Enter the Dragon's Lair.

[Sweet_Secrets]

Enter the Dragon's Lair. (Played with LordLuck.)

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If there was one thing Adrianna did not like hearing from her people, it was them complaining how she had an 'easy' life compared to them. She learned of the news when she was still new on the throne, the crown on her head at last after the Bloody Succession, when she learned of what they were saying behind her back.

"We work and work and work. We work till our fingers bleed and our backs break," they would say in the taverns/markets/docks/farms when they think the Queen's spies were not paying attention. (A foolish mistake everyone makes when it comes to her spies so she cannot hold that against them.) "All the Queen has to do is simply sit on her pretty little arse and do nothing."

Even to this day, while she championed for arts and successfully defended them from the invaders once again, they continued to say this one thing about her and nothing else. If it had been another thing, like how she was an unrepentant murderer or the like, she would have not minded as much. But to hear that, of how she did nothing after she provided so much to them, was more than an insult to the Queen Regent.

It would not be enough to send them to the Tower, like she had done to her poor cousin Eleanor, but it still caused her to ground her teeth and make her people in Court scurry in fear of being burnt with her wrath when it became palpable in the air once more.

Her Royal Highness Adrianna Drake did not become the Queen Regent of England simply by sitting on her pretty little arse and have it handed to her on a silver spoon. She did not earn the nickname 'The Dragon Queen' by being nice to those who betrayed her and by being submissive when the Spanish came to invade her lands. She did not become who she was today by letting things happen to her and do nothing about it.

No, she had to fight her way to the succession and planned and schemed the downfall of her two half-brothers to get the throne. She juggled suitors, investors, captains and commoners while the War with the Invaders raged on. She pawned off her own jewelery to fund the fights. She struggled to keep her country, her home, from becoming bankrupt with every fight she had with Spain.

She worked for it all. The very thought of someone gaining something without keep was a sin in her sharp eyes.

So when she heard of the rumors of her son, the Dragon Prince, in a dalliance with one of her Ladies-In-Waitings, she was engulfed in quiet fury once again. Her remaining Ladies, with the suspected one quickly banished from Court until these matters were aired out, were all nervous as rabbits as they stood before her in her bedroom. She stood tall amongst them all, dressed in a fine green dress with her back straight.

She was a true beauty, Queen Adrianna was. The type of woman who could easily inspire flattery and praise that was actually true. With her shining dark locks that tumbled down her waist in luxurious waves, luscious red lips and full built with heaving breasts and pleasant rump, it was no surprise that she had suitors -- Often times, many years her junior -- after her hand in marriage even after twenty years of her succession and of the death of her beloved husband, the late King James VIII.

She was a true beauty but with her beautiful features so cold and remote as the bitterest of winter in her Realm, one did not need to wonder how she earned the famous nickname of hers as she stood there, both majestic and dangerous to all who displeased her. She looked at her Ladies with cool detachment and analytical calm shining in those green eyes of hers, carefully deciding her next course of action now that her Ladies-in-Waiting were all here.

"Pray tell, my dear Ladies," she said, her words purred out but laced with coldness to the point the women winced, "is the rumors of my son's romps with the Lady Mary true? After all, you are all friends with each other."

"We are not sure Your Highness," one of the Ladies, Elisabeth Southwell, said. "But she was so giggly and excited when the Prince talked to her and she made it clear if he approached her..."

Seeing no use in dancing this subject, she bluntly said, "Is it true that Elisabeth Southwell is expecting?"

Silence fell over the Ladies and they huddled closer until one of them, her favorite, the Lady Katherine May, nodded. "Yes, Your Highness. She was complaining of her dresses becoming too tight and she was eating the most peculiar things. It wasn't until I was helping her undress did I see the bump on her stomach. She is, indeed, expecting if it comforts you."

Lady May was the oldest of the Ladies and she seems to have proven that age does not come with wisdom. Oh, of course this did not comfort her at all. Now that it has been confirmed that Elisabeth Southwell was expecting, no doubt this will be revealed in Court soon enough. If she did not do something fast, her son would have to marry the girl because of possibly unfounded rumors and a child that might not even be his will become next in line for the throne.

God forbid that! She worked too hard to let a scandal ruin her careful plans. Never!

