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The Royal Audience
by Autumn Author
autumnauthor@webmail.co.za
Ffm, fantasy, exh, sub

Princess Cassandra must surrender publicly to the Empress of
Selea to save her people. But the Empress demands the surrender
of her body as well. Cassandra gives in reluctantly at first,
then eagerly, powerless against the sheer
beauty of the Empress.

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As we rode up to the impressive first gate of the royal city of
Andromar, I couldn't help but fidget nervously. I knew how
important my mission was, the mission to formally voice my
kingdom's submission to the Empire of Selea. If the Empress did
not accept our plea of surrender after our latest skirmishes, my
people could be wiped off the map.

This was my first real duty given to me, shortly after my 18th
birthday, and I was now a woman in the eyes of my people. My
father believed that I was the embodiment of beauty, grace, and
tact. I had worked so hard to be all of those things, and
believed it as well. Except that I did not feel like a full-grown
woman as the guards at the gate insisted I leave my escort behind
and continue into the city alone, causing momentary panic in my
chest.

When my new Selean convoy had finally wound through the city and
arrived at the grand palace; to my surprise I was escorted to the
servant's quarters. My surly guards instructed me to enter the
bath there to refresh myself and change out of the travel clothes
I had just arrived in. Realizing again that my people needed me,
I decided to bear this insult the Empress was doing me. If this
was the worst I could expect, then I will happily wash with the
servants.

As I entered the bath, three sets of eyes turned to watch me. I
had hoped it would be empty this time of day, but with a palace
as large as this, that was wishful thinking. Knowing that a true
royal presence would not be bothered being naked in front of mere
servants I calmly disrobed and ordered the help of one of the
bathing women to wash me.
Hesitating just long enough to be considered mildly
insubordinate, the shortest and plumpest of the women, perhaps in
her mid-20s with tanned skin, black hair, and heavy breasts stood
up and took her place behind me to wash my back.

"Are you Princess Cassandra, from Scandia? We have all heard of
your arrival and audience today."

"Yes I am her. I am glad news of my coming is well-known, even
among the servants."

"Oh yes, it is well-known. Many, many, important men and women
will be attending the audience. How I wish I could go as well."

At this the unnamed servant had me stand to wash my legs and
feet. After doing so she turned me to face her.

"Your highness, you are quite beautiful," she said as she pinched
one of my rosy nipples with her hand, while appraising my body
with her big black eyes. She then let her fingers trail down
toward my reddish triangle of pubic hair. "I'm certain the Queen
will be quite pleased with you."

"How dare you! I cannot believe the Empress would let her
servants behave in such a manner!" I slapped her as hard as I
could manage, given my shock, to the gasps of the other servants.
The maid who had groped me rubbed her cheek and stared with
hostility at me as I moved into an alcove to try to put on my
audience dress by myself, not allowing the others to have the
chance to brazenly fondle me as well.

At last, I had successfully donned my complicated dress, all on
my own. I was proud of the feeling of expensive silk against my
smooth legs, the high hem line around my slim waist, the
beautiful shoes adorning my dainty feet, and the tiara in my long
red hair. I truly did look the part of the Princess of Scandia,
and in doing so, could forget the unpleasant encounter in the
bath. This audience *was* going to go well, I knew it. No more
harm would come to my people.

I stepped out of the changing area and rejoined the guards who
were waiting for me. Just in time as well, they said. It would
soon be noonday, the hour of the audience that would decide the
fate of Scandia. I was escorted to the throne room and took a
deep breath as I heard the herald announce my arrival. I took a
deep breath, and walked through the tall oak doors that were
opened for me.

As I walked up the long, carpeted path up to the dais where the
throne stood, I saw that my washing maid had exaggerated a bit as
far as the amount of attendants and courtiers at this audience,
perhaps 25 men and women in total besides the royal family, all
dressed quite colorfully.

As I approached the dais, I saw for the first time the Empress of
Selea.

The Empress, I estimated, was perhaps in her mid-thirties. She
had gorgeous wavy hair the color of gold, some of which fell down
the front of her dress. Her eyes were the color of gentle blue
skies, and her skin an enthralling milky white. As befitting of
an empress, she had a commanding aura and presence about her,
helped by the fact that she had to be as least five feet and ten
inches of height.

The dress itself was a thing of beauty. It was a diaphanous
blue-gray that flowed down her body and ended just below her
knees. The fabric I did not recognize, but was of the highest
caliber. In the middle of her chest was an oval cutout that was
obviously designed to show the Empress's generous cleavage, aided
by a single string of large emeralds cascading down the valley
between her beautiful breasts. On her perfectly manicured small
feet she wore simple silver sandals. Atop her head sat a thin
golden crown. She arched an eyebrow upon my approach and I bowed
deeply.

