War Has Come While Night Hath Fallen Over Our Faire Kingdom –

Chapter 8: Vile Things Under the Throws of Damnation, Come to Thee

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So, recap! DICK IS BEING TRAINED BY THREE "WITCHES" OF THE KINGS CHAMBERS SINCE HE BELIEVES THAT RICHARD HAS NOT EMBRACED ANY HEIGHT OF PLEASING HIS KING TO SAVE HIS FAMILY. RICHARD WAS SWORN AS A BRIDE ONLY UNTIL THE REAL HEIR IS FOUND. RECALL THAT TIM IS TRYING TO TAKE ALL.HE CAN WHILE AS THE KING'S FORCED BETROTHED TO HIS CHILD SO WHAT WILL HAPPEN? WHAT POWER DOES SELENE HAVE. IF DORA HAS THE POWER TO DUPLICATE HER BODY ONLY, NORTA CAN CREATE ICY TOUCHES BY HER HEIGHT OF AROUSAL AND THEN WHAT ABOUT THE HEAD CAT? SHE SAID CHANGE, SO…. THIS IS A FREAKY CHAPTER WHICJ WILL BE DARK AS WELL. BE WARNED.

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She slithered between his legs, unclad by her breaststroke and torso as a few streaks of moonlight washed over the session of the damned temptress and her associates. Richard's body was sweating, swearing to avoid such pleasure as the witches Dora and Norra clung to his upper arms and shoved the prince into the cool feeling of a thin silk cloth. " St- stop !" He stammered, as Selene's clawed fingers teased another location on her own….

"Changes, will come to thee. Princess? He would prefer her." She gave a wink, sighing as she took in his disgust. Emptied of all pity, she smiled. "Shall we not enjoy his company, my sisters? Ah, for I might see it so that he would have believed the same night to end our tryst."

She batted her eyes at the sweltering royal concubine. "No …he holds none of my attention." Richard spat venomous, as Norra never stopped touching him. "I will find a way to liber –

"To you…. I would rather you stay before I…. before we."

She moved to sit up on her knees as Selene's long fingers traced down her stomach. Body shuddering, the boy hissed at claws from Norra's icy tips, when Selene had already gotten to brush by her feminine parts. The shadows that gripped her had the women all gasp, a hand came upon their elder sister's skull, her mouth allowing for a guttural sound to escape. Sharp as a wild cat's roar. Her lips, quivered in pleasure as she gained a height no woman – only Amazonian women of the culture of the southern scape, could. She was also, heavier as Richard screamed from below her new mass. Norra took to the prince's shocked face as she froze his lids and blew upon them as butterfly kisses to keep him still, while Dora multiplied into two of herself. Shadows danced away and seated on his knees, as Richard began to feel dizzy, was the barbarian king.

Slade.

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His cock's sheen and sheer size would not leave the prince's sights. Selene was gone. And so, he understood by her power that she could change her shape, just as that cat. Just as the witches themselves were not mortal by birth

"You…you won't touch me –

"I already have, my pet."

His voice. She had taken his face, his shame and left it bleeding underneath the moon in this strange bed. "Selene…this is treason, please!"

"Please your king, then we shall see." This false Slade moved to pull the boy prince's ankles forth. The drag was meant to startle, as Richard clawed for the other women to show pity. They however swooned, moaning and giggling as they embraced each other and began to kiss with tongue. Sister and sister, they cared for no one else. "Have fun…." Norra smiled as she broke from her sister's seduction. Only to return as Dora's duplicate bit onto the ice witch's shoulder.

Slade's face. His missing eye. All of his bull fell across the concubine as his cock, Selene's biggest trick, entered Richard's new hole without waiting.

The boy squeezed his thighs together. The king pulled them apart, smirking down as he began to slowly thrust inside his half – hard little concubine slippery little hole. Building the pressure that was leaving the boy prince too dizzy to think, he just heard moans in the bed.

Until he realized that they were his moans. No, not his…the woman he'd be without the spell to trap him…she was loving him for herself. It could not be!

"You clench around your king's cock so nicely…. I wonder how tight we can make that cunt wrap around me –

"NO!" The prince threw his head back as the king showed in deeper. The boy's spine arched up as the slut women were for a three some amongst themselves. Scissoring each other, one of the horny women was bold, as the prince's own boyhood as it was stroked while the king tortured his sore clit with every feel. A hand to his balls had the prince whine aloud. Norra came to kiss him as her wetted lips made the prince's throat nearly close by her icy breath. "How do we taste, my favorite whore?"

The boy turned red and tried to push Norra off, and instead he was flipped over. The king still halfway in him as his ass felt a slap!

Yelping, the prince had hands to his hair as Norra and her duplicate seat themselves close. The women's pruned pussies were in his mouth one at a time. His lips tried to shut but they had free arms. While he, could not resist with the females binding him to the bed with their bodies.

(Literal, mini orgy going on here.)