She rubbed her temples, humming her disapproval. This would be a worry. If her son could not control herself than having him part of her Core Council -- The people she trusted the most with the most intimate decisions and information about her lands and lands beyond hers -- would be bad. But if she attempted to pull him out of the Core Council out of the fear of mere rumors, his supporters would become angry. And her son had many, many supporters with the people.

Right now, her next move is to have him come to her rooms and talk to him about this situation. If it is not true, she will announce it in Court and help Elisabeth Southwell raise the child if the true father does not come out. If it it true, well... She was the Dragon Queen for nothing. It should be simple.

If it were only that simple, she thought.

"Please send for my son, the Prince," she told to Lady May. "Tell him I wish to see him in my chambers soon as possible. I wish to speak to him about these rumors I've been hearing as of late in Court. The rest of you, you are dismissed for today. I wish to be alone when my son comes. He and I have a long talk to have."

They soon left the lair of Queen Adrianna fast as they could without actually running, not wanting to be in this mess when it happened.

 

[LordLuck]

"Another round! Another round, I say! My Kingdom for a Flagon of Ale!"

The Dragon Prince, William Drake, also known as William of London, was enjoying another workless afternoon amongst his people. Or so liket to style himself like that. A new Conqueror, his close friends called him, who had not conquered anything besides the ever-rebelling Welsh principalities, a conqueror who had only been able to brag about conquering maidens with his charm and wit, relying on then rather than on his standing as The Dragon Prince to court them.

Styling himself as a Medieval Lord, gathering a Household of his own around himself, Prince William was the most popular annointed heir since The Black Prince, Edward of Woodstock. Or so did the minstrels that worked under his pay told the people. The young, handsome man was in every way captivating. His looks, not too thin but also not too overweight, his beard well-trimmed into an almost unnoticeable fur under his chin, wearing his hair long until his neck, where it was again trimmed neatly. His charming manners had swoon him many women and many men alike, the first sharing his alcove before being dumped, the seconds gathering to his flag in ascendance.

And so far, he was the only one capable of appeasing the Commons with his rethoric, or only enough to act freely from their ever-vigilant censorship, or his mother's wing. Having returned from the Western Wales in no more than two months, after brutally ending the last uprise in an act of cruelty unseen since the Middle Ages, Prince William Drake was both beloved by his subjects and feared by his opposers, as his charming manners were only surpassed by his capabilities for cruelty and unwanton violence. His rage was terrible to behold, the only person ever capable of aplacating his ire being his mother - who, truth be told, had better things to do than care for her spoiled child.

Spoiled? Certainly he was. The only surviving child of Queen Adrianna's progeny with the late and beloved King James VIII, he had been taken care of all the dangers that could befell a child, and that had turned him into a little monster and a prankster without peer. Poor of his maids and sitters as he started to stalk her to sate the lusts of his juvenile desires. More than once the Queen Mother herself had to come to censor his depraved acts.

And that was one of his flaws. Beside being a glutton, and nourishing an unhealty love to wine, the Dragon Prince had only one wish besides drinking, eating, and fighting at the front melée. The Courting Game. Competing with his fellows, most of them the children of nobles also subject to himself, his Household was the terror of the Ladies-in-Waiting... or even the most lonely of the married noblewoman, a title only once claimed - and not by William himself.

The most desirable of these prizes were no less his own mother's Ladies-in-Waiting. His hobby of lately was courting them, the bad tongues even implying that the Dragon Prince was making the Queen's entourage his concubines, as none could resist his charms.

"Indeed, my Lord... I'd give my county for some Xerez...", said Abelard Marshall, Count of Penbrooke. Even though Abelard was as old as the Prince, he had already inherited his lands and titles from his father, deceased during the Bloody Sucession. The Count Marshall, many called him, even though he was too young to take real care of his duties as Marshall of the Kingdom... yet. Even though a capable leader of men, he was still too young to be with Her Highness' circle of generals.

"Lord? I'm your Majesty to you, Marshall, and you remember that!", replied a red-cheeks William.