"Welcome, child, to my fair city. I trust you had a safe trip?"

"I did, your magnificence. Thank you for inviting me here."

"Oh, not at all," the Empress replied. "It is an honorable thing,
this audience, to stop the aggression that your people initiated
against our fair empire. I trust you have a message for me, from
your father?

Biting my tongue at the knowledge that the soldiers of the Empire
were the true aggressors I decided to simply continue with the
message.

"Yes, Empress.  My father the King wishes to officially pronounce
that the Kingdom and people of Scandia officially submit to the
will of the Empire, in order that there should be peace between
us. We lay down our arms, and ask for mercy from you, the wise
and beautiful Empress of Selea."

The Queen clapped her hands once in glee, obvious happiness in
her big, blue eyes. "Oh that's wonderful, child. It is precisely
what I wanted to hear, and from such a beautiful messenger too.
The famous Princess of Scandia, the jewel of Orlan, Cassandra.
Come, approach me, I wish to get a good look at you."

I did as she asked, stepping before her and giving her my best
curtsey.

"My, my, you are impressive indeed young lady. What wonderfully
long red hair, and delightful freckles upon your fair face. Your
skin is almost as fair as mine, and your eyes a pleasing shade of
green. Come, turn around, and spin about for your Empress."

I thought it an odd request, but I slowly spun around, watching
the eyes of the courtiers behind us, as well as those of the
Empress's son to the left and behind her. The Empress clapped her
hands again.

"My, what a beautiful dress, and despite all it covers I can
still see that you are quite alluring. What do you think Piras,
my son," she asked. Turning to her son she waved him forward.

"She is very beautiful mother, I'm quite taken by her," he
replied politely.

"As am I!" she exclaimed. Waving her son back, he took his
original place behind the throne.

"Unfortunately though, I cannot simply take words as a true sign
of submission to our fair empire, it *must* be backed with deeds
as well. I'm sure you understand that, my dear Cassandra?"

"Yes, your magnificence, and we are prepared to make many
concessions in the way of disputed territories and trade
agreements that I think you'll-"

"Oh I'm sure we'll get to all of that eventually," interrupted
the Queen, "right now I was thinking of something more symbolic
in nature. She waved to another maid that was standing off to her
right. "Come, Chandra, fetch the pillows for my back, won't you?"

The servant walked back into an alcove behind the throne room and
brought back in her hands six lovely, large pillows. Five of
which she stacked vertically on the throne behind the Empress, so
that the Empress was sitting almost on the edge of the throne,
with her knees almost touching mine. In doing so her skirt had
risen to just above her knees, which to me was quite scandalous
in front of court.

"And make sure to place that last pillow so my newest loyal
subject can kneel before her Empress, dear Chandra." Chandra did
just as ordered, placing the final pink pillow on the ground in
front of and between the Empress' knees. Not having any idea what
she planned, I sank to my knees between the Empress's fair legs,
wondering what kind of oath I might be sworn to.

To my great surprise, I watched as the Empress rose up, grabbed
the hem of her lovely dress, and raised it until it was at her
waist before sitting down again. This left her pussy directly in
front of my face, although anyone else in the room would have
great difficulty seeing anything but the Empress' legs due to the
high arms on the throne and myself being directly in front of
her.

What I had never seen before was the complete absence of hair on
her pussy. It had the effect of making me feel like I had never
seen one before. I looked up to find her beautiful blue eyes
staring down at me and I found I could not move.

"Well, my dear," she spoke to me in a soft but commanding voice.
"This is something new I have come up with, but I can think of no
better way for a former enemy to prove her nation's submission to
me, and her personal loyalty as well. All the high persons of
this court of mine will witness this as proof."

In a quieter tone of voice but no less commanding she said, "I'm
certain, my dear girl, that if I tell you to put your face
between my legs  you will know what to do. If you can make me cry
out, then you'll know that I've accepted you as my subject."

No doubt noticing that I was still in shock and more than my fair
share of dismay, the Empress leaned forward to grab my hair
roughly, and then leaned back, leading my face directly into her
crotch. Breathing in deeply, I smelled the scent of her sex that
was nestled against my lips and nose and found it to be pleasing,
which amazed me. Knowing that my sacrifice here was needed by my
father and everyone else, I parted my lips and ran my tongue
against her labia.

"Ohhh, that's it my wonderful messenger, you're doing just fine.
Hold on here, I insist." The Empress took my arms and ran my
hands up towards her until I was resting some of my weight on the
top of her thighs with elbows sticking out to the sides.

