Thronefucker

Meve awakened early the next morning. A lady of war in all things, what one would call her pampered lifestyle and her current status had not diminished the steel inside of her one bit. Perhaps it would be more accurate to say that ruling as a queen had only reforged the metal inside of her heart. It had only made her own inherent mettle that much more of a thing to reckon with.

The sky was pink with a rosy dawn that was soon turning to gold. A beautiful sight, but for a woman living in her own castle of splendor, it was of scarce concern to her right now. For her, it was not a thing to marvel at, it was a thing to distract her.

Her main concern was lying right next to her. Count Caldwell was naked, still dozing. The man wasn’t easy on the eyes, but that didn’t matter. What mattered was his power.

Meve was getting so wet remembering last night. The ways he had touched her, brought her to satisfaction in ways she didn’t know possible. He had come to her servile and she was ready to pass judgment upon him. Playing with words, he had come to play with her body and then he had passed judgment on her. Again and again in the privacy of her bedroom, he had made her bend to him in so many ways. Her body burned with an indecent heat.

And yet as excited as it was all getting her, those memories too were but a distraction. He had come to her last night with Villem in tow. Meve already had her doubts about his capabilities as regent, but him showing up with her son had confirmed her doubts. What he did was an act at showing responsibility as a regent, not demonstrating it fully. If he truly was as wise a steward as he wished to appear, he would have left Villem to his own devices. That act and his passion for her last night was just a show to hide how feckless he really was.

Perhaps it was her body’s passions still strong at work. But a naughty idea sprouted up in her mind. Meve had witnessed firsthand that he was a hungry man with an endless appetite for all things. A noble man frothing at the mouth could not simply be pushed aside, a man of his standing would have to be kept on a leash. It was the only way to avoid civil war.

A man like him should not be regent. He should become one of my advisors. Sitting here in my castle and giving me counsel. To my subjects and having my ear, he would look dignified appearing at my side all the time. And yet, that is only what he would be. My advisor. Not a regent ruling in a castle where he can plot his sinister designs and in no place to fill up my son’s head with ideas of treachery.

Meve smiled thinking on it. Count Caldwell was a proud man with no small ambitions. After having her, he would take her offer, thinking it would be another step to the throne. Instead he would only be a dog on a very short leash.

Even as there was something else for Meve to deal with. Her body burned thinking on all the things he had done to her last night. Yet as much as the idea of keeping him not just as a dog on a short leash too far to feast on his ambitions amused her as having him as a dog for him to eat her when she pleased, there was one thing that she could not deny. He had cum inside of her last night, again and again until finally they could do no more.

She moved her hand to her belly. If the deed was done, then the deed was done and she knew she would be strong enough to bear it. Indeed the idea of bearing Caldwell’s bastard was getting her excited all over again, and if the man wasn’t sleeping, she would have him again just as an excuse to gratify her urges. Meve almost gasped when she absent mindedly touched her slit thinking on all of it. Just her finger touching her sex was enough to light her body up with excitement.

And yet that too was a distraction. The Nilfgard Empire had become as ambitious as the sleeping man beside her. Meve would always be a lady of war whether she sat on the court or rode forth on the battlefield. But having a bastard incubating inside her would make the battles to come a frenzy of war that would try a hardened woman like her. Whatever happened, she could not let herself become the mother to his child.

None of these considerations were enough to contain the feelings raging in her body. While she was thinking on her course of action on how best to manage last night, her flesh became heated remembering the count’s touch. Looking down on him naked, the man was no looker and that was even went about as finely dressed as any noble could be. But her hours spent with him in the dark had changed all of that. No amount of careful reflection could change that she found herself wanting more.

He was still lying there asleep. No amount of careful reflection could push away her cravings, and she didn’t want to. While he lay there on his back, she straddled herself on top of him. His member was still lying there inert in his slumber but sitting there underneath her so close to her box got her so wet.

Meve wasn’t the only one. To have such a beautiful woman naked on top of you, her sweet spot so hot and wet sitting on your penis, it was enough to wake up any man. For someone like Count Caldwell, his age hadn’t diminished his fire one bit. His member had already begun to rouse once she sat herself on top of him and opening his eyes, beholding the queen’s savage beauty, to have this woman sitting naked on top of you, it could be a terrifying sight as much as it was an awesome one. Indeed no matter whether she was on the battlefield or sitting home at court, her gorgeous face was always marked with a brutal aura that went well beyond the scar that marked her cheek. To look into her wild eyes, you would always feel like she was having some joke at your expense.