Laughter echoed around the large, stone room of the Palace's kitchens, currently the Hall of the Dragon Prince, and his Household of young, drunken knights. All of a sudden, William himself had the urge to raise. He still had a strong liver, and had drinked little for the day. Perhaps that was why he had raised and heard cautiously as Lady Katherine May had called him from his Household.

He was serious when leaving his Knights, and strode quickly through the Palace's corridors, speeding towards the Queen's Chambers, Lady May speeding up behind him. Garbed in his usual, fine clothing of deep, dark green, his fingers filled with rings and two collars over his chest, Prince William liked to show off the riches accumulated by the Royalty, and used them to buy - or convince a baker to remain quiet about the deflowering of his daughter. Arranging his long-brimmed har and it's single, white feather, the Dragon Prince entered the Dragon's Lair.

 

[Sweet_Secrets]

When her son entered her rooms, with Lady May trailing behind in fear, Adrianna couldn't help but feel slightly amused at the sight of him. Gone was the little mischievous boy who would attempt to order his maids or sitters to show him their bosoms. In front of her was a mischievous man who would seduce his maids and other ladies for the fun of it all.

She usually tolerated it when he tried to hide it from her if he could but, in all honesty, she found intense displeasure when he did so. It was she who usually had to clean up the mess when he grew tried of the woman, one reason or another. Usually because she was pregnant with his bastard child.

He was dressed in one of his finest clothing, showing elegance and pompousness at once. He reeked of both spirits and arrogance to the point Adrianna had the urge to open her windows she she would not suffocate from the chocking sensation she felt. He walked with both purpose and confidence, as if he wasn't scared of the idea of displeasing both his mother and the Queen of this realm.

While he has the looks of his departed father, she thought when she let Lady May have the chance to go back to her rooms now that her wayward son was here, he certainly doesn't have James' meekness nor humbleness.

Ahhh... James. If there was one influence of calmness and sweetness, it was him before he died of the sweating sickness.

Once a poor son of an even poorer Count, James was originally named Walter Bacon until she had him change his name to James Drake the VIII so she could keep the power of the throne to herself that would have been his upon their marriage. He was not interested in ruling the country and was more than happy to follow his beautiful wife's wishes when she asked him to submit himself to her and only her. It was one of the many reasons she married her true love.

He had the name King in only name while she truly ruled these lands. But she and him had a happy marriage, a true one, one that she knew can never be recreated with another soul. One of her complaints was how... timid he was during their lovemaking, with her leading once again, but at least he was fertile that resulted in her getting pregnant many times.

William here was her only child that survived pregnancy, childhood and adulthood during her marriage with James, with the rest -- A total of a shocking and rather depressing six -- dying before they were born, in their baby- and childhood. So when he, the last child she had before James died, came to this world; it was no surprise that she went out of her way to ensure his safety and comfort now that an heir to the throne was secured.

She was perhaps regretting all of the indulgence and neglect now, seeing what had happened to the boy. But she will think on that in another time for she had more pressing concerns to look at right now.

"Please, William, do sit in the chair across mine," Adrianna said, not rising to her feet like she should have when he entered. It was to show how she was not in the moods for games, to show how much displeasure she felt in needing to have this meeting with him. "I have been hearing rumors that you have been engaging in depraved fornications. While it has happened once or twice in the past, it certainly does not happen with my Ladies-in-Waiting."

The Dragon's temper rose now and her eyes darkened to a venomous green, her full lips pressing together and turning downwards to show the usual scowl.

"Elisabeth Southwell, I'm sure you know her." Anyone in Court would know the blond-haired, blue-eyed beauty the Queen Regent was speaking of. She was the inspiration for that famous painting, the Venus' Protege by Hans Heiler. "I have learned that she is now expecting and people are now believing that you are the child of the one she is carrying in her womb. Tell me, Dearest Son, is this true?"

She leaned into her chair while she waited for his reply against this accusation and purposely twirled a dark lock of hers around a finger that held two rings. They were the only rings she wore on her person at all, in contrast to all the others in Court who would slip ring upon ring on their fingers to show their finery. It made the rings stand out more when they were displayed. It made their meanings stand out more.

One of them was none other than Adrianna's coronation ring. The one that was infamously made from the bits of steel from the broken sword of her dead elder brother, John VI, and the emerald gem she had stolen from the corpse of her younger brother, Henri III, when the body was presented to her after the Battle of Hatfield was over. It was fashioned to be reminiscent of a dragon, the her symbol of power and ruthlessness to get to where she was today.

