The Dark Lord's Reign (The Watcher x Verse) (NSFW Links)

[The Watcher]

Three centuries past, the world was consumed by shadow and fire. The Dark Lord, an entity whose name history dared not preserve, rose from the depths of the abyss, commanding legions of horrors both monstrous and mortal. The skies themselves darkened beneath his banners, and the land trembled as if in mourning. His dominion was vast, spreading like a plague, infecting every corner of civilization. Orcs and goblins, giants and trolls, beasts that thrived in darkness, swarmed at his command. However the humans who served him, as weak as they were, proved to be the back bone of his army, making up less strength than the others, but making up for that in shear numbers. Beneath his banners, they crushed those who dared to defy him; the proud dwarves of the mountain halls, the reclusive elves of the ancient forests, and the scattered free folk who refused to kneel.

But the Dark Lord's reign was not unchallenged. The disparate factions of the free peoples, once too proud and divided to stand united, were driven by desperation to forge a fragile alliance. It was a rebellion born of necessity, not trust. Dwarven engineers crafted war machines of impossible precision. Elven spellcasters whispered old, forbidden words of power. Human renegades, broken from their chains, raised banners against their kin. Together, they fought a war that shook the very bones of the earth. Though most ended up enslaved to the Dark Lord, either crafting his unholy weapons, being used as meat shields, or serving as slaves in his bed.

Victory came at a cost so steep it nearly shattered the victors. On the fields of Ulthar's Desolation, the Dark Lord fell, struck down by an alliance of mortal and divine, his black soul torn asunder. In the aftermath, the free peoples turned their wrath upon those who had served him. His followers, Orc, goblin or human alike were driven from their original homes to the desolate lands of Einar, a land of perpetual twilight and jagged peaks. It became their prison, its forests were gnarled and haunted, its rivers bitter and choked with ash. Yet in this harsh exile, the humans did not wither. They built a kingdom, small and defiant, carving life from the barren stone. Their hatred of the free peoples burned brighter than their hope, a slow, festering wound that became their strength. Over centuries, they learned to survive in their isolation, their memory of the Dark Lord fading into legend, a whisper of a shadow long extinguished.

But shadows have a way of lingering.

Khuz Khirulax, the city that the humans built for themselves in the wake of the fall of the dark lord. The final tolling of a great iron bell rings out through the somber air, marks the passing of King Aldred, a man who withered away on his throne in quiet defiance. His death was no tragedy; the man was old, his body withered by time. In his younger days he was strong, violent and viciously intelligent, but some called him weak willed. He lead the humans who had the numbers to take on the Kingdoms of the Holy Alliance, however they did not have the strength. Councils with other races did not lead to and headway either, those races did not listen to words, but rather strength, and while his own people held the same beliefs most humans could not hope to take on an orc, let along make an entire tribe bow to them. So Aldred wasted his best years, not caring to take back their ancestral homeland nor having the strength to do so.

Now, Rowena Aldredsson, the new queen of Einar and Aldred's biological daughter, feels the cold of the crown as it is lowered onto her head. She is young, barely past twenty summers, but her red eyes hold a strength to them that speaks volumes. She was her fathers daughter for sure, various courtiers mummering oaths of fealty, owing to the fact that they had been defeated by the lady and were forced to bend the knee to one who was stronger than than them. Soon after they scurried out of the throne room leaving her along with her thoughts, or so she thought. As the doors to the throne room opened she heard the sound of heavy footfalls approaching. She glared at the man who entered the long chamber, a hint of disgust in her eyes. "Looks like the lost pup finally decided to turn up" she said aloud as he entered.

The man before her was Sadai Aldredsson, the bastard son of her father, who had impregnated a slave girl. Sadai was her half brother but that didn't mean they had a good relationship. In fact when her father still of this world she often teased, bullied, and outright tortured him, making his life a living hell. Her father was no better to him, treating him as more of an annoyance than a son. Women were often looked down upon in this country as no more than slaves, so for Aldred to hand the crown to his daughter rather than to Sadai spoke to what Aldred thought of Sadai. "Why have you come here? I mean it makes it easier for me to what father never did and put you down, but still there must be a reason why you were stupid enough to come face me" Rowena spat at him.