For an instant, Caldwell was at a loss for words. He had played quite the dangerous game last night and it was only luck and his own flair that had seen him the winner. But it was becoming fast apparent to him that the game was far from over. The count had always seen Meve as a proud woman, too much like a barbarois to see the knife that would come at her in secret. And yet for all of his preference on shadowy machinations, when a blade came for your neck, no amount of secrecy could hide you from it’s steel.

But unknown to her thoughts as you are, he was very delighted when she leaned forward and kissed him. Meve was very forward from the beginning, her tongue pushing forward inside of his mouth, and Caldwell started to think that it was a kiss of death. But the passion in it was undeniable, and already stiff underneath her, his dick began to spring to life. If this was to be his last moments, he would enjoy it. Closing his eyes, he returned her fire with his own.

When her face broke from his, their faces were only inches apart. That close, her wild eyes filled up so much of his vision. Her smile was such a raw thing that he could never feel at peace. And he loved it.

“Thank you for last night count,” she said. “You were a much better lover than I expected.”

“Oh really?” he said, brightening up.

“Yes. And I must admit…” She turned away and blushed, looking very much like a maiden and not the infamous Merry Widow. Remaining silent for several seconds, finally she said without gazing at him again, “You were an even better lover than my late husband.”

“Well Your Majesty,” he said, taking one of her hands and bringing it to his lips, “I merely hoped to satisfy you as any good subject would.”

A gesture meant purely as a show. Inasmuch as he planned to continue this act, deep in his mind, it was the count who was now smiling. The queen more fit to command in the battlefield sitting on the throne in her castle was a caged animal who did not realized how trapped she really was. He was her owner, standing beside her with a leash on her neck. Let the official records and the people call her queen. The Merry Widow was a unique species of beast, and if he would not tame her, than he would hold her in check, dictating her every move.

While he was thinking on that, she had clearly shifted out of that innocent girl phase. Meve had gripped the base of his shaft. Not even five minutes had passed since the count woke up and already he was fully up and hard. As she pointed the tip of his member towards her vagina, a joy arose in his heart. It wasn’t anything like the predatory and cunning side of him that so often guided his decisions as a noble, it was a boyish giddiness. As any man would feel to be alone and naked with the very aptly named White Queen.

But that sentiment could not be mistaken as innocent. In his younger days he was as much of a ladykiller then as he was now under the queen. And he always enjoyed stringing along women for his pleasure. His current station afforded him no shortage of lovers but the excitement of playing a woman as powerful as Meve and the power he could wield, was a feeling he hadn’t known in far too long.

Even as the tip of his penis entered her moist embrace. Last night had been long and delicious, and the way he was calculating his plans only made him more eager for what was to come. His erect shaft sinking inside of her made him groan deeply from how tight and wet she was, and looking at her face twisted in that wicked grin rapt with euphoria, their eyes locked, it made him smile himself. For once they were sharing the same idea.

She bucked onto him. That wasn’t what surprised Caldwell after waking up to receive the brunt of her affections, it was that she was riding him so fast. So wet and slippery, her moist passage rocked the cock inside of it as she rode him so fast and vigorously. Looking up at Meve, her once fierce expression had changed to that of a frivolous little girl, without a care in the world. That mark on her cheek did nothing to diminish how ridiculous she looked. Her hair thrashing about and her tits shaking as she went at it, she didn’t look like a queen, she looked like his whore.

The door opened up. It was her son and his charge, Villem. He had come in with a tray of food. The look on his face at the racy scene playing out before him, it was like he was petrified. He was surprised this stunned little boy didn’t drop it right there on the spot. Looking on over at him, Caldwell saw him as just an annoyance.

Eyes meeting, Villem’s face was blank but the astonishment on his face was palpable. Much as Caldwell was focused on something far more important, namely the wet pussy giving hell to his cock, he still found the nerve to give the boy a disappointed look. Laying down and getting it good, for once he found it very hard to think of a proper phrase to put someone in their place.