The other was a portrait ring made from gold and red enamel and pearls stolen from Spain, a gift from the late James VIII, her son's father. It was a wedding gift to his beloved wife on the day of their marriage, holding a picture of him and her together when she opened it. It was to be a substitute for an actual wedding ring they could not afford since the land was still recovering from the Bloody Succession and he had pawned off many of his jewelery to help Adrianna pay off the debts.

Even after her husband's death, she refused to let go of the ring

Her showing of the rings to her only son, the heir to the throne when she was gone and the one who must one day find someone to marry to continue the line, showed the words she would not say outloud but made clear in her actions:

I am disappointed in you. You've not only shamed our name with your buffoonery but your father's good name and image with how you act. I do not know how the Kingdom shall be if I leave it in your hands if you continue to act like this.

With her words now shown but not said, ensuring that he cannot complain if he tried to, she sighed and let the hand drop against her heaving, full breasts. Tilting her head as if she needed to hear him better, letting more of her long hair fall down from her shoulders and curl against the naked skin that was exposed by the low neckline, she stared at him more and then said, "Well, Dearest Son? What do you have to say for yourself against these rumors? Your honor--" If you have any at all "--is at stake here."

 

[LordLuck]

Before him stood sitting the greatest of all the Monarchs to sit in the English Throne for a whole century, if not more. His mother, in all of her beaultiful majesty and awe, always managed to extract a glimpse of shock from the Dragon Prince's features. However, he not only knew how, but also revelled in enraging her. Even though to receive her sermons were more than boresome, to have her lose her fiery temper did always satisfy his needs for entertainment.

As did her Ladies-in-Waiting, when the Queen turned her back. As had done Lady Southwell...

Prince William sat unceremoniously, stretching himself umproperly around the fancy, yet somewhat plain armchair before his mother, stretching his legs and crossing them before him, reclining over one arm. He loved to stare the full figure of his mother, a woman in her very prime. He could never find amongst his conquests a woman like her, and that only turned him to search more and more for dangerous... delicate prey. Lady May should propably remain away from this more intimate conversation between mother and son, but somehow, the Queen's best friend only did stood there, beside William's chair, looking in fear on what would happen. Both the Dragons had fiery temper. Any of them could explode in no time.

So it was in an serene, yet amused expression that William replied to his mother, in his low, gruff voice.

"I am innocent, Mother, for I've not engaged in fornication with Lady Southwell. Even though I must admit she's a beauty in her own right, I've not done... anything that could have impregnated her."

In his mischievous smile, William reclined once again, passing a hand over his long hair in order to adjust it, enjoying the view of the Queen's frame. She was gorgeous. Not even the most filled-with make-up whore on the finest brothels in London would be as naturally gorgeous as his Mother. And that frustrated him, for even though he lashed free his desires over women, in the sport of court, never would he be able to reach one of the same majestic beaulty as the Dragon Queen herself.

In all of his moves did William imply to his mother his own lack of concern before her anger. So what? What if it's mine? What if I've poured my seed in more fields than I can count on my fingers? He though. What are you going to do to stop me from raising bastards, Mother?

"However, I confess I did engage in some... activities with Elisabeth Southwell that I doubt you'd appreciate, my Mother. Haven't we also, Lady May?", he said, using his long arm to slap at Lady Katherine May's ass in a joyful motion, laughting.

It was Katherine's time to blush, turning crimson after William slapped her backside. She was taken by shock. How could she ever imagine that Prince William would be so reckless, such a bragger of his own feats, even before his own Mother? She was sure she would die in shame and disgrace after this display.

"I-I-It was o-only once!!!", Katherine May said, trying to hold her tears in check, all the while Prince William stared amused at his mother's growing fury.

"Thrice. I can count, my dear.", he said, turning to May, "You see, mother, even Lady May had engaged in acts I doubt you'd aprove. But be calmed, though, for I've only had her... kneeling before me, if you get the drift."

William kept his debauched smile, as May started to unmake herself in tears of btoh hatred and shame before the Dragon Queen. For William, this was only a great game. What for Katherine? Would Queen Adrianna banish her from the Court? William somehow doubted it.

