The Queen's Challenge
Story Codes: MF, M+F+, FF+, MMmF, wife, cuck, creampie, historical, rom, w/s,
inc, bi
Written in 2012 by Happy Horny Marriage (happy.horny.marriage@gmail.com)
More stories at /~Happy_Horny_Marriage/
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* The Queen's Challenge *
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The two children ran along the frothy sapphire waters of the Aegean Sea,
splashing thick, sandy drops into the waves. The girl, her rust-colored hair
glittering from the effusive waters veered suddenly away from the foam,
pointing wildly at a speckled crab and yelling to her playmate, "Karkinos!
Karkinos!"
Her friend giving no reply, she turned to see him transfixed upon the ocean
and, stepping beside him, gasped at the massive hulk headed into the Golden
Horn of the Bosporus. In 1147 CE, Constantinople attracted countless traders
from throughout the Mediterranean, but the children had never seen such a
glorious ship, its towering mast splaying a blue sail adorned with golden
fluers-de-lis, colors chosen to match the royal French flag. Behind them
stretched the massive fleet of the Second Crusade.
Below the undulating sailcloth, two lovers leaned together, their hands pressed
hotly into each other's. The woman was lovely beyond compare, her dark blonde
hair highlighted with spans as light as ivory and her piercing green-gray eyes
drawing the attention of all who saw them. Her figure was shapely with plump
melons for breasts and wide hips joining her narrow waist and muscular legs.
Her full lips were light pink and with a sweet breath she spoke, "My dear
husband, Louis, though they call you Louis the Younger your love truly feels
timeless. How is it that there was I time before we met, when I feel that I
have known you since before time began?"
"Eleanor of Aquitaine, of all women fairest to behold, was it not you that
offered me an apple sweeter than God's favor? And, have I not always been
thankful to have tasted the dulcet juice of your love? For far better a gift is
the honey of your flower than any windy divine and gladly do I savor the mortal
delights of our passion instead of a dull, loveless firmament," replied the
King of the Franks, his lusty, twenty-seven year old physique rippling with
thewy brawn.
"Ten years have we been married, my sweet cinnamon. Ten years since you plucked
my youth at thirteen and met my zeal for salacious adventure," the fair-haired
queen rejoined, "and never have you disappointed my libidinous expectation.
Yet, shall I be as stale as a chaste prioress and not offer you a challenge, a
test of your sexual gallantry?"
"There is no court I would so willingly submit to than your own court of love,
dearest Ellen," he replied, drawing closer so that their lips were nearly
touching, "You need but speak the dare and I shall perform it."
"Very well, my beloved Louis, let the challenge then be accepted. In this you
will have four trials, dear husband, and, should you succeed in them all, the
prize shall be more profound than most wights know even possible."
Descending to her knees, she pulled down her husband's codpiece causing his
massive cock to spring outward like the horn of a unicorn. Her right hand,
small but very strong, gripped the base of his shaft and milked outwards
towards his glans. Her lips opened and she slid the head of his throbbing
member into her mouth, her tongue circling its sensitive edge. With her left
hand she firmly grabbed where his enormous balls met his staff and tugged down,
tightening her supple hand around his testes.
"Oohhh...," he gasped as she stroked his cock, squeezing his balls until their
pain matched the exquisite pleasure of her busy mouth. Just as he was about to
cum, she spit out his cock and stood up, her left hand still clenching his
balls as she thrusted her tongue into his mouth.
"Let your cup fill, husband," she breathed and slapped his cock roughly, "for
the thrill of the hunt has only began."
* * * * *
The couple had enjoyed a long night of drinking and merrymaking with the rulers
of Byzantine, Emperor Manuel and his wife, Empress Irene. Manuel boisterously
described his defeat of the Turks to the French royalty, gesturing wildly with
his goblet as he breathlessly declaimed his gallantry. So wild, in fact, were
his gestures, that a splash of wine spilled over onto his wife's deep cleavage.
"Manuel," ordered the Empress as she pulled her gown's neckline lower, exposing
her large, erect nipples and dark, plum-sized areolae that ornamented her
gigantic breasts, "demonstrate to our guests the universality of husbands'
submission to their wives', shall we say, influence."
She grabbed Manuel's curly, raven-colored hair and pulled his angular face to
her bosom. Smiling, he lapped at the golden wine dampening her breasts. Ellen
smiled and her hand found purchase upon the lap of Louis' robe, feeling his rod
stiffening.
"Come, fair Eleanor, and have a taste," Irene beckoned, "is it not as sweet as
nectar?"
