on her. But she'd left such rationale and reason behind when she had fished out this perfect specimen of virility and manhood.
Gustav cleared his throat, making her freeze mid-stroke. She was panting slightly, though he couldn't discern if it was due to the exertion of her acts or something more...primal. He cast such a matter to the side for now and ordered her, "Stand up."
Eir reluctantly let go of his throbbing cock and obeyed, rising to her feet. He gestured her closer until she was almost looming over him. The king's mighty hands reached up from the armrests and grabbed her hips. He swiftly tightened his grip and pulled her straight up.
"Eyuh?!" she yelped. The Hel princess barely managed to grab the top of the throne before her forehead smacked into the unforgiving stone. Her sleeves draped down and framed Gustav's stern face.
"Your work has left me famished," he explained. His hands shimmied down until he was spreading her luscious thighs. The King eyed her glistening folds, idly watching as it dripped onto his throbbing cock. He wasted no more time and dived right in.
"A-Ah! K-king Gustaaaaah!" Eir shrieked. Her knuckles grew even whiter as she dug into the throne. Her hair hung down and draped over his head. She was powerless in the King's arms - helpless against his formidable tongue. 'H-He's a monster!' she thought.
Gustav ignored her cries and scraped his tongue against her tangy walls. The juices were mostly the same as he'd had before, albeit a touch more tart. However, he noticed that her snatch suffered a peculiar ailment - the lack of warmth from her body.
Cold. Almost alarmingly cold. His tongue almost withered against her slick walls. Still, Gustav wouldn't let such an unmortal drawback deter him. He was the King, and needed to mark his dominion. 'Not even the depths of Hel are beyond my reach,' he silently declared.
EIr's hips rolled against the King's face. She felt him spear in and out of her sex, swiftly scooping up the juices that dripped out of her. He was meticulous, ensuring that all but the most minute of drop was kept from staining his throne.
The Princess of Hel was overwhelmed by euphoria and ecstasy. She wasn't naive to the pleasure of mortals, but only her fingers had drifted down there. Moreso, she had never been able to draw out pleasure like this.
Gustav could tell that she was near her wits end and moved in for the kill. He swiftly withdrew from her snatch and reached up to nibble her engorged clitirous. "EEEEEEEYAAAAAHHHHH!" her shrieks echoed through the hall and out the open windows into the night.
Gustav slurped her tangy juices, repressing the shivers as the cold drink slid down his throat. 'Hmm...it's not bad at all,' he decided. A little of her fluids splashed against his beard, but he ignored it.
His grip on her thighs kept her aloft as she thrashed and cried above him. The King let her ride out her orgasm, content that her body was clearly receptive to the carnal draws of sex.
Gustav slowly brought Eir down until her chin was leveled with his forehead. He twisted her around until he was staring at her naked, sweaty back. His still-hard dick pushed against her folds, jarring her out of her climactic haze. "Are you pure?" he asked.
Eir struggled to answer, saying, "D-Denizens of Hel do not have such...burdens."
Gustav would take advantage of that helpful fact.
The King seized her hips and slowly, deliberately pushed her down. She felt her walls being pushed aside by the formidable cock. Eir tried to collect herself as her body was wracked with a myriad of new sensations and emotions.
Gustav growled as she orgasmed from the mere act of penetration. He reached up and grabbed her breasts, holding them in place as she rode out her climax. 'She's practically a virgin still. This will take some...effort, on my part,' he resolved.
The King slowly dragged her up and down his girth, using her tits as leverage. Her head was bowed low, her hair becoming more and more disheveled by the moment. His fingers rolled and pinched her nipples, furthuring her frustrating rising arousal.
Eir couldn't keep the tears from flowing, streaking her pale cheeks. Every thrust brought a new explosion of light to her - blinding her in the already vibrant world of the living. It was overwhelming, suffocating. And so very, very euphoric.
He sped up, using her pants and mewls as the affirmation he'd need. Her vice-like grip on his cock was a constant menace, threatening to milk him dry. Yet Gustav was the King, and he'd long since grown accustomed to proving his worth day after day.
He'd earned this throne, and with it - the right to defile it.
Her full ass clapped against his stomach. His palms pushed down against her tits. Her sex gripped his cock as he pushed and pulled against her vaginal walls.
Gustav endured as she creamed herself again and again. His noble resolve was tested each time her velvet trap choked around him. He endured for an admirable amount of time. Yet as the sun dipped below and the stars came to life - the King reached his end.