Fortunately, Meve was willing to send her boy back to his room. She only slightly turned her head to regard her son, the way she was fucking him, Caldwell was honestly surprised that she had any focus on anything other than his dick. Still riding the count nonstop, the face she gave to her son seemed almost serene.

“Villem dear, do set the food down on the table.”

Villem blinked, surprised that she could even speak at all, she was still humping Caldwell. Last night had been suggestive enough, but that was nothing compared to walking in this morning and seeing your mother actually fucking the count for real. Her voice was surprisingly stable in between her breathy moans but that was nothing compared to how violently her ass was shaking.

“Listen to your mother boy,” said Caldwell, sounding rather irritated. A child not yet a man, there was still one great similarity between him and Villem. Namely they were both blessed with one particular weapon at birth. And no matter the count’s many triumphs in the past and the current joy he had right now, like all men deep down he wondered if his piece was smaller than this boy’s. He wondered if this child was having himself some private amusement at perhaps his iron being bigger than Caldwell’s.

That same boy wasn’t moving. It was only the presence of his mother that kept the count from roaring at him. But he was staring past Meve at him. Paralyzed at beholding his naked mother riding the count and this old man’s face darkening much like a wild animal ready to roar, a cold sweat perspired across his skin. Wanting to say something, he instead could only swallow a lump in his throat.

Nodding shakily, Villem did as he was told.

“Oh and Villem,” said Meve. Little moans and gasps, they were almost like hiccups in between each word she spoke. “Do join us to discuss strategy later, won’t you?”

Villem blinked. “Y-yes mother,” he said, hastily. Turning around, he quickly excused himself.

As much of a scene as that was, the boy at least had the good sense to shut the door behind him.

The presence of her son had not diminished Meve’s appetites. But for Caldwell, his intrusion had been an annoying little nuisance. Now with him gone, on this fresh morning his passions fully awakened, he pumped into Meve even harder than before. Alone with her, they were going at it really hard.

Meve had thoughts of hesitation on bearing the count’s child as soon as she had woken up. But the way she had so easily mounted his weapon, the rate she was riding that length stabbing deep into her cunny, you would never have guessed it. With her son gone, the way Caldwell was fucking her now was fast and vicious.

But it was still nothing compared to the queen herself. It was to be expected that a valiant woman at home on the battlefield would put her reason behind her libido. On top of him and having taken the initiative of her own accord, she bucked herself harder than ever. The way she was moving not only moved his dick around like it was her personal sex toy, and with the pace she was setting, it stirred so worse much worse inside of her. This was all her and it was exactly what she wanted.

Enough that even this count found himself at a loss. Having taken the situation into his control last night, he was no match for the queen’s passion. She had woken him up this morning and now she was in control. Caldwell had taken his share of lovers back in the day, but none of them could compete against Meve. Aware of how unmatched he was next to her ardor, he lay back and let her work him.

She kept on going at it. The morning sunlight shining in through the window cast her body in such a perfect frame, her face looked as helpless as a little girl touching herself and her tits were flopping so vigorously, her mouth voicing her lustful cries, the mark on her gorgeous was barely noticeable. Caldwell was a cutthroat man, but the sight of her going at it so raw, even he couldn’t help but be mesmerized.

Meve looked down at him. She paused fucking him momentarily, her tits hanging out and her open mouth only uttering a trail of low moans, she looked so helpless. Regaining some of her earlier poise, she finally said, “Please…”

Caldwell snickered to himself. Grabbing her breasts, he pressed his big mitts on them, massaging them roughly. He held his fingers out while purely rubbing her nipples with his palms. That alone was sending shockwaves through her teats, she was craving his touch on the rest of her breasts as well, but he was never a man possessed of mercy. He only continued to stimulate her nipples as roughly as possible.

She couldn’t take it anymore. Wanting it so bad, she resumed riding him all over again. And in a fit of pure need, she snatched his wrists and pressed his hands onto her breasts even harder than before.

Meve wasn’t the only one finding herself losing it. Caldwell breathed roughly, she was one hell of a woman alright. But it felt so good and he wanted it as much as she did. He stuffed her as best he could to match her pace, he wasn’t going to last much longer.