Wishing for this experience to be over with as quickly as
possible, I concentrated my attention on my liege lady's pink
clitoris, licking it, and sucking it between my lips
occasionally. This, alternating with licks to the rest of her
pussy, got the desired results of feeling my new Empress squirm
against my face and hearing her moan slightly. I imagined she
must have been anticipating this, because she was already quite
wet against my face after just a few short minutes.

I needed a short break to catch my breath so I pulled my face
away from between her thighs momentarily and put a finger inside
of her pussy instead. I looked up as I was doing this and was
rewarded with a view of the Empress' face in pure ecstasy. She
had her mouth hanging open and was slowly licking her plump pink
lips with her tongue.

She had one of her hands inserted into the oval of her gown and
was very obviously rubbing her left breast. She opened her eyes
and reached her other hand to stroke the hair on the top of my
head.

"Oh you're doing such a beautiful job, my dear. Especially with
that finger..oh!" she exclaimed as I gently pinched her clitoris
between two of the fingers on my other hand. "At this rate, I'll
accept you as my subject in no time at all. What you're doing to
me is pure heaven."

After saying this, the Empress stretched the fabric of her dress
enough to free her left breast from the gown, and began to pinch
a rosy pink nipple with thin fingers, the nails painted an
alluringly deep red.

"Now I must insist you get back to work with that sweet tongue of
yours, the job is not yet done." She used the hand on my head to
guide my face back between her thighs. I set my tongue back to
work on her clitoris which I was very well acquainted with by
now.

When I too started to become aroused by all this, I tried to
embrace the feeling, believing that it would make this degrading
act easier. I could only imagine it was the reality that this
woman was the most beautiful and refined looking person I had
ever seen that was the cause of my excitement. I began to lick
and suck and kiss my new leader's thighs and pussy with an
eagerness I lacked earlier.

The Empress responded to this with a much louder moaning and she
began to buck her hips against my mouth, making it difficult to
keep my rhythm of licking her royal clit. I willed my body to
lean forward to embrace her thighs with my arms and entered my
tongue as far as it could go into her pussy, the bridge of my
nose mashed up against her clitoris as a result.

"Oh YES! Please, YES! Ohhhh Gods!" the Empress shouted to all who
could hear, and I could only hold on for dear life as she came
quite violently on my face. Tasting her juices as they ran in my
mouth and past my lips, I swallowed as best I could.

No one had ever told me a woman could produce so much love from
her vagina, and I had never guessed. The taste was slightly
sweet, and slightly tangy, and not at all unpleasant. If I had to
do this to a woman, I thanked the Gods that it was such a beauty
as the Empress of Selea.

I ran my hands up and down the thighs of the Empress as she
calmed down and took several deep breaths with her eyes closed.
Feeling an opportunity to be mischievous, I bent down to kiss her
feet and toes and in doing so, gave some of those in the crowd a
good view of the royal pussy.

The Empress gave no sign of modesty and she opened her eyes but
failed to close her long white legs, exposing herself to ten or
more of the men and women. Out of the corner of my eye I saw that
some stared with open brazenness, and some bowed their heads in
respect. What a confident woman, I thought.

"There there my dear, no need to kiss my feet after you've kissed
something much finer than that, wouldn't you agree?"

"Yes, your magnificence. I have not had a true kiss before this,
but I cannot think of anyone or anything I would have rather
kissed first. You are sweeter than the finest fruit." The truth
tumbled from between my lips unconsciously.

"That is so sweet of you to say," the Empress replied. "I must
tell you, you have certainly earned your request of peace, and no
more harm will come to your people."

With this she crossed her lovely legs and adjusted her dress to
once again cover both of her large breasts. "But to ensure that
this newfound peace continues, I have had an idea while your face
was nestled against the best parts of me.

"I would like to ensure that our houses are entwined very
closely. To that end, my son here will ensure that you, the
eldest of your house, have a child that will one day lead your
charming kingdom within our own empire. How does that sound,
loyal daughter?"

What a stroke of luck! I had never thought to marry into such a
wealthy and powerful family! "Oh yes, my Empress, what an honor.
I would be happy to be wed to your charming and handsome son." I
nodded to the Prince, who had as much grace and handsomeness and
his mother had charm and beauty.

"Oh no, Cassandra, I must stop you there. There can be no
marriage between you for I have other plans for my son as far as
marriage is concerned. It simply wouldn't befit him to marry
someone of your stature, as I'm sure you can agree. No, I simply
mean that you will bear him a son, with no marriage involved.
Surely you can see the benefit despite that, yes?"