@Verse

 

[Verse]

These halls had idols carved into them. He knew them well. He'd tried to climb them as a child, when his footing was unsure but his fingers were small enough to find support in a cut-out shoulder, or even upturned lips, protruding out of the wall. Volumes from the cutters, into the castle that was partially mountain. It was as though he'd read the stories with his hands, like the blind, when he tried to scale a particular scene. Sadai remembered falling when a detail broke underneath his meager weight. The small purchases didn't allow him to look down, so he hadn't known how high up he was. But it felt as though he was indeed careening off a mountain ledge. Nobody catches the son of a slave, even if he was conceived by King cock. He had been reaching for his father's hand then, but it had stayed ever still in his stone likeness. Hitting the carpeted cobbled floor had taken the boy's breath away, but as he fought to breathe, he looked up at the impossible image of his father, and his unmoving hand.

He didn't have the determination to stick to that lesson, back then. He'd still held on hope that one day the cold emotions perfectly expressed in the stone would be skin-clad and warm. It didn't come.

But as Sadai, lanky and frail, took some time to learn that lesson, he took to others much faster. He was privileged to live in the castle, and see all his father's mistakes. It was easy to learn sword art and tactics, but more than that, he liked to learn rhetoric. Father was only above average with them, even with all the writers around him. Even with his people clamoring to every word. Sadai's was a starving heart too, and he knew what he wanted to hear from Aldred. Those words never came. But Sadai learned them anyway. He wrote them in his father's absence, and he translated them so they could be applied to any heart that may be hungry for them. Love, to the merchants and the plentiful goblins were precious metals, native mostly to dwarven kingdoms. And to men it was political power. But to most, it was the domination over the fairer sex.

That's how Sadai, sprung into an adult, just barely, knew he had been handed the crown when his sister was given the throne.

He had whispered and schemed for a decade, starting without knowing it by forging alliances with his tutors and teachers. Some of them thought he was weak enough to mold, and others saw potential. He played along at first to have a family at all, but he took his rightful place as ringleader among those who would see their own gain above their loyalty to Aldred, King. That's who was in the crowd today. The coronation of a brat sister who'd lived on his misery for so long. He had wanted her love too, once. But their refusal had made him strong. And he had fed the weakness of others. No woman on the throne. Preserve the strong blood. Carry out the destiny in the united dark. Take the world once again. There was powerful ore in their mountain, and they had critter who would dig. None as strong in forge as the dwarves, but good enough. They were prolific in alchemy, and there were unholy materials here to be transmutated. Treasure troves of those weapons waited, siphoned away when their dark city was built, for necromantic sigils and blessings, to make them effective against their light-loving adversaries.

All of this Sadai Aldersson had in his back, along with a handful of generals who were embolden by the supposed claims of the untrue prince, when he strode his father's halls. Grown into a tall warrior now, with black hair and brown eyes that indeed shone as red as his sister's in the right light, he looked formidable. His limbs made him a collection of weapons, even when he was unarmed. But today he brandished a sword his father had forgotten. The sister blade to the one Aldred liked to carry. A thinner, more elegant cutter. And Sadai unsheathed it with menacing silver music as he passed the old idol carving of his father, finally slicing the unhelpful hand off its cuff with a single motion. He had put the weapon back in its black-jewel sheath by the time he entered Rowena's room. He laughed under his breath, shortly, when he saw her with the crown. He remembered all the torment she had gifted to him, for being his sister.