Driving himself in all the way, he grunted before he blew his load deep inside of her. Just like last night Meve was no match for him, her back arched back as she was driven to a crazy orgasm, biting her lip and growling from the back of her throat just to take it. The way his dick was stuffing her earlier this morning was nothing compared to this.

Finally, as she managed to recover, she looked down at him again. Meve’s hair was a mess and her face was covered in a sheen of sweat as though she had just come home from a campaign. But she smiled.

“Come count,” she said, her voice deep and husky. “There are far more important matters to discuss.”

***

Villem had been waiting outside. Ever since arriving here, he had never expected his mother to do this sort of thing so casually with someone like Caldwell. From her talking about him proving himself worthy to live to him moving straight to fucking her. Then to seeing her actually in the act hours earlier to now. Last night had been awkward enough, and now things were no different this morning.

Wanting to make the best of things, he sat down and began eating. It would be the perfect way to take his mind off things. But tasting the finest food for the court that commoners would kill to take just a morsel of was not enough to bury the unease he felt hearing the rumbling from afar. He winced when he heard Meve groaning loudly in the distance. Followed by the dark sounds of the count’s laughter. Villem didn’t even know what to make of any of it.

Lost in his thoughts for longer than he expected, he almost jumped when he heard the door open. Turning his head, he saw his mother and the count walking side by side. The ridiculousness hadn’t ended, she didn’t even put on any proper courtly attire, she was only wearing a loose fitting crimson robe draped across her womanly body. His mother who he never harbored any feelings for and yet he found himself staring at her massive cleavage, the shape of her womanly hips under the robe. Enough to tease any of her admirers to risk her wrath and take a look.

The count was even worse, he could be loud and bold. But he had come out wearing her robe from last night. Watching their antics at the table and walking in on them twice now, Villem had thought he saw plenty of what was going down last night already. But that thin robe on Caldwell, he could see so much of the count’s body underneath it. That was enough to make him turn away at last.

The couple kept on walking like nothing was wrong. Sitting at the table together, Villem hurried to finish his breakfast. These two were already spoiling his meal. He wasn’t looking to start puking it up anytime soon.

“Villem dear, how was your breakfast?” said Meve.

“Excellent mother, as always,” he said, without looking at her.

“Good boy,” said Caldwell. “Very respectful as always.”

Villem did not answer. He would be respectful, eating his food as they did theirs. Behind all the luxury bordering on decadence, royal gatherings and the business of the castles could be like sitting in a pit of vipers. Best to remain silent and let them hiss rather than provoke their fangs.

The sounds of their silverware being set down. Finished eating, he heard a different kind of hissing going about. He heard them giggling to themselves like stupid little peasant children in the streets. In his peripheral vision, he saw Meve climbing on top of Caldwell’s lap. Her back facing him, he could not see Caldwell’s grubby hands pulling aside the folds of her robe and massaging her breasts. Villem being a witness to their shenanigans then and now was making a hardness spring up in his knickers. Maintaining his dignity, he turned away.

This couple would enjoy themselves without an audience. Caldwell was a schemer with only his own goals in mind, but he would be gentle with this woman. Not tearing her robe off, instead he only massaged her breasts through the robe, making her hum pleasantly to herself. Looking at her massive tits, he was much pleased too. Only moments after they had finished up their last round and her nipples were still hard, poking out through the fabric.

Meve surprised him when she snatched his face hard. For a moment, Caldwell thought that in his boldness he had erred too close against caution. Nobody would think that so boldly coming onto a woman with this martial reputation last night would see him spending the night deep with her. Perhaps now he would be made to recognize his foolishness. As much as he was stricken with fear, he was also pleased to think that any man would be glad to die at this woman’s hands.

But there was no need to worry. Not when she kissed him deeply, so harshly that it was like she was raping his mouth. A woman valiant on the battlefield, the court of politics was another such theater of war. Caressing her chest even harder to make her squeal, he slipped his tongue right back onto hers with just as much violent passion. Nobody would watching them would ever think there was cause for them to be enemies.

She tasted so nice too. A breakfast in the courts of nobles and royals was for many of those in those circles a feast. Having just eaten, she tasted even sweeter, he was not finished with his morning meal. To be eating this gorgeous woman’s face was sweeter than the most decadent desserts in the realm.

Villem was minding himself as patiently as possible. People born to lower stations would give up everything to be where he was. The two of them were being very loud, but he was able to tune it out. As a son of privilege, he was ready to enjoy the feast before him.