He came without a warning, just a final grunt and a thrust up into her snatch. Her voice cracked as she succumbed to yet another climax. The feeling of rope after rope shooting into her bare womb was lost as she succumbed to the euphoria of raw, primal life.
Eir collapsed to the floor, gasping and heaving. Her stuffed pussy leaked all over the tile floor, creating a puddle for the dripping cum to fall into. Her rump was on brazen display, slightly darkened from the force of the King's pounding.
Gustav looked down on her puckered asshole and seeping snatch. 'Hmm...she didn't last as long as I'd expected her,' he grimly mused. He stroked his beard lightly and gave her a few minutes to collect herself.
After a mere eternity, the King raised his hand and snapped his fingers. The sharp noise echoed through the throne room and snapped her out of her orgamsic lull. "Clean your mess," he ordered her.
Eir struggled to her knees, still trying to shake off her lethargy. She turned to face him, showing her tear streaked cheeks… and frothing lips. Gustav raised an eyebrow, but made no move against her. 'She's more eager than I thought.'
The Princess of Hel reached the King's lap. Her tongue scooped up the pool of sex that had formed around his dick, slurping down cum and quim without pause or restraint. Her lascivious sounds echoed through the silent hall...
Schlick schlick schlick
Gold bled into the throne room as the sun kissed the horizon, bathing the two debaucherous royals in resplendent light.
Gustav's hands tightened around her hips as he drove into her messy, gushing twat. The King had risen from his throne for the first time since she'd arrived, but hadn't really gone very far. Instead they were now against the adjacent side, standing where his queen would while he held court.
Eir's hands clutched the arm of the throne, digging her nails into the gold and stone. Her hair was even more disheveled, pouring down her bare back and splitting down her hips. Her breast swayed and weaved with every thrust. She struggled to stand on her shaky legs as she endured the vigorous pounding. Whatever lingering reservations she'd once had were mercifully absent.
"Do you understand now, Princess Eir?" Gustav asked. He knew she wasn't in the right state to answer, but pressed on regardless. "So long as you have asylum in my kingdom... you are mine."
The Princess of Hel should've objected to this treatment, but no longer harbored such notions. Her firm lip was lulled open as she stuck her wanton tongue out like a common dog. Whatever standard she'd once held, whatever poise or grace had kept her chin high, was replaced by the craving for the King's cock.
"Y-yes," she whimpered. He'd heard that tone many a time now - more times than he cared to count, and hardly any of them from the tender lips of the woman he called his Queen. He nodded in approval before doubling his pace.
Diplomacy was so much easier when both parties were on the same page.
Gustav pushed her head deep into the cushion, masking her screams. Only when he was certain that she was done did he pull her hair back and start thrusting again. "Your body is mine to command, whenever, wherever, and however I see fit," he lectured her.
She couldn't respond with all the drool and slobber gargling out of her mouth. The was her mouth stained his seat - the mantle of Askr and the power and burden that he alone shouldered, sparked a great fire in his weathered yet formidable body. 'She's taking to this well…'
The Hel Princess was at a crossroads. Not even a day before she had been ordered by her mother to join the living, if only to crush them when the time was right. Eir had been ready to obey that order, no matter what humiliation or indignity she'd suffer in the process...and yet, now her mother's orders were the furthest thing from her frayed mind.
Everything that she knew, everything that she'd seen and believed - no longer mattered. The stench of death that had lingered over her was gone - replaced by the warm vibrance of raw, unfettered life . The throne of bones had been replaced by a mantle of stone and gold. Her spectral mother Queen had faded away...replaced by the man who was defiling her, and dictating her destiny. A destiny that she was eager to explore for herself.
The visions of her future were consumed in orgasmic fire...
"Hah...hah...hah…"
Eir's labored wheezes barely eked out over her wet slapping skin. Her naked body was pressed against the back of the throne. The high shadows of the night cast her sweaty, otherworldly body in nocturnal allure - a stark contrast to the vibrant kingdom she now found herself indentured to.
Gustav had pinned her back, holding her legs over his arms. His hands were firmly latched onto her ripe ass, feeling it jiggle and bounce with every thrust. His dour grimace hadn't changed in the slightest, even after unloading several times in her royal pussy.