She was full of venom as always. She did look lovely with that ornament on her scalp. So much work for just an accessory. He let her throw her insults and threats as he closed the distance between them. If she had thought herself above him before, he could only imagine how superior she'd deem herself now. There was a tail of generals following behind him, but they made sure not to keep up, so that when the siblings met, they were alone. He didn't even hesitate, and used the momentum of his legs when he simply grabbed her by her neck, and slapped her hard across her face. The same motion would let him tear the crown off her head. She'd be hanging by the grip her had on her throat now. "You thought you always deserved this crown." he said, monotone. There was ruckus outside, from underneath the blacony from which the ruler may address the people. They were whipped into an uproar. The crown came down on her face hard. He had waited long to beat her with it. "Here it is, Rowena, queen of nothing. Queen for not even a day. Not even an hour." he continued as he brought it down on her cheekbone again and then started dragging her out toward the curtains that were parted by his men.

And then she'd see them. "These people do not believe in a woman ruler." he shouted as he raised her by his grip for them to see, crown in his other hand. There was a roar from the people outside, and she'd see the ground littered with her loyals, washed in their cooling blood. "These people need to take back what's theirs, and they'll fight! They'll get their payment in land and coin AND women!" their cheer was broken and deafening and long awaited.

 

[The Watcher]

Rowena looked down upon Sadai from her stone throne, she did not see this man as a threat. She remembered him as a frail, week, and submissive little shit that clamored for her fathers attention. Up until this point in her life she had always been his better, she remembered the countless lessons her father had taught her in combat, magic and other forms of unimportant education, because she was near his age it often fell to him to be her sparing partner. Of course, Sadai did not receive the same level of education from his father, so she brutalized him every time they spared, not to mention even if he tried to defend himself he would likely be punished harshly for doing so. She knew all this but it didn't change her opinion of him, she was raised to believe that she was better than every other woman in this city, that she wasn't just a slave to someone else, that she was their chosen ruler.

She believed herself better than her brother, though the fact that her father even bothered to keep him around angered her, she could not fathom a reason on why her father would keep such a useless pest. She hadn't necessarily planned on what she would do with him yet, the obvious choice was to kill him but she really wanted to see him suffer so the thought of keeping him as a plaything and torturing him for years until she became bored of it also came to mind. It never once occurred to her that her brother could gain the support of her fathers generals and stage a coup d'état. It was one of those things that defied logic for her, her brother was meant to be weak and feeble, not strong and cunning.

So as he approached her the thought that he could do anything against her was far from her mind. Her own sword, the one her father once carried rested near the throne at the ready but even as he got close to her the thought of picking it up did not cross her mind. He was weak and not a threat to her at all, which is why she had no reason to move against him as he approached. As he got closer she smirked, scoffing at the seriousness in his expression, "What exactly do you think your doing, approaching me so casually?" she asked, "do you want me to kill you and get it over with that bad?" she asked in a mocking tone.

It was then as she finished her line her suddenly sprung forward, his hand clenching around her throat. In the mere seconds that she realized her mistake she had no time to react, her eyes began to move towards her blade and her arm twitched, beginning to reach for it as she felt him hand tighten around her trachea, but she was lifted from her seat and out of reach of her blade in mere seconds. She grunted as he hands instead grasped his arm, her own grip failing to break it though she tried, and the sounds of her struggling filled the air until they were replaced with the echoing slap of skin on skin contact as the crown was ripped from the top of her head.

Her cheek turning a deep red, and her head turned to the side Rowena spits out a bit of blood before her eyes fall back on her brother, filled with hate, her grip still tight on his arm. She watched as he brought the crown down on her face mercilessly beating her with it as he dragged her towards the window. She wasn't a weak woman by any means, her will was strong and pain was little to nothing to her. Even as he beat her with the crown she struggled, her rage deep as grunted trying to free herself from his grasp, delivering kicks to his side and bring her arm down on his and attempt to break free, though he did not budge. However, when the got to the balcony and she heard the cheering below and her brother's words something inside of her snapped. The people didn't want a woman ruler, they wanted Sadai, a man. Suddenly the pedestal her father had put her on crumbled, she was just like every other woman in this city, a slave to some man or another, she was not their chosen ruler. A white hot rage rose from the pit on her stomach, "I swear if it's the last thing I do I will make you suffer" she struggled out through her compressed vocal cords as her nails dug into her brothers arm, just barely drawing blood, he eyes locked to his.