“Villem dear.” His mother’s voice was sharp and regal as usual. He looked at her sitting next to Caldwell again. As if their morning antics hadn’t just happened.

“Yes, mother?” he said without looking at her.

“I’ve discussed things with Count Caldwell. He will invite the ambassador of Nilfgard to his esteemed estate. With me at his side.”

Villem’s blood ran cold. Shilard Fitz-Oesterlen was an impenetrable man. Just as highborn as the three of them here, he was closer to Caldwell’s brand of nobility as the schemer than the warrior his mother or the green princeling himself. It was bad enough dealing with one viper here in the gardens of Lyria and Rivia. Inviting another snake from the empire’s badlands, a man just as cutthroat and vicious as the one coiled around his mother at the table was a bad idea. He could only think that it meant trouble.

Was this his idea all along? Caldwell has acted a fool, that side of him he showed last night with mother was so unlike him. And now we’re inviting the empire to our doorstep.

“It will be a great opportunity, don’t you think?” Meve said to Villem. “Coming with us, you can learn a great many things about diplomacy.”

Villem looked at them both. He was ready to speak his mind about his suspicions, but the way his mother was looking at him, he doubted she would even believe him. There was no doubt Caldwell held her ear more than anyone else. At all times he had never considered his mother a fool, but now it was clear the count held her ear. Were he to speak, she would visit her displeasure upon him as she had done with so many other nobles.

In truth, Meve was no fool. Not once had she considered Caldwell anything but a bastard. To watch him squirm before a fiend like Shilard would be most amusing to her. Further still since she intended to seduce the imperial ambassador and have him take her in the count’s bed. No doubt the count considered himself her superior in all things. Let him watch and learn his place as a man from the empire ravished her.

The thought of Caldwell joining in to save face almost made her break out into laughter. Meve was born to royalty as much as Villem here and yet as a princess she always preferred a warrior’s sword no matter how rusted to the most elegant and dainty scepters other princesses would walk about with. For all that, years of gracing the battlefield with her royal virtues had not made her ignorant of how she could use her other weapons. Having tested Caldwell in her bedroom, she would ensnare Shilard around her finger.

“Caldwell,” she said not looking at him, “do be a dear and purchase the most expensive lingerie in the kingdom.”

“Oh?” he said. He had been looking at Villem the whole time like he was the boy’s father, but now the queen alone held his attention. He looked at her with a sly grin and arched eyebrow. Flashing his teeth at her like that, he must have thought he looked very slick.

“Yes,” she said, stroking his chin without looking at him. “I would like to model for you at your estate.”

Meve was aware of exactly what he’d be going for. The highest brand sold was not only very expensive and stylish, but also left very little to the imagination. Even someone as green as Villem would understand that all kinds of devilish thoughts were running through the count’s head.

Let them think that. When Ambassador Shilard arrived at Caldwell’s mansion, she would come out wearing the racy lingerie purely for him. Caldwell’s pursuits these days leaned in the more cerebral direction, but last night as soon as he saw her in only her robes, with his head on the line he used his other head to save his life. A man of such power as Shilard would be far more bold in what he wanted. She knew he wouldn’t be able to look away.

Taking her hand into both of his grubby mitts, he kissed it. “Oh yes Meve. I will be sure to enjoy this very much!”

Meve merely smiled to herself in contentment. She almost looked like a dainty little angel, knowing that the two males here seeing her would not suspect any darker intentions behind what she was doing. The Merry Widow and White Queen, under Caldwell she had proven herself to be both of those things. They had no idea what sort of Snake Charmer they were really dealing with.

***

Several weeks later Meve was at Caldwell’s mansion. Since plans were made to meet with Ambassador Shilard, she had kept the count at bay, only engaging in select trysts with him. Enough to seem as if she was just the viper’s dick puppet, and enough to make him thirst for her body more and more. As the days went by, their affairs became less and less frequent.

Right now, the count himself was waiting in the meeting room with Villem. The sun had long since set, only fitting that it would be night when the empire would be visiting the hallowed grounds of the kingdom. Meve was busy prepping herself to look as well as she could for the meeting with Shilard. The two males on the other hand had long since dressed well for the occasion. The count was wearing a long frilled collar with an expensive waistcoat and tights, while Villem was in his long robes. Caldwell told himself that he had all the cards but with Meve still not present and Shilard bound to show up at any minute, he had the feeling that she was trying to play him.