Ellen turned to Louis and kissing him wetly whispered, "polish your staff, my
love, while you watch me play."
Nodding and chuckling the French king massaged his cock through the silk
smoothness of his royal blue robe. Irene lifted up her gown, exposing her hairy
pink pussy between plump, olive-hued thighs and with practiced zeal began
rubbing her moist triangle. Ellen peeled off her own gown, becoming completely
naked, and straddled one of Irene's legs, curving to lick the wine on the older
woman's chest as she slid her slick cunt up and down on the Empress' knee.
The exotically handsome Manuel's thirsty tongue darted across his wife's great
tit and jousted with Ellen's mouth. They kissed sloppily with Irene's nipple as
a third playing betwixt them as Irene trailed her fingers, wet with the juice
of her pussy, under Ellen's belly and tightly between the shaved lips of the
queen's pussy as she continued to gyrate on the Empress' leg.
"Even your fruit is completely naked," remarked Irene excitedly, "A fine French
fashion, I surmise!"
"Aaaahh...," Ellen moaned as she fluidly arched up to Irene and their mouths
met, combining passionately as the sweet smell of their womanly treasures
mingled and mixed.
Manuel stood over Ellen, dotting her with kisses from the nape of her neck down
her back to hop back and forth from one cheek of her abundant ass to the other,
narrowing gradually until his wet mouth delighted her rosebud with its rimming.
Again she gasped as he forcefully pressed his face into her rear, increasing
the pressure of her pussy on Irene's knee and rapidly trilling finger. Irene
stroked Ellen's blonde hair and ears, gently moving her down her chest to the
Empress' hot, dark pussy.
Ellen felt the throbbing head of Manuel's large cock against her asshole as
Irene slipped two of her fingers into her womanly hole. Her ass thoroughly
lubricated by his spit, Manuel slowly slid his manhood into her tight butt as
Irene pumped her fingers in and out of her crotch. Ellen's kissed Irene's dewy
pussy and she began lapping at her clit, tasting the spicy sweetness of Irene's
juices.
Irene pressed Ellen's face tightly onto her pussy, panting with lusty pleasure
as she came, Irene's eyes locked with her husband's as he, excited at the sight
of her orgasm, groaned deeply and squirted five sprays of pearly cum into
Ellen's pink ass. Ellen dismounted from Irene's sopping knee as Manuel's cock
sloppily slipped out of her ass and she strode towards Louis, pivoting when she
reached him and exhibiting her sticky, pear shaped ass a few inches from his
face.
With absolute command in her voice she ordered to all three, "drink from my
flowing chalice!"
Grabbing Louis' umber locks, she forced him to clean her cum-glazed ass and
tongue her well-fucked anus while the Emperor and Empress cheerfully submitted
to her imperate, slurping and licking at her soaking wet pussy.
"Uhhhhh... uhhhhh.... mmmmMMMmmmm!" the beautiful queen moaned and she came,
pale golden pee squirting from her pussy into the delighted mouths of the
Byzantine rulers. They lapped thirstily as Louis fetched the last bit of cum
from between her tightly squeezed ass cheeks. At last they all collapsed
happily, warmly embracing, and falling asleep in the musky, lurid mix of sex
and wine.
* * * * *
Two weeks later in Antioch, the sounds of Louis snoring resounded through the
opulently decorated room, the heady fragrance of cloves and myrrh wafting in
from the burning incense.
"Wake up, dear husband," Ellen softly breathed into Louis' ear, "Just as I've
promised your lasciviousness, I've returned from my uncle's room and your next
trial awaits."
Her hands stretched over his chest, down his firm abdomen, and towards his
rising flag. She continued, "You remember my Uncle Raymond, Prince of Antioch?
He most certainly remembered me, bold Louis. His wife, Constance, is but twenty
years-old and very fetching, but I could see from their sidelong glances that
not a few times had he spoken of me and the trysts we enjoyed so many years
ago."
"It started innocently enough, as after you retired to our accommodations, they
invited me to their chamber to play backgammon and drink kumis. There were
studied players, my love, and both beat me quite roundly. And, after a final
losing match, Constance offered to console my defeat with a massage in the
style of Jerusalem.
"Her hands were strong, as though their decade of marriage had trained them to
find and release every ache. And, I do mean every ache, for the further I eased
into repose, the nearer were her supple hands' caress to the soft pink of my
flower. Indeed, as her fingers tugged and kneaded my bosom, my uncle began to
rub my tender feet with his rugged hands.