(sorry this took so long @Verse )

 

[Verse]

He knew what she felt when she sat there, on the throne that belonged to him, and waited for him. She was just warming it with her ass, which he would use for other things soon enough. And because he knew how she thought, he didn't hurry. He smirked at her insults. They had grated him all his life, he had cowered from them, even. But now he cherished the burn of them, because it was the last time. He focused on her face while she still had that confident expression. And then he choked her. Almost instantly she twisted into anger. She did not get to take the sword that probably still smelled like their father. He let her fingers brush the pommel but never grasp the handle. It wasn't even hard enough to topple the leaning weapon. Instead he went on to choke and beat her. Her clawing nails were refreshing against him, stinging his hand, but his armor made sure not much more would come from it. She had been stronger than him, being older, but no longer. She wouldn't even have her birthright after this day. He shook her but she wouldn't stop. Not that her fighting did much, either.

She was so surprised and insulted when he started moving her. He was finally in control of her and her unruly temper. And he got to beat her with the crown. The hard object with so much political value imbued came down on the princess's scalp and temple - instead of giving her the kingdom, it hurt her head. It was symbolic. But the chanting of his name wasn't. Even his stupid sister realized that. He saw her heart break from the truth even if it didn't take her fight away. But she had lost. He tilted his head and looked at her as though he knew. She would see the sentiment in his dark eyes. In fact, he let the crowd see her wriggle and twist helplessly in his grip. And the he lifted the crown again, high. They were ecstatic to see it. His people liked a public execution. And they understood the imagery of a would-be queen hammered by the crown she'd lost better than Rowena herself, it seemed. They screeched when he slammed it down again to turn her head to the side. Three times he did it, and three times they erupted in glee. If the belief hadn't already been dormant in their hearts, they surely saw now that even the most powerful woman had no chance against a man. She had been proud of the strides she'd made, but her gender would be her undoing in more ways than one.

"Here she is, finally, the queen of our realm." he said to the audience who laughed just as he meant for them to. She had no loyalists in the crowd, because her knights did not fight for her. They'd been sifted out early, and were now rotting in sells, dead or alive. To be honest, there hadn't been enough of them to give that much of a resistance. And, the females she had in control were thoroughly fucked into submission now. As it turned out, Rowena had been the strongest of them. They were only as formidable as their womanhood would let them. They lost their strength once they were taken enough times. Now his big sister would follow the same example. "And now she will become my slave, the same as any other woman to any other man." even the females in the crowd cheered at that. They were introduce to the new doctrine he had been pushing. He twisted his sister around to look at the people who had abandoned her. They had love in their gaze for her, but it wasn't tender. They wanted more. "Look at her. Stupid and weak. Delusional."

He placed the crown on his head and then used his free hand to start tearing at her clothes. She couldn't do much other than to take it, especially when she was held by her neck, made to look at the crowd. Eventually she would be wearing only rags for the people. Her royal breasts and her pussy - who's offspring would now not be heir - was out there for them. He grabbed one tit from behind, having always been curious of what kind of orbs his sister had. They had been impossibly unreachable for him, once upon a time, but now they were his. He owned her body and life. He bent her over the stone banister and locked her hands behind her back, crossing her wrists and controlling them with one of his hands. This freed one of his hands up to start brutally spanking her. This wasn't some tender tapping to make her cheeks jiggle, it was hard, the kind pow powerful attack that could bring men to their knees. Certainly harder than she had ever been beaten.

They crowd were riled by the demeaning treatment of their now nude former queen. It was clear this wouldn't be the end of it, but it was the end of her reign. He was happy to have them on his side. "Shouldn't you announce it, sister dearest?" he asked as the cracks onto her buttocks echoed out, violent smacks colliding with her flesh over and over. He wouldn't think more anger beyond her, but he also wondered how much of this his sister could take before he'd see signs of her worry. This was only the beginning, of course. Whether she gave up or not, she'd be royally fucked in front of her kingdom today, when she thought she would be crowned. "Tell them you give up the throne to me." he suggested and they ooh:ed in unison.

