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The Royal Audience
by Autumn Author (autumnauthor@webmail.co.za)

***

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. (FF, MF-teens, 
reluc, d/s, exh, fantasy)

***

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

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