The king slipped back in, hoisting up the prince's hips until he was face first into Norra's soft clit. She gripped his head and moved it at her pleasure while the king smacked the brat's firm arse as the king might have once before.

Would the king say this was his fate? Shared to witches and monsters to make it clear of his place? Richard moaned as Norra finally came all over. Her icy juices made his filthy tongue go numb. The two duplicates decided to just watch the king or false king, as Selene's copy of Slade soon sped up. Crushing the boy's chest as his pepper red face was squashed into the bedspread, already thick with the scent of slick and foreplay, the boy's own seed began to drip as pre - cum lain against his pressurized abdomen.

"You show it for yourself? Naughty, child. Your king is allowed the chance to sully your delicate hole…. First!"

Richard seized up as his whole body felt it pour into his stomach. The damned flow was an aftershock that he'd not…. felt. what was….

Panting, the prince heard the false king chuckle as he was readjusted to sit on his hands and knees. Dog – style. The man came again, thrusting even after coming. Dragging over the innards of his concubine-

That wasn't him! Richard whined and sounded like a bitch in heat. Shaking his head, dripping salty fluids all over the sheets. Head arched and tipped as the man never seemed to tire yet. No!

She was trying to trick him. That thing was a demon, not the barbarian in his –

Richard gritted his teeth as another wave of shock overflowed into his pooling cunt this time. His master-

No! No! That wasn't…

The man atop him wasn't the king, but the keening concubine's eyes stayed crossed. Opened, they saw him. Closed, they felt the pressure building. Rubbing at his clit and balls…. all of those things intact. The kindness…no pain….

He began to melt. Liquid golden, the prince felt like a precious flowing being idolized. Placed beneath no glass, yet of a bed of roses he'd lain as he sighed, moaning while Dora and her sisters all coupled and caressed one another.

"I think we're ready to go. Coming yet, Norra? Dora?" Slade's voice was fire red as his hands' skin to the prince's ass and spine made those cheeks tingle. Squirming and moving his ass back into the man's cock, the slut wanted more. He wasn't ready yet. No. He'd had a taste, just one would set the score.

So, even so, his king complied. The fire in his chest continued blossoming under a stray bit of moonlight. The bed dipping with each thrust. The boy kept moving as he turned to lay onto his stomach. Glazed blue orbs stared up longingly as the false king was held closer to the prince's slain chest. Helped to such a sight that the original might miss, the king again never say nay to an invitation so open.

Dripping out of the royal son's two holes, the king's copy came. Thick and heavy, the defeated concubine inflated roughly while Dora moaned to the first copy of her sibling with a wild sound in her throat. Norra came thirdly, her double, then as Richard was finally allowed to end their blessed session with a cry to the bat God that had abandoned his kingdom.

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"This room you may visit if it is to improve your form, lovely sister." Selene petted the boy as he lain across her knees in her true guise as the still unabashed shape shifter.

"Shall we ready ourselves and alert the master?" Norra asked her eldest sibling as Dora yawned and hugged the dopple maker witch closer to her.

"We shall, but the boy was good to us tonight. Imagine what we can have him commit once he is properly fucked upon the king's mighty sword wherst all the court can see." She chuckled as her sisters remained lax after their coitus.

"After all, we kill kings and create them. Imagine a boy king this lowly to bathe attention. Show him the life his father never craved of our power. For we, the sacred Sirens know that this king from the high lands will be no better." She stroked the boy's locks as if he were her pet puss.

"Should this king decide to do away with our council, sisters…. he will be sent to the damned worlds with his whores and children. Remember, this land belonged once to us before King Wayne stole it. We, only wish to have this lord sure…that the kingdom was never to a man. Nor a mortal touched by a warrior goddess."

Norra stuck out her tongue and made an unpleasant sound. " OH, yet did the bat god not have a child with our Lady Belladonna?"

"Speak not of the queen of the underworld, sister!" Hissed Dora as she kicked her sibling in the knee. "The gods will not hear of our plans!"

"BOTH of you." Snipped Selene. "We are here to make it so. That the son of the grey beast shall never tire of this realm."

Eyes glowing golden, the three sisters cackled amongst themselves. The shut door, kept as the boy prince slept on through the witches' talk of an uprising of the Great Fowl.

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Richard woke to warm sheets and his body was clear of any memory of what had satiated him. The cold cot was promised, however as he rose the door swung back with a bang .

Sir Wallace and the royal guard were there. "The king hath summoned, you. Come, whore."

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To his throne, was a heap in the cloth of warriors. Richard's skin grew frozen on the spot by how the king's brow was intense. "Have the coroner prepare the corpse."

The king seethed, taking in a glance of the concubine as his blue glare only kept the boy at bay. "There was a murder. The guards found the body of my youngest child. Juel, is dead."

Richard's eyesore to the corpse clad in thick tarp cloth. "Who…. what hap –

"The guilty party, has been found." The man's brow arched. His back turned as the King faced the restrained concubine. "The one responsible for this tragedy, was your younger brother. Timothy."

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