 

[Sweet_Secrets]

She felt the familiar pooling of rage in her stomach when she learned Lady May – Her most trusted of Ladies-in-Waiting – was fooling around with her son. At least it was implied they only did these acts by oral fornication. There was no way in God’s Realm that Lady May could become pregnant. She rapped her knuckles against the wood of the armchair, just for luck and to bring Lady May back from her whimpering and quite crying.

“What shall I do with you?” she said, her voice eerily calm. It only made Lady May cry harder.

Adrianna couldn’t just ban the Lady May and harshly scold her son. Not after she had just exiled Lady Southwell because of the rumors. It would only take little time for the two to be brought together and Lady May’s reputation to be tarnished. She cared not for Lady Southwell – Adrianna always thought of her as a brainless twit – but she cared deeply for Lady May. She was the sister she never had, the sibling she will never be granted since, to be honest, she had the last two of hers killed to get her throne.

Like James and High Councilman Robert Cecil and Spymaster Jacob Woods, she has been with her since the start of her childhood and throughout the Bloody Succession. She couldn’t just ban her after all Lady May had given to her over the twenty years of her reign.

She looked at the two of them carefully as she contemplated this sensationally scandalous situation, noting how Lady May continued to whimper in fear and in anticipation for her Queen’s wrath while her son, that sly Dragon of hers, eagerly waited for said wrath to happen in front of him like it was a show for him.

Perhaps it is, she thought with sudden but known realization and tiredness. It made her frown/scowl some more. I haven’t paid much attention to him when he was younger. I was busy ruling a country and he must feel like this is a fine way of getting all those hours I missed doting on him.

“Yes, my Dearest Son, I ‘get’ this ‘drift’ you speak of,” she said at last. “Lady May, please return to your rooms. It is obvious bad judgement and lack of clear headedness was why you decided to be with my son, the Heir. Please clear yourself for the time being. We shall discuss this later.”

Lady May certainly didn’t protest. Within seconds, the Lady-in-Waiting scurried away from the two Dragons, the one of Passions and one of Calculations, to their own fights. When Lady May finally left the room, closing the door behind her with a ‘click’ that had a note of finality in it, that was when Adrianna pushed herself off her chair to the point it tumbled on to its back from the sheer speed and forced she had moved with.

Closing the distance between them by leaning forward, she placed her hands on the armchairs and narrowed those vivid, cold eyes.

“What games are you playing, William Walker Albright Drake?” Queen Adrianna hissed, her eyes both dark and bright in her fury as she leaned in to close the distance between her and her son. When she used his full name, it was when she was in her foulest moods. “What makes you think you could get away with this while I am the Queen here? Do you not have respect for my orders? I have made it clear that no one – No one – is to touch my Ladies-in-Waiting. Not even you, William.”

She glared at him; her long tendrils of midnight hair curtaining both as she awaited a response form her son, her Heir to the Kingdom she had to literally bathe in blood to make it hers. Her impressive, full breasts – The very lush, ripe pair that people fantasized about and made paintings and drawings, from the tasteful to the most crude – were swinging just a hint and heaving much from her heavy breathing.

The very breasts William had been fed upon when Adrianna made it clear she did not want a wet nurse. The very same breasts he had wrapped his lips around a perked, pale pink nipple and tongue for nourishment instead of sexual stimulation these days with other women.

“What will it take to make you stave off your lusts?” Adrianna ask, her tone asking for an answer. “A chastity belt on your person, on my Ladies’ person? A trip to the monasteries for the next year to teach you? What must I do to make you stop doing this idiotic tasks? You are the future King of England, damnations. You have to act like one now if you want to be respected by the other countries. Do you think I got where I am today by fooling around with my Royal Guards and being a lustful fool in front of King Philip and those others?”

 

[LordLuck]

"And have you not, esteemed Mother? What of Sir Richard? Was that not a lusty relation of yourself?"

When Adrianna had suddenly come over to him, her quickness had startled Prince William almost to hop on his feet - and he probably would have she not just laid menacingly over him, staring her fiery green eyes down into his. Yes, he had heard the rumours. He had actually heard many, many rumours about his Mother's seemly affair with Sir Richard the Sailor, a man who appeared out of nowhere, telling fantastic tales about lands forgotten by God, and seemed to captivate the Dragon Queen's attentions.