He had long since purchased the most expensive lingerie in all of Lyria and Rivia. But as soon as she saw it, she refused to wear it for him. Meve said that she wanted to wait for it as a celebration toast after meeting with Shilard. Something to make their victory sweeter. At the time, the count was very pleased with the idea. Here and now waiting by his lonesome after not having had her for a little over week, he was feeling very much the fool. Next to a young man like Villem, he could only think the princeling was silently judging him.

A servant opened the door. “Count, the ambassador is here.”

Caldwell looked around. There was no sign of Meve coming out. He was making to get up and see her.

“Count, the…”

“Yes I heard you!” Caldwell shouted at him loud enough that the servant shook.

“I have found your manor most pleasing,” said Shilard, stepping in on his own past the servant. His face was stern and his hair short, a foul expression marked his face. Dressed even finer than Caldwell and Villem with a wide frilled collar, in his long robes you could still tell he was much more fit than the portly count. He moved on and sat down in the chair at the other end of the table. “But I find your manner most rude count.”

Caldwell was a snake much like the man before him. Having that venom spat at him, he merely smiled at the ambassador in such a way to betray his displeasure. Squinting his eyes in that dark look he only said, “I do apologize ambassador. I would have received you earlier but some personal issues are delaying my attention.”

“It was you who sent a courier to meet with me and now having traveled all this way I find you making excuses? Enough. Tell me what it is you wished to speak about.”

The count was ready to speak. But the instant the door opened he forgot all about what he was going to say. Whether it was honeyed words meant to allay Shilard’s temper, or spitting his own venom at this snake from a greater nest. He had far more important things to deal with.

It was Meve. She had taken her time preparing herself alright, looking as ravishing as usual. The elegant white dress she was wearing was of the highest quality in the realm, shimmering like cut rubies in the light from the flickering braziers she did look very much like a queen. And as Meve had defied tradition by taking to the battlefield, so too now did she flout convention in diplomatic hearings with the empire.

For this dress was as stylish as expected of a monarch. Long and flowing with two embellished black belts hanging sideways down her hips studded with delicately cut rubies in the shape of the red diamonds as the one common symbol of the kingdoms. As well the sleeves bore embroidered designs of those red diamonds and the long skirt billowing as she slowly walked over to the three men, the shape of her shapely long legs moving against the skirt, there was one part which marked it as something special. Covering her shoulders and the rest of her body, it gave an open window into her chest. Wide and low cut, her ample cleavage was a feast for the eyes.

Shilard was much pleased. He had forgotten all about Caldwell and this little boy with him, Queen Meve was every bit as legendary as he had heard. That regal smile on her face with her long flowing blonde hair tied back into several buns with a long ponytail hanging loose, her beauty radiated in this castle chamber lit by the flames, the scar on her face merely a decoration. As she strode on over, her devastating breasts jiggled with every step she took.

She sat down in between Caldwell and Villem, having to push the former man to the side while the latter moved of his own will. “Ambassador Shilard, it is an honor to meet you. I pray you were not inconvenienced thanks to my tardiness?”

He had heard rumors of her battlefield valor. Was expecting a rough and unkempt woman who merely put on the airs of the court. But her beauty and way of speaking had him entranced. “Oh not at all,” he said, smiling and ignoring the count who he was once ready to all but spit at. “I will admit that the hospitality of the kingdoms in this castle had me thinking I was invited as some private insult. A subtle way of saying you meant to make war with the empire! Now I see I was merely waiting for a true queen in all her majesty.”

Meve chuckled low to herself. First at how easily Shilard had been ensnared to her wiles but as she laughed, her breasts shook in her laughter. She had to put an arm under them to keep them still. Men had a certain organ that liked to act of it’s own will, and clearly women were no different.

“Your compliments are welcome,” she said, bowing before him. A purely formal gesture to be sure but with what she was wearing, the ambassador got an even better look at her jawdropping cleavage. Meve looked back up at him with that same smile and said, “If only all men from the empire were so principled and courteous, perhaps we could find true peace.”