 

[The Watcher]

As Sadai hit her again and again over the head with the crown her thoughts went back to her father's time ruling. Despite being in good favour unlike Sadai she had no lost love for her father, to her she was just another tool to help her move forward in her life. Her father had owned slaves just like any other man in Khuz Khirulax, Sadai was the result of the relations he had with these slaves, the only male. The rest of the females he birthed were raised as slaves, except her, his first born to the queen. Sufficet to say he planned on making them his own slaves once they reached adulthood. Once she had reached adulthood, turing 18 years of age, her father's looks towards her changed, a lust was in his eyes as she had grown as his daughter. She knew that as his heir he had to keep up certain appearances so it was unlikely that he would come for her, but she avoided him whenever he got drunk, just incase. It was a common sight in her father's castle for serving girls to be bruised, battered, forced to work naked or in ripped clothing, and covered in bodily fluids. She once caught her father in mid ssx with one of the maids, her ass was beaten blue, he face red from being choked, his cock buried deep in her ass, as her pussy gushed. The scene left a deep imprint on her for how women got treated here.

As she was held in front of a crowd cheering for her to be a slave she thought back to this moment and it scared her. She felt her dress tear as her brother reached for it, it falling to the ground. Her large breast's were uncovered, and visible for all to see, her bottoms were still covered by her thong, and she was also wearing a garter belt with thigh highs. When he pulled at her thong the fabric jolted up between her pussy lips, rubbing hard and rough against her clit, eliciting a bit of a moan. Eventually the thongs strings all popped at once and she was left held in front of the crowd in nothing but tattered parts of a dress, a garter belt and thigh highs. Her pussy, puffy with a small landing strip above it, was exposed to the crowd below. She felt a hand grab her boob the coarse sking roughly kneading her nipple as fat spilled around the fingers, "let go of me you bastard" she said, still struggling however her voice more desperate than before.

She felt his weight shift as he maneuvered her and grabbed her arms placing them behind her back as she was bent over the cold stone surface, her breast's exposed to the crown and her pussy and ass to him. She felt the first slap hit hard and her belly scrapped along the cold stone surface, then the second came, and the third. The loud slapping filled the air as men and women below cheered, she was saddened to see even women who she advocated for cheering for her down below as they were getting fu ked by the men who owned them. She tried her best not to cry out in pain but as her ass began to turn purple it eventually became too much and she she began to grunt and scream as each slap was delivered. Finally her brother spoke, he wanted her to verbally declare him king... never. "Brother, you can strip me down, beat me, humiliate me, claim me as a slave, take my pussy, ass and mouth for yourself, use me like father used all of his whores, whores like your mother, but you will never hear me call you king" she said. "Fuck you, and Do what you will, I will not give up the last of my dignity" she said.

 

[Verse]

She didn't disappoint when he tore her clothes off. But she did surprise him a bit. He didn't know what he'd expected, but her relatively youthful style of undergarments, certainly elegant enough to fit her stature, but also rather erotic. He had no doubt that his sister's haughtiness must come bubbling up from a very sinful well inside her. He should have known that kind of confidence and hubris would border onto narcissism. She was still a redblooded woman, underneath the cruelty and power that she projected - it really wasn't anything out of the unusual that she may celebrate both her body and her femininity. And now it belonged to him and all of the good people who had gathered here. He was delighted to give her secret to all of them. Her breasts were bountiful and brimming with youth, and her fertile, ripe pussy was a luxury afforded all those who watched. She was pretty because she'd been spoiled and spared of labor, growing up, while he had to toil away with the tutors. After all, a bastard of the throne isn't much better than others who weren't noble. Rowena herself had made this point many times.

