The next day.

Morning. Unlike the other days, the sun was visible on the sky, illuminating the world with its rays. The clouds were not completely absent though, bits and pieces could be seen scattered across the horizon. Rain would not be coming for some time now.

The Kingdom of Damcus.

It was a small tier 1 Kingdom sandwiched by two heavyweights- Northguard to the North, and Aurgoth to the South.

Among the few tier 1 Kingdoms the Confederation had, it was not ranked at the top, neither at the bottom- but very close to it. The area it covered was small- very small, only comprising one city- the capital, a few towns that could be counted by one hand and a dozen or so villages.

The Royals were the strongest and the only noteworthy family of the nation. After all, they had a couple of level 8 circlers.

But Adrian, who just woke up in the Royal residence of the country did not give a damn. Why would he? His ‘coachman’ alone could beat the whole family into submission.

“Good morning.” A sweet and soft voice entered his ears, prompting him to turn left.

His abyssal eyes met the brown eyes of the beautiful middle aged woman lying on his arm. The thin blanket could barely hide her busty figure. Between her skin and the blanket, there was nothing.

“Good morning…” He put a charming smile on his face. “Your Majesty.”

“Hmph.” She scowled. “You still have the audacity to call me that.”

Adrian turned his whole body towards her. His right hand sneaked to her bouncy mound. “Ooh. What should I call you then?” He gave it a soft press.

“Aah!” She closed her eyes. Her face flushed. “Call me… anything… anything except that.” She opened her eyes and looked into his. “I am tired of it.”

“Okay.” He gave it another knead, this time- firmer. “Bitch.”

“Ahh… yes.” She moaned in ecstasy. “I am your bitch!”

“Clean my dick, bitch.” He gave her breast a press one last time, before letting it go.

“Yes.” She removed the cover from her body, revealing her massive jugs, big butt and motherly thighs. She crawled towards his cock. Both of her knees now enveloped his. Her mouth was inches away from the top of his towering meat.

She enjoyed the sight for a few seconds before bending forth, taking the head into her mouth. She tucked her hair behind her ear and closed her eyes, slowly enjoying his ‘taste’. Her tongue began to swirl slowly around his rod, wiping the filth it got last night- from her own cunt. Once it was clean, her cheeks caved in as she began to suck it while bobbing her head up and down. Her beautiful melons dangled in rhythm.

“Tsk.” He shook his head. “What a waste for you to stick to that cowardly king. Look how much ‘thirst’ you have grown.”

A giggle escaped her mouth. One of her hands reached his testicles while the other reached her own dripping vagina.

Two minutes later, “Mhmmmm” the lady discharged her fluids, wetting his legs.

A few more minutes later, Adrian dumped his own fluids into her mouth, which she happily swallowed. She took away her mouth and looked at his legs, wetted by her own juices. “Oops.” She did not waste any time and began to lick her own fluids, cleaning his legs.

Once it was over, his tower- which was standing as tall as ever- came into her view again. She took her knees forward, to the sides of his waist, ready to take that meat deep into her. But before she could lower her ass down and take it in.

“Hold up.” Adrian said. “Your Husband, the King, is already awake.”

“Tsk.” All the liveliness she had disappeared in an instant. She got off and wiped every fluids she had on her before starting to dress up.

Adrian himself got up on the bed and began to put his clothes back on.

“Now, it is your turn keep your end of the deal.” He said as he buttoned his black shirt one by one.

“You don’t have to tell that twice.” She smiled. She had already dressed up- it was a nightgown after all. “But you also remember you only fulfilled half of what you ought to do, don’t you?”

“Of course.” Adrian put his coat on. He was done. “The other half will depend on your performance.” He smiled.

*Knock. Knock.*

Before she could answer anything,

*Click*

The door opened. A man in his late forties, with thick beard covering his face entered the room. He had a crown made of glittering gold upon his head.

“Good morning, darling.” He said while scanning through the room.

The woman stayed silent, not even bothering to nod her head.

“Please dress up fast. The honourable guest is going to take his leave soon.”

“You can leave now.” The queen waved her hand.

The man obediently nodded and left.

She heaved a sigh as she looked around the room. “Why did I have to marry a sissy of all things?” She shook her head. But soon, a smile crept up on her face.

‘All I have to do is to complete the task assigned to me.’ She began to swirl around, opening her arms wide open. The smile on he face got wider and wider every moment. “And I will be freeeeeee!” She shouted with all her might.

It echoed throughout out the big, royal and of course- soundproofed room.

An hour later. Outside the gates of palace.

“It has been an honour for our humble Kingdom to be able to receive you as our guest.” The king of Damcus, Aron Damac, gave a gentleman’s bow.

“I should be the one to thank you for giving me such a great experience.” Adrian’s eyes secretly darted to the lady beside the king, Hina Rostel, the Queen.

“Have a safe journey.” The beautiful and busty queen curtsied as she said with her bewitching voice.

“I’ll take my leave then.” Adrian bowed one last time, only to the Queen of course, before getting up on his carriage.

“Hyah!”

*Neigh!*

The extravagant carriage set forth again. It’s destination-

“Aurgoth.” Adrian looked ahead, southward.

“What surprises have you planned for me?”