Of course I could, I thought. I could also see the benefit to the
Prince and the Empress far outweighed the benefit to me. To bear
a child out of wedlock would bind our Kingdom to their Empire,
but not bind them to us, if it didn't suit their needs. Still,
there was no room to argue, and I nodded meekly to my Empress'
wishes.

"Excellent," she clapped her hands. "My son, you've often said
that the Scandians are not much more than animals, yes? Well come
and prove it then. Take her like an animal and prove it to your
mother and her guests."

My eyes widened and shock crept over my face as Piras walked over
to my kneeling form with his sword unsheathed. He grabbed my arm
and dragged to my feet and deftly cut my beautiful dress down the
front with his sword. With another cut, he had completely cut
away my underclothes, and nodded to me to step out of the ruins
of my clothing. Feeling small and insignificant, I did so without
delay and found myself standing completely naked in front of not
only the Empress and her son, but all the other guests as well,
except for my necklace of pearls, tiara, and forgotten shoes.

The Prince then nudged my feet and I stepped out of the shoes,
and began to take off my tiara. The Empress stopped me before I
could do so.

"Oh dear no, leave your tiara on. I wouldn't want anyone to
forget your status here, while my son fucks you like the royal
Scandian slut you are." I stared in open disbelief at her, and
noticed she had spread her legs again, with her pussy in full
view of her son. What kind of people were these, I wondered?

I didn't have too much to time to wonder as the Empress leaned
forward to grab my hands and held them down on her knees, so that
I was forced to bend over. Her son lowered his breeches and
underclothes and walked behind me.

Suddenly I could feel his hands roaming over my breasts and
belly. He rubbed my thighs and back as well. Just when I thought
he had touched every inch of my body above my knees, I felt the
tip of his very erect penis against the lips of my pussy. All the
while the Empress held my gaze with those same gentle blue eyes,
and for some illogical reason, looking into those eyes made me
relax and welcome what was to come.

The only sound I could hear as the Prince first entered my pussy
with his stiff cock was the rustling of the Empress's dress as
she began to rub her clit, so soon after I had worked so hard to
bring her to climax with my mouth. I kept my hands on her knees
and accustomed myself to the slow thrusting of the Prince into my
pussy. My wetness from bringing his mother her orgasm helped him
move into me quite easily.

The Empress broke eye contact with me to look above my head and I
looked behind me to see that she was now watching her son as he
continued to fuck me slowly, the enjoyment obvious on his face as
he smiled openly back at her.

"What do you think Piras? Is she worthy of your cock, or your
child," the Empress asked of her son.

"Yes mother, she has a fine cunt." Then so only the three of us
could hear he whispered, "Second only to yours."
A shock went through my body at that, and I felt myself become
wetter for a reason I couldn't even fathom. I did not want to
think about it.

To that comment the Empress laughed in a way that implied that
what Piras had said was a given.  She grabbed my elbows and
inched me towards her, leading her son forward as well. When I
was close enough, she let free her right breast from her dress
and guided my head towards it cupping it with one of her hands. I
willingly put the gorgeous pink nipple into my mouth and began to
suck, much to the moaned delight of the woman who had complete
control of me.

I moaned into her nipple myself, my body ecstatic at the constant
long strokes my pussy was receiving from the Prince. I had never
experienced this either, and it was something I never even
considered resisting. I let the last barriers to being used as a
royal fuck toy by this family go and all the remaining fear and
outrage washed away from my mind.

Seconds after I resolved to enjoy this, I felt the Empress' hand
on my head again and without any further encouragement I once
again lowered my head between those beautiful milky thighs.
Fortunately the Empress had stacked the pillows under her
beautiful behind so that it was possible for me to lick my
Empress' lovely labia while being used by her son.

She was close again to orgasm, which was obvious. So was I, and
the Prince was speeding up his strokes and I was in danger of
going over the edge. The Empress must have felt the same, and she
exhorted her son.

"Fuck her Piras, she's ready to come. What a princess she is,
she'll be ready to lick my pussy on a mere crook of my finger
after this, and she'll fuck you at a moment's notice too. And I
aim to ensure you do get pregnant, young Cassandra, even if I
have to send Piras after you a few months from now, to fuck you
in front of your own father if need be. Oh my Gods, I'm going to
come again, look at me Piras, look at me when you come in her."

Come he did, and I dimly felt the hot streams of the Prince enter
me with one last thrust, triggering me to go over the edge with
the Empress' clitoris between my lips.