He heard her when she moaned and grinned to himself to have accessed her pleasure when simply tearing her underwear off. He chuckled from behind her to have elicited that response, and now he knew a secret about her body. That was proof of a masochist. This meant that perhaps he was right in the literary sense when he said that she only wanted what his opponents had. Was his dear sister perverse? It certainly would explain a lot to things. Would it even be appropriate for a queen to have these kind of thoughts? No ruler of any land should prefer punishment. As he helped himself to a tit, roughly, she just moved about more, simply adding the element of motion for him. She was losing her confidence at the staggering odds against her. This was the kind of behavior that most men wanted from their women, but not their queen. He was showing them that they were one and the same. The fear in her voice was delicious, and he knew he had her, then. If she wanted to pretend there was still leeway to fight, he didn't mind. It just made for a better fuck. But they were all going to learn something from her fate. That she was not their queen, and that women were meant to be for men, not with them.

She couldn't do anything but bend when he bent her. He looked down at the ass that now belonged to him. She'd called him a bastard, but she was even lower than that. He finally got to punish her, and the echoes of the rapping upon her spoiled buttocks were heard loud enough that the gathered people would hear, and never forget. He noticed that the sounds gathered in her throat, and that she tried her best to keep them down. But eventually they spilled out in noises of confession that his strength had bested her will. Looking down, the mottled and strong colors on her ass told the story of a rather harsh spanking. His brow raised when she answered with all the things he could do to her, and he raised his eyebrow as though they were suggestions, and the crowd had a laugh about it. Her words didn't carry any weight here anymore. Her confidence was sounding more like a joke to them, the way he'd always thought it was.

"Oh you won't?" he asked. His own, male voice deep, and carried much better from where they stood. Even the acoustics of this place was better suited for male vocal chords. She was facing the crowd, so she wouldn't directly see what he did in response to her challenge. The cock that their new king took out was more than visible even at this distance. Gasps spread from the onlookers. Sedai had a rather impressive build, down there. While he was elegantly shaped otherwise, as children of kings are expected to be, his cock was barbaric. It's color was darker than the rest of him and the head a sickly purple. The crisscrossing veins were plentiful and blue, and there was a thick part leading up to the tip, almost as though his dick was a bat or a club. But the most eyecatching thing about it, was the size. It was a hulking, overfilled girth, and the length would clear the forearm test. If Rowena did look back, she'd get to see it too; the new royal spire.

He pulled her along to a place on their balcony where there was no railing, ballista, or fence in the way, so the audience could see the stone floor they both stood on. He easily put her on her back and folded her legs over her head, so the crowd could look directly into her exposed pussy. And, as he hovered over her while keeping her in place with his hands on her ass, he placed the crown on her butt to make the crowd boom with laughter. And then he put the crown back on his head and held his weight with one hand on one of her asscheeks. He used the other hand to direct his hard cock downward, and then bent his legs, lowering until that dangerous cock kissed her cunt.

"Any last words as a virgin?" he asked. And whatever his sister would say, he would interrupt it by squatting, and thereby impaling her with his cock, half its length, which was enough to bottom out in some women. He wondered how deep his sister was.

 

[The Watcher]

Rowena heard her brothers words and the gasps of the onlookers as she dared to look back over her shoulder to find the massive member pointed at her. She scoffed at her brother's cock, tilting her head up as if trying to look down upon it, "you think that scares me?" She said to him, her voice as defiant as ever. Her face and voice gave no indication of fear however under his grasp Sadai would feel her shudder, as her body betrayed her. Sadai could say what he wanted but it was certainly a quality fit for a ruler, unwillingness to give in or show fear to their people. However her birth came at the wrong time and place, perhaps had she been born to one of the kingdoms of the Holy Alliance that had defeated the Dark lord years ago she could have ruled. It was a rumor passed down that women weren't typically slaves there and that there was even a country run entirely by women. However she was born in Khuz Khirulax, and dispute her royal blood she was meant to be a slave.

She felt her brother begin to drag her away from the stone railing, as he did he would be able to see the damage the cold stone had done to her stomach during his spanking session, as the stone had irritated and scrapped the skin, her stomach was a bright red color. She saw the futility in resisting, he was obviously stronger than her and now even if she did manage to get away so she had switched her goal in that moment to making sure her brother got no enjoyment out of this, that she showed the crowd below that she would not give in to being raped, and stand her ground in against her brother. As she was turned over onto her back and maneuvered into a piledriver position she heard the crowd cheer and call her a prolifera of slurs. She nearly grimaced at this, it hurt more coming from the people she thought wanted her to be Queen than from her brother but still her face did not give away the look of betrayal. She was completely exposed to them, even as they laughed at her she did not break. When her brother asked for her final words she began to say "I will no...." her word cutting off as his cock pushed into her.