"His hands, so large and strong, squeezed my heels and roamed over my feet.
Constance began kissing my neck as she lightly capered about my nipples, their
tender swelling soon warmed with her soothing mouth. My uncle now unleashed his
gargantuan cock from satin pantaloons and pressed his swollen member unto my
little foot, massaging it between the arch and his hand.
"I couldn't help but begin fingering myself, Louis, while they shamelessly
watched, my uncle's cock rubbing firmly against my heel as Constance began to
climb on top of me, her comely mouth indulging every inch of my skin as she
kissed my belly, my hips, my inner thigh, and, finally, my smooth, wet cunt.
And, as her mouth caused me such heavenly pleasure, she placed her own flaxen
peach upon my face and I drank in the lusty, familiar flavors of her womanhood.
"My Uncle Raymond's thick, sinewy arms further spread my legs, revealing a
sight of apparent wondrousness to him, for he very eagerly stroked his giant
cock as he watched his young wife toyed between my thighs. And, then, squeezing
the juice of a melon onto his massive staff, he pressed its mighty girth into
my flower as Constance nibbled upon my button.
"Oh, how I came, beloved Louis, like a thousand angels were tickling with their
wings and brought me to rhapsodic ecstasy. And, as I came, so did my uncle and
Constance, the wet lips of her cunt pressed tightly on my mouth as my tongue
darted in and out. Oh, how it possesses me when I think of it! My uncle's giant
cock exploded within the tightness of my hole, filling me with his creamy issue.
"Mmmmm... it's stirred up such a sanguine humour in me, dear Louis, that I
cannot sleep now without another such release. I will hike up my gown, for my
cunt is still sodden with their spit and seed, and seat myself upon your face.
Lick, husband, lick my soaking cunt and put your finger between my cheeks so
that I may again come. And, when I come, if you do you a good enough job, I may
even squirt some of my own golden nectar into your mouth. Would you like that,
Louis?"
But, Louis could only assent with a muffled, "Mmmfffhhh," for she had already
ensconced her pussy upon his face. She leaned over and swallowed his cock into
her mouth. Allowing some spit to dribble onto her hand from her mouth, she
extended her own finger into his ass, just as he did the same to her. But, just
as he was about to spray his cum in an orgasmic geyser of his own, she ejected
his cock from her mouth and slapped it again.
"Not yet, brave Louis," she hummed as her second orgasm began, "more of your
challenge awaits..."
* * * * *
The witches' cave was not far from Antioch, hidden within a small cove a day's
journey by horse from the mouth of the Orontes. The guide dispatched by Raymond
alighted and beckoned Eleanor to follow. Louis dismounted to come as well, but
the guide shook his hands and said in Arabic, "Amra'a, liki wahdik! Liki
wahdik!"
"He states that only her ladyship can go," explained their translator and Louis
nodded as Eleanor walked over to him.
Ellen kissed him lovingly and, her arms around his broad shoulders, said,
"Worry not, my handsome king. This is just as the the prophecy predicted. And,
just as was betoken, I shall return unscathed, but much adored."
With lissome steps, she penetrated the darkness of the cave and, feeling her
way around the smoothed rock corner, approached the flickering amber gleam of
torchlight. As her eyes acclimated to the shadowy grotto, she saw four female
figures approach, each completely naked except for a shimmering silver
headdress framing a stylized golden python.
"Welcome, most noble Queen of France, to our sanctuary. We have awaited your
arrival for many moons and know you are thirsty for the secrets of our order.
Come, beloved lady, and be purified so that you may share in the mysteries,"
spoke the tallest of the four pale-skinned, dark haired priestesses as they
bowed before her.
Ellen smiled, responding, "Sisters of the mystery, long have I, too, seen this
day ahead and felt the feverish drum of my heart in my anticipation. And, anon,
shall the foretold dream be awakened."
The four priestesses led the lovely queen forward to a large pool in which a
steaming font emptied before trickling unseen through the cave's crevices out
to the beach.
"The famed bath of Ophiuchus!" exclaimed Ellen, as the women helped her from
her riding clothes and into the hot, bubbling waters of the pool.
A variety of large aromatic flowers floated on the swirling waters and one of
the priestess shaved bits of anise-scented soap into the water with an ancient,
ceremonial dagger. Soon the baths were foaming with sweet bubbles and the four
priestesses slid into the bath alongside the queen. As the women all began to
bathe Eleanor in the roiling suds, a tall, lithe woman emerged from a door
above the bath.