However, Sir Richard had been killed almost two years ago, victim to a Dutch musket during a skirmish nearby Dunkirk, serving both his Queen and Country. And William had spend many sleepless nights imagining about in wich other ways had the dashing, gallant soldier serviced the Dragon Queen. The thought had revilled him. As some nobles opposers to his mother's regime spoke about it, it seemed that the so-called Sir Richard had engaged in the most debased acts of depravity with his sweet, yet tough mother.

"If I can't lay with the nobility, I should probably look for a diseased, rotten brothel to get syphilys from!"

Prince William had longed to discreetly court Lady Katherine May, her older frame the most appealing to his own desires that any other of his mother's Ladies-in-Waiting. Except for the forbidden fruit that was the Queen herself, Lady May was the only conquerable principality that William could annex... and so he tried. And almost succeded. So many banquets hounding Katherine, dacing with her more than with the other noblewomen, using his eager hands to slide across her frame... and yet, the only things he had ever managed to get from her were little satisfactions. To have May kneeling before him, taking his lenght into her mouth, was only a step less tha having her spreading her legs to him, or even bending over.

But now he had blown it. He had trumphed his card awaiting for the chance to see the Dragon Queen devour her favourite equerry... and he was foiled. All his time spent with May was now nothing, for he was sure that the woman would hate him forever, now.

"...And yet. How to solve it, really? How to quench my lusts for what I cannot even dream to achieve? Should I be satisfied laying with peasants in their own pigstys? Should I, Mother?"

The Dragon Prince's voice started to sound irritated, although his eyes still stared his Mother's, flinching, but never bending, trying to match her intensity with no small success. After many moments of staring, he finally started to break under the sheer power of her stare. His eyes started to wash down Adrianna's lush mane, coming to lay finally at her ample cleavage. Ah, the most perfect bust he had ever had the chance to sleep upon, many, many years into his youth. He had searched for it. God knows that he had. But no woman had ever felt, ever seemed as beaultiful, as desirable to William than... shamefully enough... his own Mother.

"How, indeed. How could my lusts ever be sated...", he said, taking a long starte at her neckline before lifting his serene eyes back to the Queen's furious scowl.

 

[Sweet_Secrets]

Oh… This little weasel! Adrianna thought as her scowling intensified when he brought up the late Sir Richard. Of all the people he had to bring up in this, it had to be Sir Richard.

Well, to be fair to William, Sir Richard was a good defense at her assault. The Sailor was a man of substance and intelligence, qualities that are so hard to come by these days. He had charmed her with stories of the New World and the gifts he brought along from it and she soon made him her favorite in Court, with such speed that was out of her character that it left some people surprised and curious on what else he had done for her. Tongue wagged at Court but she ignored with characteristic contempt, not caring a wit what they thought long as they acted as she wanted them to.

She wouldn’t lie to herself – She was smitten with the man’s looks and bravery, his recklessness and sexually-charged appeal that was a far cry from her beloved James’ quietness and sweetness. Perhaps it was the reason why she let him into her bed that quiet Christmas night. He was a passionate, eager lover thanks to being ten years her junior. He and her ravaged each other in secret but nothing more. She heard of what the people, especially those from Spain or are supporters of Spain, said of her ‘acts’ with him and almost all of them were untrue.

He died for her and her country and she mourned him in private. He was a foolish, beautiful, fiery soul that she would miss. She was actually thinking of wedding the man once or twice, though she would make him take the name of Drake and let her keep all the powers of course, but then he died in Dunkirk in her honor. A true pity and tragedy.

But, of course, she would never tell her son that. Her only child was insanely jealous of Sir Richard for some reason, he tried to hide it but she could tell, she was his mother aftet all; it would just give him poor justification for these reckless actions of his. It certainly wasn’t.

Unlike him, she hid her affair with him well enough that people only had tall tales and nothing more. He was practically siring bastards left and right when her back was turned. At least it showed he was fertile like James and most of the children, so far, have survived. A winning trait needing for the future future King/Queen of England.