It was a strange feeling his cock entering her, it hurt sure, despite her stoic look and her demeanor her body had begun to betray her, her pussy having been a bit wet before he put it in which helped him slide on in there. No, it hurt, but not so much as getting beaten with a wooden sword by her father during training, it kind of felt like a nice ache, one she had come to enjoy after a long workout, perhaps a bit more painful but not much more so. However due to the sheer size her pussy had to stretch out painfully to accommodate it, and she felt like all the air was being pushed from her body. Her mother was the queen, a very beautiful woman, despite this she was still essentially a slave just one of better birth and superior quality as far as a women's assets went. He hips were wide and considered child bearing, her breast's were big and her pussy was tight and deep. Her daughter had inherited all of those traits. As Sadai's cock penetrated her he did not bottom out at half ways as he pressed in, though he was likely close, however he could see from outside of her body the budget from where his cock displaced skin and tissue. After his initial thrust she took a moment to get the air back in her lungs, her pussy throbbed in pain around his cock, the same sour look was plastered to her face as before as her face did not betray her, however a thought momentarily entered her mind, a thought that said the pain felt good. However she shook away this thought and continued her words from earlier "I will not yeild to you brother, I will show them that I cannot be broken" she said, however there was a slightest hint of uncertainty now present in her voice, an uncertainty only those who had known her for a long time would pick up on.

 

[Verse]

There were many things that should have shrunk his cock. The cold air and the staring of the crowd, the mere weight of all the expectations of a public raping weighed on his member. But like his sibling on the stone stage, he was bred for the throne, and he had the confidence of a king. It was his royal blood coursing through the mighty flesh hammer that looked back at her when she defiantly stared at it. Her words did not make the fat flesh cower. Her fate would still be set by it. She would learn its importance in her life before long. It felt good to manhandle her further, and even if she fought, he realized she was not giving it her all. Many women had tried to get away from the same limb, so he knew the language of those who claimed they didn't want to. It was his belief that all females desired deeply to interact with and please a good cock. He didn't falter, while his sister staggered. Despite her unwillingness, she wasn't being impossible about it, in any way that would make him consider killing her to get it over with. Because that would certainly solve the problem as well. But he had made a plan, and the plan was not to let her get away so easily. If she died without showing weakness, it would take away from the glory of his coronation. And it would also rob him of fun that he intended to have with her. After all, Rowena owed him for the life she'd let him have under her boot. She would have to be present for when it all tumbled down, in no little part because of the cock she'd tried to insult. As he handled her and moved her, she did offer a good display. She wasn't some some limp doll being dragged, she actually engaged in fighting, and it kept the crowd entertained. He wouldn't stop until they were all satisfied at the cost of her dignity and body.

The irrevocable truth of her gender was underline up there, when they reached a clearing in obstacles so they could see her entire body and feet. His power was unquestionable when he folded her how he wanted. Even if they thought he was a runt, they believed in their hearts that a male such as him wouldn't lose to the strongest of the Khirulax women. He made sure her head dunked against the hard floor when he folded in her into place. They roared at his victory and he smiled out at them. And some of the men who had served with him, and knew what he liked, already understood that the would-never-be queen would not get the chance to say everything she wanted. He groaned when he finally got to shut her up with his descending cock. It was difficult to quiet Rowena. The only one who could was father. And now Sadai's cock was taking that place inside her. He grunted with strain from the tight hug of her stretched pussy, the rising scent from her royal cunt smelled a lot like his own cock, because of their relation. He noted that she wasn't screeching in pain, which meant her pussy might be born to take his, and that she had good potential.