The King wasn't simply fucking her, but testing her. Conditioning her for her role going forward. His tone was utterly devoid of exhaustion or exertion, even as he kept plowing into her tight, overflowing snatch. "If we pass in the halls, what will you do?" he inquired.
A simple question - one that she had already committed to memory. "I will await your command, and accept your orders glady," Eir promptly answered.
Gustav nodded, impressed by how she managed to carry herself. Her reward was for him to speed up his strokes. Eir's head lulled back as her vision filled with stars.
The King's voice brought her back down, as firm and regal as ever. "If I call you to my study?"
"I will be at your feet beneath your desk," she swiftly replied. The visceral thoughts of taking his dick down her throat as he toiled away made her already sloshing pussy flood onto the carpet below.
Gustav ignored the blatant mess she was making and continued his little test. "If I order you to dine?"
"T-Take me on the tables, as you see fit," she pleaded. I would gladly trade a meal for you to fuck me!' she silently declared. Gustav had no need to hear her say as much, not when it was clear in her glazed eyes.
Still, he didn't care for the notion that she was harboring secrets. His eyes narrowed at such a disturbing notion. 'She should be forthright - honest to me without my need to pry,' he mulled.
Eir gasped as her King's cock slammed all the way into her tight snatch. Gustav had made it abundantly clear that he carried no quarrel of being beset by his discharged scions. He invaded past her sweaty, disheveled form and placed his lips mere hairs from her trembling ears. The ramparts?" he whispered.
"Fffffuck me as you address your subjects!" she pleaded, grinding her hips against his cock. His gaze never left hers as he mulled her words. Judged her. She squirmed beneath his gaze, nestling further and further into his palm. 'Wait...where did his other hand g-?'
SMACK!
"Aaah!" she shrieked. Her rump stung where he had struck her. She barely even noticed that he was picking up speed again.
"The throne room?"
Eir stumbled over her answer several times before she blurted out, "I-I will ride youuu as you ho-oooh-ld court, if you so desi-IIIIIIIII-!"
Smack!
He slapped her other buttcheek in response. His hands found purchase in her derriere, even under the heavy layer of sweat. "The barracks."
Smack!
Gustav went on, naming every nook and cranny of his castle. Each one was paired with an alternating smack of her ass. In response, Eir cobbled together some form of affirmation, at least until her words became too slurred and distorted to understand.
"The guest chambers."
Smack!
The servant's quarters."
Smack!
"The stables."
Smack!
"The kitchen."
Eir was a blubbering mess by now. Her cheeks were sore and darkened with the imprint of the King's hand. It took every inch of her lingering willpower to choke out, "A-Anywhere!"
"No."
Gustav swiftly stopped, much to her frustration. She squirmed in his grasp, trying to impale herself on the long scepter that had become the crux of her very being. Yet the King's grip remained firm as he growled, "You are not fit for my bed, not a harlot like you."
"I will tell you this once, Princess Eir - you are not a guest, not even a servant...you are a service," he lectured her. His hips slowly started again, trading the earlier piston pounding for something more methodical. Calculated.
Deliberate.
"You are not my bedwarmer, you are merely a sleeve - a sheath for my blade, to keep it honed and ready," Gustav carefully explained. His thrusts were slow yet deep, each one sending ripples through her pale skin.
"You will want for nothing - food, drink, bed, or company will be provided for you," Gustav told her. For some reason the simple yet necessitive commodities he offered did not hold her interest. Only one thing mattered to her now. As if sensing this, he briefly passed his thrusts and made the killing stroke. But make no mistake, Princess Eir...I will take you as I see fit."
"Y-yes…" Eir whimpered.
"We will go until I say so, and not a moment more," The King explained. "I care not if you are entertaining guests - when I call you, you are to arrive in prompt order. Is that all understood?"
"Yesssssss!"
"But one more thing, Princess Eir...within this palace - you are mine, and mine alone," he growled. His decree was punctuated with more thrusts before he continued. "You are to approach no one, and accept no one. I alone will be permitted to take you, here at the castle," he specified.
From somewhere in her fractured mind, Eir noted a discrepancy in his orders. "O-outside?"
"That is to your decision - your folly to make," he told her. His tone was even and calm, as if he was simply stating a fact. Before she could attempt to mull on this, his grip on her hips tightened. "Now prepare yourself."
With that final warning, the King dropped all sense of decorum or standard. His hips smashed against her, pushing her further and further into his thorne. Whatever notion of rationale and thought she'd scrounged together was discarded as she was reminded, in body and mind, of what she now was.