"Eleanor of Aquitaine, I am so delighted you have arrived. I am Mother Fa'tin
and I am the head of our order," the gray-haired matron intoned, the dark
nipples contrasting with her pale breasts as they pointed down towards Eleanor,
"To begin your initiation, you must drink of the cock-fruit and see the future
in its visions."
Mother Fa'tin uncorked a festooned porcelain jar and extracted a small handful
of tiny mushrooms. Crushing the dried fungi with mortar and pestle, she shook
the flour into a golden goblet and poured into this honey wine from an amphora.
Descending the steps to the pool, she handed the goblet to Eleanor and sat on a
stone stool by the water, legs open to reveal her silver tufted flower.
Eleanor stood and grasped the goblet firmly. With a deep breath, she quaffed it
with one draught. The queen eased back into the steaming, foamy water and felt
the soothing hands of the priestesses slide all over her figure, massaging and
cleaning her body and soul. Overtaken by fatigue from her ride and the tranquil
sultry waters, she relaxed into a deep sleep as she was gently floated and
rocked by many hands.
When she awoke she first thought she was still dreaming, but dreaming as never
before. Beautiful geometric patterns decorated all she saw and a feeling of
warmth and joy permeated her entire body. The four priestesses began to glide
their hands increasingly on Ellen's nether regions, their fingers circling and
teasing her pussy lips and ass. Two began kissing her neck and face, one on
each side, their hands sliding all over chest and legs as another priestess
stood between her feet, her hands massaging her heels and toes. The fourth
sister bobbed up from between her thighs and, resting Ellen's legs on her
shoulders, lifted her so that her pussy was out of the water and began to lick
and suck on her clit.
"Ooooooooooooohhh....", Ellen incanted as she felt transformed into a goddess
and the cave began to fill with colorful light.
Mother Fa'tin licked her lips and dimpled, vigorously rubbing her wet, hoary
pussy as she watched the priestesses delight their guest. The four women
circled around Ellen, their fingers, mouths, and bodies pressed close to hers,
warmly sliding across, around, in, and out of her hairless pussy and puckered
anus. Ellen surrendered to the complete ecstasy she was feeling as an
otherworldly orgasm opened in her consciousness, transporting her to a world
beyond phantasy.
Ellen and Mother Fa'tin stared into each other's eyes as she came, the rippling
waves of euphoria lasting for what seemed to the queen like hours. And, so was
the first or many orgasms the priestesses to Eleanor that evening, later using
many sexual relics and devices to bring her to a sexual awareness
phantasmagorical and wondrous.
When in the morning she strode out from the cave and embraced her husband,
kissing him and imparting what had happened as he stroked him cock, she
intimated that she now knew the answers to the mystery. But, as she batted his
cock down from orgasm, she would not reveal her secrets just yet.
* * * * *
The secret visitors arrived at twilight, sneaking into the singularly lavish
camp of the French royalty and its retinue on the outskirts of Edessa. A regal
welcome was in store for the two men, with scented baths and massage oils,
spiced kebabs, and fine wine. Only after they had supped and regained their
vigor were they led to meet the King and Queen of France.
Later that night, one of the visitors, Geoffrey Plantagenet, Count of Anjou,
met with Eleanor behind the very tent in which the visitors were staying.
Eleanor silently pulled him towards her, clutching his groin through his tunic
and deeply kissing him. He grabbed her buttocks through her sheer primrose
gown, massaging her ass as she straddled his leg, grinding her pussy up and
down on him as they kissed.
"As delightful as this is, let's not forget why you are here," the count
asserted, shifting the curtain of the tent a few inches and revealing inside
the young Henry Plantagenet, fourteen years of age but with the strapping body
of a well-built man.
Henry was laying with his legs apart and his large cock thrust outward as he
dripped oil onto his stomach and leg. With his free hand he rubbed the oil all
over his muscular thighs and chiseled abdomen, pouring more oil on his long
rod, balls, and ass, then rubbing those until he glistened with unctuous
shininess and his manhood was throbbing with full arousal.
"Do you like what you see, Eleanor of Aquitaine?" inquired the count, pulling
the flimsy gown off her and placing his finger into her mouth, then his, before
smearing the slick saliva on her anus, "Allow me to present my son, the future
Count of Anjou and second husband to you."
The teenager now was ardently pumping his lengthy pole, his other hand having
found a tapered candle that he was thrusting in and out of his ass in time to
his cock stroking. The count knelt behind Ellen, spreading her cheeks with his
broad hands and circling her pink asshole with his tongue as she passionately
fingered herself. She moaned in approval as the count pushed her against the
tent, Henry looked up lustfully, continuing to massage his swollen member.
