263 Prince

Thrud Castle

Prince's private quarters

Prince Victor Del Lagos was currently enjoying a bath. The man's golden hair had grown long, now tied into a tail. His skinny-frame had packed on more mass and muscle since re-engaging in swordsmanship and active duty. His strong, wide back was currently being washed by Daisy, as she continued to slather soap across her breasts, squeezing the two heavenly peaks into the man.

Her dainty hands wrapped around his waist to massage his cock. A mixture of saliva, pre-cum and body lotion lubricated the man's penis as her fingers spun circles and vortexes around the tip. Making the man shudder as he released more of his pre-cum into the mix.

Victor himself was in a great mood. Having been entirely successful in defending the new keep, against so many variants of monsters and beasts. The prince and his paladin corps were in high spirits. However, as they too were only human, Victor decided to allow them rest and respite back within Thrud Castle.

The 2000 levies he had conscripted before, who were delegated to cleaning, cooking and supply tasks were not shafted to the frontlines. Placed under the commander who was originally managing the keep. Thus, if those levies perished in battle, it wouldn't stain his own records.

Having redeemed himself with military merit, personally fighting amongst the frontlines day in and day out. The man decided to pat himself on the back. He was tempted to employ further pet-maids to warm his bed, but it seems the man had grown quite fond of Daisy.

With the military aspect resolved, the prince now needed to redeem himself politically. And Asai Trichia had presented him with the perfect excuse to re-enter the scenes of society.

Having read numerous reports on how supposedly powerful the young duke was, if he the prince managed to triumph over the man, to dominate him. He would immediately regain his recognition, authority and image as a leader. 

He imagined it for hours without end, as Daisy continued to pleasure him.

If he had Asai Trichia under his thumb, at his every whim and order. No other noble would be foolish enough to challenge him. Not with Duke Trichia, the Duke of war under his control.

Glancing down, his eyes met Daisy's. Her strawberry-blonde hair stuck to her face, her neck and her large breasts. The girl had positioned herself in-between the man's legs as he sat upon a stool. His penis embraced by the two squishy and lubricated peaks, as she continued to squish, lifting and lowering them rapidly to pleasure him visually and physically. 

Seeing his eyes filled with satisfaction and lust, Daisy stuck her healthy pink tongue out, allowing her saliva to drip upon his member. 

"Daisy. Suck it. Now."

Daisy happily obliged, quick to dip her head down and taking the entirety of the rod in. Her gag-reflexes had been train so often that they no longer triggered. Although, her eyes still filled with tears as she tried to squeeze his penis into her small throat.

Prince Victor, delirious from pleasure and victory grabbed her blonde head and forced her into his groins. Face-fucking her relentlessly, no matter if she choked or coughed.

Her saliva and his precum allowed the man's cock to effortlessly and ruthlessly thrust in and out of her mouth. Her cherry pink lips and youthful tongue continued to perform their best, wrapping tightly, and consistently maintaining contact. Daisy even held the man's ass with both hands to help stabilize herself as her head was rocked back and forth in line with the prince's thrusting. The man only stopped after her shot his cum directly down her throat. 

As his climax ended, he slid his cock out, he smiled as he relished in her image. Daisy, kneeling, her large breasts hung as her tears and saliva covered her face. A small, weak smile upon her, he gave her soft cheeks a few slaps with his cock.

The degrading treatment, as if she were but a sexual relief tool. 

"Good girl Daisy." Prince Victor Del Lagos continued to enjoy the dopamine shots. His limp cock, laid upon the girls face, on her nose, and in-between her eyes, as she remained eye contact.

Daisy's Stockholm-syndrome and forced masochistic kink triggered, making her wet and happy, to serve her prince.

...

Prince Victor now dressed in a more comfortable attire, fitting for high nobility was seated at his desk. Daisy, stood behind the man, massaging his shoulders with tender-loving-care. As if he were her husband.

The man was reading his newest report which detailed their efforts regarding the young Duke of War.

There were rumours and talks of a possible marriage between his younger sister Queen Victoria and Asai Trichia, also rumours that Duke Jeffrey's daughter, Rosemi De Lumix was pregnant with Asai's child. Thus, leading to discussions between the joining of the two ducal households.

Reports, sighting of Asai being well-treated among the elves received great scrutiny. Lucas and his adventurer party knew nothing of the political dynamics at play. Thus, when interrogated. Lucas, Mimi, Lucy and Marvin all spoke incredibly highly of the duke's performance in Via Marea. Exaggerating on his ability to instantly get along with the elves as if they had been childhood friends all along. They had good intentions, hoping to repay Asai for his kindness and training. However, due to their ignorance, they only spurred the prince's agents on.

The duke's own background story was incredibly suspicious. The man apparently rose from nothing, from a lowly orphan to a mighty duke. With no family members documented. His sudden rise to power was incredibly forced. Perhaps Baron Bralcom Fowl and the Viscounts who had plotted against the man were in truth sacrificed to pave the path for Duke Trichia.

The picture was becoming clearer as he read on.

Duke Jeffrey De Lumix, grandson of the old monarch who lost to Godfrey Del Lagos and his father. Duke Jeffrey De Lumix had been the direct superior of Jenson De Lion, who personally assisted Asai Trichia's rise to power. 

The De Lumix house had been conspiring against the crown all along. Successfully placing a puppet up to create another Duke within the kingdom, to control and influence the kingdom on a greater scale.

Anger surged within the man, his chair abruptly launched backwards, slamming into Daisy as he stood. His fist slammed down into the desk, blasting the wooden piece of furniture into splinters.

"My dearest sister is a puppet. Holy shit, Victoria sent me out to the far north to protect me! She knew what was happening, but she must be trapped, surrounded by people she cant trust. I get it now, she told me she needed me, my support, I see it now sis! 

Duke Jeffrey is the enemy, his daughter Rosemi that bitch! I was going to grace her with my offspring, but to think she and her father were so vile! 

I am being played, if I were to attack Asai Trichia, I would only be giving Duke Jeffrey time and further control over the kingdom. I know now what I must do!"

Prince Victor charged out of the room. In search of his most loyal knight, Istvan.

"Istvan! Prepare the men! Conscript and pull all the reserve forces we have. Send a messenger to all the noble households who still support me, and that are against Victoria's reign."

"I have no choice but to kidnap Victoria, if I allow our enemies to realize my intelligence and wit, and that I have seen through their schemes, there's no knowing what they might do to her. But, if I manage to kidnap her, making them believe us to be at odds, then she would be out of their reach and in safe hands, my hands!

Father, your kingdom, your people, I will save them!"

Istvan, always the loyal dog. Immediately saluted his lord and prince, before running out to order the messengers.