The sun rose red over the bandit camp.
Forty-five glowing women lay sprawled across furs, tables, and hot-spring rocks, thighs sticky, bellies round and soft, faces still stupid with pleasure. Rika stood at the gate barefoot, wrapped only in Alex's cloak, cum drying in shiny streaks on her scarred cheek and heavy tits. She pushed a fat sack of gold and jewels into the carriage like it was nothing.
"Ride safe, hero," she rasped, voice raw from screaming his name all night. "Every Red Blade is carrying you now. We'll name the girls after you."
Alex gave her thick ass one last hard smack. She moaned, knees buckling, almost begging for another round in the mud. The carriage rolled out with twenty mounted bandits riding escort, red banners snapping until the pines swallowed them.
Three quiet days later the golden spires of the capital rose ahead.
Trumpets. Cheers. Rose petals raining like warm snow.
Queen Isabella waited on the palace steps in white silk cut so low her huge tits spilled over the edge, nipples hard, belly already glowing soft gold from the first night Alex had claimed her. At her side stood the royal family of Lyris.
King Edric—tall, silver-haired, calm, eyes knowing.
Queen Lysa—golden-blonde, soft everywhere, green silk clinging to thick hips and heavy breasts, cheeks flushed. And between them, holding her mother's hand, Princess Jasmine.
Jasmine was one year older than Alicia, and fuck, she was perfect. Long silver-blonde hair in loose waves. Huge innocent blue eyes. A tiny waist that flared into wide hips and an ass that made the whole courtyard stare. Her gown was pale pink silk, clinging to tits bigger and rounder than Alicia's, nipples stiff and obvious.
Alicia stepped down and froze. Her fingers dug into Alex's arm like claws.
Jasmine smiled shy, sweet, perfect little curtsy.
Alicia's eye twitched.
Queen Isabella's voice rang out:
"Tonight, in the great hall, before both courts, our hero will seal the alliance. Princess Jasmine will be bred publicly. Every noble will witness whose seed unites our kingdoms."
A thousand voices roared.
Alicia's smile could cut diamonds.
That night – The Great Hall
A thousand candles. Red silk drapes. A huge round bed raised high so every lord and lady could see.
Jasmine stood in the center wearing nothing but a thin silver chain low on her hips. Her huge tits rose and fell fast. Thighs already shiny.
Alicia sat on a velvet cushion right at the edge of the bed, arms crossed, glaring like she wanted to murder someone.
Alex stepped up behind the princess.
Jasmine glanced back over her shoulder, biting her plump lip, voice barely a whisper.
"I've never… please be gentle at first…"
He didn't touch her yet. Just let his robe fall open. His cock hung heavy, half-hard, already dripping from the ride.
Jasmine's eyes dropped to it and went huge.
"Ahhh… it's… it's even bigger than the stories…"
Alicia's knuckles went white.
He moved closer, slow, until the heat of his body brushed her back. One hand slid around her tiny waist, fingers spreading over her soft belly. The other cupped one heavy tit, thumb brushing the hard nipple.
Jasmine shivered hard.
He leaned in, lips at her ear.
"You feel that?" he murmured, letting his cock rest hot and thick against the curve of her ass. "That's what's going inside you tonight… in front of everyone."
She whimpered, pressing back on instinct.
"Ahhh… yes… I want it… I'm scared and I want it so bad…"
His hand slid lower, fingers brushing the silver chain, then lower still, tracing her soaked slit.
She was dripping already. Absolutely soaked.
He teased her clit slow, lazy circles, until her knees buckled.
Alicia's breath hitched.
Jasmine turned in his arms, eyes glassy, and looked up at him.
"Please… kiss me first…"
He did.
Slow. Deep. Dirty. Tongues sliding, her soft moans muffled against his mouth.
Her huge tits pressed into his chest. Her hands slid up his arms, nails digging in.
When he pulled back her lips were swollen, eyes dazed.
He turned her again, bent her forward over the edge of the bed, ass up, legs spread just enough.
The whole hall went dead quiet.
He rubbed the fat head of his cock up and down her dripping pussy, coating himself, teasing her entrance.
Jasmine looked back over her shoulder, silver hair sticking to her cheek.
"Please… put it in… I can't wait anymore…"
He pushed.
Just the head.
Her back arched hard. A soft, shocked cry spilled out.
"AHHH—IT'S TOO BIG—IT'S SPLITTING ME—"
He stopped. Let her shake. Let every noble watch those perfect royal tits bounce with every tiny breath.
Then another slow inch.
Jasmine's hands clawed the sheets.
"Ahhh… ahhh… I feel it… stretching me… I'm so full…"
Another inch. Slow. Burning.