Her toes curled as she dived back into the orgasmic sea.
"GODS YESSSSSSSSSSS!"
Gustav's furrowed brow stayed firmly in place, even as he stroked the princess's head between his legs. He let her dictate the pace, glancing down to watch her bob up and down his cock. The sounds of her slurps and groans echoed through the darkened throne room.
Eir's body was coated in sweat and sin, littered with the remnants of the many, copious loads that she'd accepted from her generous host. Her hair was splayed around her, stuck to her body and pooled around her feet. Her eyes were lulled as she learned to enjoy her new role - on her knees between the King's legs.
Her parched lips were stretched open as she took his royal scepter between her cheeks. Cum, quim, and spit coated the entire shaft, offering her a salty, tangy taste as her tongue swirled around it. She couldn't recall how she'd felt about it before, but she knew that she loved it now.
"Slower," he curtly ordered. Eir obeyed and prolonged the pace between her head bobs. Her hands came up from hs thighs to gently caress his massive balls. They still felt full, even if she was wearing the king's heirs all over her body.
Gustav groaned under her ministrations. 'She's good...she has a ways to go, but she'll do nicely.' he thought. When she pulled off to slurp the side, he took the time to admire his other gift to her - a thin golden choker of an Askrian knot.
He'd let her wear it for now, even if she'd have to hide it before returning to Commander Anna and the Order. It would be up to her to come up with a convincing cover for where she procured her newest accessory, at least before he would call her back to his castle. 'Until then, I'll just have to come and inspect the Order's hall in person,' Gustav mused.
Eir stroked her tongue up and down the side until there was another glistening layer of her drool around his cock. Without promoting, she reared back up and took him in her mouth. Her lips created a seal as she suckled his glans in a trance. Only the groans of the great doors snapped her out if it and prompted her back to the entry.
Two figures in heavy traveler's robes, hoods concealing their features. Gustav's already dour gaze soured as he looked in suspicion. His grip on Eir's head tightened, making her wince. The doors slowly swung shut as the two pulled down their hoods, revealing...the princesses of Muspell and Embla.
Gustav was wary of their audience, especially since he hadn't summoned them… that is, until he recalled who else might've done so. "Hmph, that crafty minx," he grumbled with far more levity and fondness than he'd exhibited thus far.
He directed Eir back to his cock and beckoned them in. the door shut behind the two, who were ignorant of such frivolous details. Instead they'd already cast off their traveler's garb and exposed their bare skin to the King- their King . the shining gold chokers stood out against their contrasting skin tones, a testament to their fealty and worth.
Gustav beckoned the two princess forward as he kept guiding Eir's head up and down his shaft. The two eagerly made their way across the still throne room until they were standing at his throne. He glanced back and forth between the Muspellian and the Emblan before his eyes lingered on Laevateinn.
An unspoken signal passed, and the dark princess of the fire kingdom nodded, an action that was slightly less stilted and stoic than it'd been before. He pulled Eir off his cock and pressed her lips down the sides until her tongue lazily scraped against his nuts. His palm lingered in her hair before it finally left her, feeling lighter and almost lost without his mighty, guiding hand.
Laevateinn took the opportunity to mount and straddle the King's mighty loins, her rich body dwarfing him even moreso that Eir's had. The hand that had once graced her head now copped a feel against the fire princess's rear. His great digits pulled and pressed into her dark cheeks, stretching them out like fine dough. Her fingers reached for Gustav's shoulders and massaged them, as if begging for his consent to let her body drop.
However, the King's focus was preoccupied with his other guest. Eir looked up past his cock and Laeveteinn's gushing quim to the sight of the rival rulers leaning over the armrests. Princess Veronica had earned the right to King Gustav's lips, and relished her privilege with the loudest, sloppiest kiss she could muster. His free hand had wrapped around her back, pushing her over the sides and almost into his waiting lap. Yet before she could gaze at the spectacle anymore, the Muspellan ruler had adjusted her crotch and concealed them from view.
Eir glanced up to the full, rich dark ass of the second princess of Muspell. She could still hear the heated moans and slurps as the two rival rulers swapped spit. An act that riled her up even more now that she couldn't see it. 'This...if this is to be my place among the living...I do not mind it,' she decided.
Eir suckled one of the King's balls as Laevateinn dropped down onto his cock…