Her eyes twinkled at him as she said that. Shilard liked that very much. Normally a cunning man of restraint, right now he was finding his passions beginning to move his reason. Always advocating for diplomacy over warfare, he was very cutthroat in making his talks. Right now he was only devising devilish plans to enjoy this woman.

“Peace indeed Meve! You have a reputation as a warrior queen. But I see here at the table your tongue is as fiery a thing as your blade. I came here to talk matters of our realms and I find myself quite overcome by you. Clearly you knew what you were doing to this humble man come to visit you.”

“Oh? Well I do humbly apologize. And I will make all my efforts to keep myself under control.”

Meve had moved her arm under her breasts to keep them still. The whole since then she had kept it there to look dainty and feminine. But as she said that, she moved that arm up, putting a greater emphasis on them than before. Looking down, she giggled to herself.

The notion was not lost on Shilard. He smiled wide, looking much like a beast from the empire he hailed from. Throwing his head back he laughed deeply before he looked straight at her breasts, making no pretense of what he really wanted. “There is no need. For if tonight is to be my last, then all the better to be at the mercy of such a beautiful woman.”

“You are indeed a man of diplomacy. If only the empire would such honeyed words all the time, we of the kingdoms would welcome so much more of their men into our lands.”

“And as such an honored guest, I am more than happy to be in your presence, Queen Meve. You know much of diplomacy yourself, come dressed in such a fashion. Were you to see the Emperor himself, no doubt he would be desperate to wed you! I myself am not so bold.” He closed his eyes and laughed at that joke.

Caldwell was fuming. Meve being late to show up already had him on edge, but seeing her so brazenly flirt with an imperial ambassador as cruel as Shilard, had nervous sweat trickling down his face. A vein in his temple was twitching at what might happen next.

For Villem, he had a slight smile on his face. He had been worried at what might play out with Caldwell’s machinations. Every word spoken, it was becoming fast apparent to him that his mother had plotted out this whole trap from the start. Neither of these men would escape the snares she laid for them.

There was more than his personal amusement at Caldwell’s suffering. His mother was indeed proving to be quite the diplomat. Not only would she humble the arrogant count, she would also be in a position to learn more about the Nilfgard Empire and their long term designs. Villem had been silently sulking to himself, but with how things were proceeding, he was almost shaking in his robes with a childish joy.

“Then let me reward your humility with a gift,” Meve said to Shilard. Standing up, she left the table and returned to the room from whence she came. Shilard followed her backside with his greedy little eyes, following her ass shaking in that long skirt the whole time. Caldwell looked between her and the ambassador. He didn’t like where this was going.

Meve came back out with an ornate wooden box. Walking back to the table, she sat down again with scarce a concern in the world. Setting it on the table, she pressed it on over to him.

Shilard growled deeply when he took the lid off. Caldwell sucked in his breath when he saw his new rival pull out the lingerie that he had ordered for Meve. The top was a small pair of pink cups even tinier than the dress Meve was wearing now, with straps so tiny they were almost invisible. Flowing down from the cups was a long shimmering bloodred curtain that sparkled like the stars in the flickering flames while the bottom was a little golden thong with the crotch marked with the red diamond of the kingdoms. A gentle man compared to the more warlike fiends that roamed the empire, his eyes staring at this little garment, Shilard looked much like a beast thirsty for blood.

While he was holding it over and looking at it, Meve said, “I know that you have a pretty young wife waiting for you in the heart of the empire. I was thinking that it would be a wonderful gift for her, no?”

He looked at Meve. The way she was dressed and offering something as racy as this to him after that earlier flirty exchange of words, Shilard wondered if she was making some kind of joke. That was only confirmed to him by what she said next.

“And I was thinking I wanted to make sure it meets your tastes.”

“Pardon?” he said, eagerly expecting what she would say next.

“I wanted to model it for you in Caldwell’s room,” she said, placing a hand on the count’s shoulder. She looked at him innocently. “You’re okay with that, aren’t you?”

“I think he is,” said Shilard, now looking squarely at Caldwell’s nervous face, the sweat shining in the torchlight on his face. “It was the count who invited me here. He should have no problem treating me as a guest of honor.” Looking back at Meve he said, “Why, I would like nothing more.”