Ellen protested slightly as the count pushed her more forcefully against the
tent and suddenly the gap from which she was spying came open. She rolled onto
the ground naked in front of the lad, her face flushed with embarrassment as
the two men stood over her, their cocks rock hard and their hands instinctively
stroking themselves. She watched transfixed as their foreskins alternately
encircled and revealed their tips and then the count lifted her off the ground
and wheeled her around to face him.
She looked at the count with hesitant desire as he roughly pulled her towards
him, his unshaven face scratchy on her fair skin. He put a hand under each of
her legs and lifted her up so that she hooked her legs around his hips. The
count's hard cock bumped against her wet pussy, starting to push into her
tight, warm hole when she felt a pair of hands gently slip along her sides and
rest under her armpits. Henry's smooth face pressed into her hair and she could
feel his hot breath on the back of her neck, his oiled cock throbbing against
her slick anal rosebud.
"My dear wife," announced Louis happily from the shadows to her right, "Mother
Fa'tin has led me here to complete the challenge."
The silver-haired leader of the order stood aside him, her hand tightly clasped
onto his cock like harness. She grinned enigmatically at the queen, three
fingers of her other hand spreading her pussy and rubbing her clit. Ellen felt
the two men press their cocks into her simultaneously as she smiled at her
husband, the sensation of their cocks pressing against each other through her
tight holes amplifying her excitement.
Mother Fa'tin chanted as she pulled Louis' cock in time to the two men inside
his wife, "And, thus the secret matrimony begins. In keeping with the lustful
polyandry of your mother, let the wedding with this additional sire be welcomed
by you and your principal husband. As is tradition, some of your children will
join the order and others will rise to rule the world. May you enjoy the
uninhibited bliss of sexual pleasure in all your adventures!"
"Uuuuuuhh!!" groaned the count as he pushed his thick cock inside Eleanor,
cumming so much that her pussy overflowed with his white seed while he
continued thrusting hastily.
Ellen kissed him, lashing his lips with her tongue and he smiled, pulling his
slippery cock from her dripping pussy. He walked over to Louis, embracing and
congratulating him. Mother Fa'tin at last released Louis' cock from her tight
grip and she say back on a plush chair. The count knelt within her legs,
happily lapping at her wet, grey-haired pussy as she watched Louis approach and
kiss Ellen.
Louis could feel the wetness of Ellen's cum-filled pussy getting all over him
and dripping with each vigorous thrust of Henry's cock. Henry reached under
Ellen's legs and lifted her up off the ground, his cock still pumping away as
she faced out from him, her legs in the air. Louis traced his kisses down from
her beautiful lips to her sweaty breasts and belly, on down to her drenched
pink pussy, musky with the scent and flavor of sex.
He licked her swollen clit and slipped his tongue down through her smooth pussy
lips, tasting the count's peppery cum mixed with the sweet flavor of her juice.
He began tongue fucking her hole and he could feel Henry's cock dutifully
gliding through her ass. 'Perhaps he needs a little something extra,' he
thought as his tongue trailed further down to her ass and he began licking the
second husband's balls clean of the cum that had dripped on, rubbing Ellen's
clit throughout.
The young Plantagenet moaned with pleasure as Louis more actively now lapped at
his balls while his cock slid in and out of their wife's ass. Just as Henry was
going to cum, Louis took a finger, wet with Ellen's juices, and slipped it up
his ass. With great enthusiasm cum surged from the teens balls up into his
bride's smooth ass as Louis fingered him and sucked on his tightening sack.
Henry gently set Ellen's feet back on the ground and the wedded three circled
in embrace, their tongues playing on each other's lips and tasting there the
semen, pussy, and sweat so enjoyed previously. Henry then collapsed onto the
bed, rolling over while smiling and laughing happily.
Louis stood face to face with Ellen, his cock pulsing against her cunt, as they
regarded each other lovingly. Holding tightly onto each other they renewed
their vows between soft, wet kisses and together fell back onto the bed.
Kissing and groping passionately, Louis and Ellen thrust together like
thrumming waves, pumping in an ancient, timeless rhythm with a closeness and
trust so profound that, even in all the sticky, hot sex, they in that moment
only perceived each other, immortal partners and lovers. And, Louis, victorious
and devoted in the court of love, at the very same moment as Ellen and for the
first time in three months came with empyrean potency. And, together, their
orgasms began a new age of secret history.
The End.