My moaning drove her wild and I began to feel her squirm again,
the approaching orgasm obvious as the Prince withdrew his cock
from my pussy, letting warm fluid run down my thighs. As I nearly
lost control of my body from my first real orgasm, I was dimly
aware of the Prince pressing down on my back, forcing me to
resume my original position of being on my knees between his
mother's legs.

Once I had recovered, I returned my attention to her clitoris,
enjoying the sounds of her moans and the taste of her pussy. I
didn't just enjoy it, I loved it now, and I reveled in what these
two had showed to me. It was more pleasure than I had thought was
possible. It was wrong surely, but what harm came of it, really?
They had taught me that open depravity was one of the advantages
of being royalty.

I then felt the pressure from my Empress' thighs around my head,
and she raised her legs to rest them on my shoulders and back. I
knew then to stick my tongue into her slit again to please my
beautiful ruler. I was rewarded with more love juice from the
Empress which I swallowed like ambrosia, coating my mouth and
lips. At the same time I heard those beautiful dulcet tones of
her yelling out in orgasm, sounds I knew would please angels and
the very Gods themselves.

Once I felt the Empress relax, and take her legs off of me, I
collapsed onto my side, my left arm propping me up. I no longer
felt conscious of my complete nudity in front of the seemingly
restless crowd. The Empress snapped her fingers and the Prince,
now dressed again, and he walked down to the edge of the
courtiers and escorted them through the doors in the back of the
hall.

Alone for the first time with the Empress, I turned to look upon
her again, amazed by her commanding presence, even when nude from
nearly the waist down with her legs splayed open.  Most men in my
kingdom consider the vagina to be a weakness. As I stared at her
in adoration I realized that this was not so. Her clitoris and
her labia were perfect, a work of art. More than that, she had
the will to dominate with it, and she could make anyone do what I
had just done. I knew that in my heart.

"You did very well, I must admit no one has quite pleased me in
the way you have today. I owe you quite a bit in that regard, but
I must remind you I meant what I said about you bearing my son's
child. You have siblings, do you not?"

"Yes, your magnificence. A brother and a sister."

"Your brother is 6, and your sister 3, or so I've heard. If you
have a son, he will marry your sister. If it be a daughter, she
will marry your brother. You will ensure they consummate the
marriage, and bear children of their own, children belonging to
my family. In this way will your kingdom become ours, without
requiring my son to marry someone low enough to kneel before an
audience and so willingly debase herself between the royal thighs
of this Empire. Do you understand me, child?"

To this I nodded my assent obediently, her direct gaze demanding
only the answer which I had given.

"Now you may leave me, Cassandra. I'm afraid that as a final
proof of your submission, you'll have to leave as you are. The
people of my fair city must have a clear understanding of your
people's surrender to us, and your surrender to me. Go and show
them with your naked body what the consequences are of coming
into conflict with our Empire. Although I believe you did enjoy
some of the consequences," she added with a smile.

Despite this last insult, I felt in my heart a new sort of pride
welling in my chest. The Empress may have thought that pressing
my face between her milky thighs was a degrading act, audience or
no, but I now knew how wrong I had been in believing that. There
could be no greater honor or pleasure in the known world. Low? I
felt like I was close to the Gods in that moment. My great joy
flowed out as I spoke.

"Despite my earlier feelings, magnificence, I wish you to know
that I love you with my entire heart and body, and my soul as
well. I will do as you ask and appear naked before your citizens,
or anyone else you wish, with humility and obedience. If any
inquire of me, I will let them know that they have the most
beautiful, yet fearsome ruler in the world, and that no man or
woman can compare. If you desire me again, send word, and I will
return as swiftly as possible."

I said these things with complete devotion and sincerity, and
still hold these beliefs dear in my heart. I took the grin from
the owner of my soul as her approval of my words and left the
room walking backwards, never taking my eyes off of her until my
exit.

I barely remember the lengthy march back to the city gates,
beaming as I was with my new kind of pride, this confidence that
I had never felt before. I did not take much notice of the eyes
staring at me. Not a man, woman, or child asked anything of me.
They must have known what their Empress could inspire a human
being to feel.

I walked down the streets barefoot and lacking any clothing but
my tiara and pearls. What need did I have of clothes or any
worldly possessions, when I was to bear the grandchild of such a
divine woman? My head swam with such thoughts.

Upon approaching the gate, feeling the cool breeze of the wind
between my legs and across my breasts, one troubling though did
come to mind. Would I have the eloquence of speech to convince my
escorts waiting for me of the divinity of the Empress? What about
my father? My people? I would have to do my best, for they would
never know the ecstasy of being made to submit personally and
intimately to such an awe-inspiring woman.

The End.