She and her pretty body, now forever engrained into the retinas of the onlookers, beckoned him to go in further, despite the deformation of her stomach to suggest she'd taken a lot for her capacity already. But he'd not found the end of her depth yet. He surged on. There was nothing else for him to do, he would look for the bottom in her stomach, and she'd already inhaled despite the space he was taking up inside her. He grinned down at her knowingly, to convey that he thought her less-than-dry snatch meant he'd already won this, let alone than if her inner stopped his cock with her cervix. Either way the new, proclaimed king would start fucking down into his sister for the crowd that cheered like these were the tournaments, and her womanhood was the opposing knight. They shouted for him to destroy her. And with their full view of the incestious spectacle, they were riled even further, shouting profanities at her, and glorifying him. With his weight eventually dropping down on her, counting on the back of her neck and shoulderblades to take the brunt of the force, she would suffer simply from the beating of it all if not for the sexual punishment. Let alone if he found her bottom and would be punching that over and over with the head of his downward reaching cock.

His rushed and fervent attention would eventually slide her so far toward the crowd her head would hang off the edge for them. She'd see them upside down, when she wasn't looking up at her pussy being gouged out, and not a face looking at her would have sympathy. The ones not engaged in or trapped in similar unwilling skinship, looked at her with their cocks out and one hand in a fist at the sky, cheering her brother on. They had full belief that the new king could break the former whore who thought she could be king.

 

[The Watcher]

As Rowena lay there, Sadai's Cock drilling deeper into her body with every thrust her mind stirred. She could not think straight, her brother's member hitting her deepest parts and pushing even further, she could see her stomach bulging as his cock slammed into her, it made her question her sanity for a moment each time it distended. She was starting to feel good, each time his cock crushed her womb her mind when blank for a moment in both pleasure and pain. and as soon as he pulled out she was back again only for it to happen again in just a few seconds. A thought began to cross her mind after a few moments, 'what if this was the way things were meant to be?' For her she never had a question that she was the rightful ruler of this city however right now she was no more than a slut enjoying being plowed in front of hundreds of men and women.

An even scarier thought began to enter her mind shortly after, 'what if this was fathers plan?' she asked herself. When she thought about it for a moment it made sense in a way, She was trained and exercised daily and she was put on a pedestal above all others. The only things her father really taught her was combat which was meant to toughen her up and sex, which while he never touched her she was exposed to it daily in various forms. She was given everything, and on the contrast Sadai was given nothing. He had to work his own way to the top and gain the trust of various folks. Not to mention her father instilled a great hatred in Sadai for his family, and by extension her, not that she helped that fact. All in all it seemed to her that she was raised to be the perfect slave to break, for Sadai to show his strength and cultivate his Hate. Why else would her father keep Sadai around if not for this. Not to mention the fact that her mother was only given the title of queen as she born a noble mans daughter, from what she could tell her mother was just as much of a slave as Sadai's. She could see the old man perverted smile in her mind and somehow she knew that she was right, he had done nothing to raise Sadai, yet he created someone who would lead the human nation to victory. Someone with the same views on women that he had in his life. Even if Sadai had noticed this she doubted it would change anything now.

As her brother moved her, her head now hanging off the edge in full view of her citizens a mix of emotions welled up inside her, however she dared not let them show. No matter if this was her father's plan all along or not, she was her own person and she had taken her life into her own hands. Of course her brother was currently in the middle of toppling what she worked for, but she would not let this moment define her. Even as the wet slapping sound of Sadai's cock driving into her guts filled the air and her juices dripped down over her belly she would not falter. Even if every last person in this city had betrayed her, she would not let a man rule over her. And that's when it happened. She didn't even register what happened at first, it was an involuntary action as Sadai's cock hit her depths in just the right way. A cute moan had escaped her lips, and as soon as she realized it her face turned red from both anger and embarrassment. She hadn't realized it but enjoyment of sex was in her blood, just as was the will to serve a strong male instilled in the blood of all Khuz Khirulax's women. Her rage ran deep but despite that her pussy felt good, and she imagined it felt even better because everyone was watching, the shame combined with the pleasure made her body feel hot. Her moans continued after that but even then the rage in her eyes did not disappear.