“Good. Do retire to his room. I will be joining you shortly,” she said with a wink.

Standing up, Shilard did just that. Walking away with a smile, he disappeared down the castle corridors. As soon as he was gone, Caldwell grabbed her.

“What are you thinking? You can’t mean to make an alliance with the empire!” He said that fully knowing that was his exact plan all along. But the count had planned on making the oath himself. With Meve above him, he would be in no position to gain any power.

“I have no plan on selling my realm to the empire. To the contrary, by the time I am through with him, he will be bending to me. And you can help me in that.” Looking at both Caldwell and Villem, she said, “I need you to copy the imperial letters he brought with him. Go through his belongings too. Look up anything you can find that will give me a leg up over the empire.”

The both of them nodded. Villem had a slight smirk on his face while Caldwell still looked worried. Intending to still keep the count under her thumb, she knew exactly what to do.

Undoing the back of her dress, she pulled off the shoulder sleeves. Villem turned away knowing exactly what was going to happen, while Caldwell stared wide-eyed. The dress fell down, baring her nude breasts all too teasing and tempting during that formal meeting, down her shapely hips to reveal her flat stomach chiseled with muscle and her long thick and shapely legs. A woman at home on the battlefield, her skin was still unblemished after years of fighting. The only thing marking her martial standing was the scar on her cheek. A thing which in the light of her severe eyes and jawdropping beauty was little more than a nick.

Smiling cutely at Caldwell, she bent low and put on the little bit of lingerie. The count almost jumped up when she had it put on. A woman of such statuesque and fearsome beauty in something so dainty and feminine. The mere sight of it was enough to leave him in awe.

And to simmer in jealousy. Meve knew it without him even saying a word. But she was ready.

“Count, I know you hate this arrangement. You can take pride knowing that tomorrow it will be you and Shilard having me,” narrowing her eyes and licking her lips at him. “But right now, I must prove myself to the ambassador.” She cupped his face.

“Together, you say?” Caldwell said, a dark grin creeping on his face. The idea of Shilard having Meve tonight as an offering for tonight was not an idea that pleased him. Let alone in his own bedroom. But the both of them taking her each at a time would be a time for him to save face. Even better, to humiliate the ambassador by showing him just who was the superior in the arts of lovemaking. “Yes Meve, I think I can find that proposition very agreeable.”

Meve smiled right at him. “Good. And when all of this business with Nilfgard is over, I’ll let you knock me up.”

Caldwell chuckled deeply at that statement. Making things even better, she pulled Caldwell close and kissed him deeply. Villem was astonished to see it too, after effortlessly seducing Shilard and playing Caldwell like a fiddle, she was being really loud with it too. The count was all too ready to return her affections, cupping her muscular naked back and her sweet bubble butt through the fabric of the lingerie. Villem watched them go at it like that for several minutes.

When their faces parted, there was a long line of spit between their tongues. Without a word, Meve moved past Caldwell. Down the hallway to his room.

From behind the door, Caldwell and Villem heard them going at it. They did not see what was going on. How Shilard kissed her deeper and harder than Caldwell had, a man even more vicious and calculating than the count. She could sense his desire for her. It made her so wet.

That was only the beginning. Wanting far more than a few goodnight kisses, he lay her down on the count’s bed and sitting on top of her, thrust his cock in between her tits. Holding her breasts together around his member and wanting it as much as he did, she moved back and forth with him, feeling the heat in his prick. The sheer energy in him, he grabbed onto her nipples, playing and twisting with the hard caps on her breasts as befitted a man from the empire. They only grew harder and hotter in his grasp.

Meve cried out from his passions. It only drove him to spear her harder and harder until he sprayed his load all over her face. His jizz all over her face shining under the moonlight put together with her beauty, her scar was barely noticeable. Her first tit fucking and she found it very enjoyable. Almost as enjoyable as stringing along these two schemers for her amusement.

And how he did so much more to her. Paying no regard for this powerful woman or what she could do to him, he quickly yanked her up by the arm and set her on all fours. Pulling down the thong, he kissed all over her big and firm ass hard with muscle, so very hot for his desires. Having enough of admiring and tasting her derriere, he slid his still hard penis dripping with cum into her ass. She squealed again and again until she screamed from him cumming inside of her.

That was only the beginning of their long night.

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