Her pussy gushed, dripping down her thighs in clear rivers.
"I'm cumming… oh gods… I'm cumming and you're barely inside…"
She squirted hard, splashing the silk, legs trembling.
Alicia stood up, dress falling away, eyes blazing.
She crawled onto the bed and straddled Jasmine's back, facing Alex, lowering her dripping pussy right onto the princess's mouth.
"If he's breeding you for politics," Alicia hissed, "you're gonna earn every drop. Lick me while he fills you."
Jasmine moaned into Alicia's cunt, tongue eager and desperate.
Alex grabbed Jasmine's hips and slid deeper… deeper… until he bottomed out and her ass pressed flush against him.
She screamed sweet and broken into Alicia's pussy, whole body seizing, walls clenching like a fist.
He started slow, deep strokes, letting her feel every inch on the way out and every inch on the way back in.
Each thrust made her huge tits swing, made fresh cream drip from her stuffed hole, made her muffled cries vibrate straight into Alicia.
Alicia rode her face harder, glaring at Alex the whole time like she was proving a point.
When he finally came, he buried himself to the root and pumped thick, endless ropes straight into Jasmine's womb.
Her belly flared bright silver-gold under the candles. She squirted again, screaming into Alicia, body shaking apart.
Jasmine collapsed forward, whimpering, cum already leaking from her ruined pussy.
The cheers hadn't even died down yet.
Jasmine lay on her side, thighs trembling, cum leaking slow and thick from her freshly-bred pussy, belly glowing bright silver-gold, eyes dazed and happy.
Alicia wasn't having it.
She shoved Alex flat on his back in the middle of the huge bed, silk sheets still soaked from Jasmine's squirt. Her little body was shaking with raw, jealous heat.
"Mine," she hissed, voice low and dangerous, loud enough for the front row of nobles to hear.
She straddled his hips, grabbed his still-hard cock (shiny with Jasmine's cream) and lined it up with her own dripping hole.
No teasing. No slow inch-by-inch tonight.
She sank down hard, taking every inch in one brutal drop.
"Ahhhhh—FUfuuuck—" she screamed, head thrown back, tits bouncing.
Her pussy clamped down like a fist, tighter than it had ever been, jealousy making her greedy and vicious.
Alex groaned, hands flying to her hips.
Alicia started riding him like she wanted to punish him and claim him at the same time.
Up—slam—down. Up—slam—down.
Fast. Wet. Angry.
Every drop of her ass on his thighs made a loud, filthy slap that echoed through the hall.
"You fucked her so good," she growled between moans, nails raking his chest. "Made her scream like a little princess slut… now watch me take it back."
She leaned forward, tits in his face, and started grinding hard circles, pussy creaming all over his cock.
"Ahhh… ahhh… this pussy's tighter than hers, isn't it? Say it."
"Fuck yes, baby," he growled, thrusting up to meet her. "You're squeezing me so hard—"
She slammed down again and stayed there, rolling her hips slow and nasty, eyes locked on his.
"I watched you stretch her open… watched her cum on this dick… made me so fucking wet and so fucking mad…"
Her voice cracked into a needy whine.
"Now ruin me. Right here. While she watches."
Jasmine, still panting on the sheets beside them, looked over with glassy eyes and bit her lip.
Alicia reached back, grabbed Jasmine's wrist, and pulled the princess's hand between her own legs.
"Feel how wet I get when I'm jealous," Alicia ordered, voice shaking. "Feel what he does to me."
Jasmine's fingers slid through the mess where Alex and Alicia were joined, coating themselves in cream and cum.
Alicia moaned louder, riding faster.
Alex grabbed her ass with both hands and started pounding up into her, hard, punishing strokes that made her whole body jolt.
"Ahhh—yes—fuck me harder than you fucked her—ahhh—"
Her pussy started squirting in little bursts with every thrust, soaking his stomach, the sheets, everything.
She came once—screaming his name so loud the chandeliers shook.
Then again, harder, back arching, toes curling.
On the third orgasm she collapsed forward, shaking, whispering filthy broken things against his neck.
"Never forget… I'm your favorite… I'm the one who gets you every night… ahhh… fill me… please…"
Alex flipped her onto her back without pulling out, pinned her thighs wide, and fucked her deep and slow while the whole hall watched.
When he came, he buried himself to the root and pumped thick ropes straight into her greedy little womb.
Her belly flared bright gold—brighter than Jasmine's—like it was showing off.
Alicia clung to him, legs locked around his waist, refusing to let go even when he was done.
She looked over at Jasmine with a lazy, smug smile, still impaled and dripping.
"Welcome to the family, princess."
Then she kissed Alex slow and deep, tasting victory.