In any case…

“He and I never had relations,” she said, lying was like breathing to her and she felt little guilt in lying about it to her own son. “If we had, he would have been King, no? I would not be so foolish to let just any man take the power from me.”

She lifted her hand and showed the rings again, tapping her coronation one. “I’ve worked too hard and gave too much, at the cost of your uncles’ lives even, to just hand it away to a sailor. Do you really think I would let that happen? Of course not. How did these foolish notions fill your head, boy? Did Master Birmingham teach you anything?”

Letting him rant and mutter, she saw in him his insatiable and was unhappy with that. There was no way to curb or control his lusts, which was obvious. What could she do then? She’ll do anything to make him behave and stop bedding her Ladies and just about any pretty face he saw. She saw that he was looked at the glass pendant she wore around her neck, the one with his father’s blood in it, before he looked up and asked her a question that he already had a solution to. He had that look to his face. For all his lusty ways, he was a brilliant schemer and she could tell when he had a scheme working in his complicated maze one could presumably call a mind.

“Obviously, you have an idea of yours to fix this situation of ours,” she said as she pulled back, placing her hands on her full hips that showed even through the dress’ many skirts. She tilted her head and looked at him, waiting for him to tell what he had in mind. “Spit it out, Dearest Son, so this humiliation you put us in constant state shall finally be done with.”

 

[LordLuck]

She had not convinced him. Not at all. Perhaps it was in his blood, the one that Adrianna had shared into his making, that had made William perceptive enough to tell when he heard a lie. And not her steady voice, not her tranquil manners could conceal the lie behind her relationship with Sir Richard.

William hated Richard the Sailor. Some had even commented in hushed tones that the Dragon Prince had paid the Dutch to ambush and kill the man, a plot that had enraged him so much that no one else ever mentioned it again. Of course Prince William had nothing to do with the Dutch invasion of that year, but how it had felled his Mother's favourite consort since his father had filled his dark, shrunken heart with secret glee.

"I very much doubt that Your Highness would ever step so low into even blessing the fool with a county or any title worth of notice.", his words filled with venon, his jealousy evident as his ears turned red. Adrianna had just declared her relationship with Sir Richard, and that did not amuse William at all.

"You should be satisfied with me, Mother. I am virile, I am able to make even the most recatate of ladies to spread her legs to me. Hells, I am even able to impregnate a barren nun!! And I am manly, am I not? Would you be happy if word came to you if I was just like the French Dauphin, an effeminate bastard who loves to be sodomized by his Algerian slaves? If it was I that knelt before Lady May, and not I who had the initiative to have HER kneeling before me?"

He doubted it was humiliating to had bore such a male of her son. Poor were the Queen that only bore princesses, for their realm would pass on into another's dinasty, perhaps even a foreign one at that. The Dragon Queen should have known! How many Princes and Kings and the bloody Holy Emperor himself had been heard to profess attraction and plans towards bedding the Queen of England?

Humiliated was his distant cousins, the King of France, whose firstborn son was a pusilanimous womanly boy, who, according to the own Nobility of France, was used to bending over himself to his friends in order to delve in sodomy! It was simply disgusting! William had met Jean Jacques, the Dauphin, who was no more than an effeminate sheep before the Dragon Prince himself. For all the Nine Hells, the man had even insinuated himself to William!

"It pains me to hear you speak of my qualities as a shameful burden over your back, Mother, but I am, indeed, a man of passions. However, I am sure you must know who is the heart of my desires..."

Prince William took his time to analise Adrianna's luscious body. From her tall breasts to her plump backside, the Dragon Queen was a being of sexual perfection. At least to William's eyes. No other woman was more desired in the whole of Europa. He looked over her, up and down, taking his time to stare at her features, hoping she would see what he had just meant.

 

[Sweet_Secrets]

Such a jealous child! His insults of Sir Richard annoyed her and it showed her distaste palpable now between the two stubborn Dragons. Sir Richard was boastful and rather rude to him, yes, but he should have respect for the dead. Though she killed her brothers for the throne, and rather messily too, she buried them at Abbey with the decorations of the Princes they were.

She wondered where on Earth he had gotten those qualities though. Certainly not from James, who would spoil the boy and shower him with affections when he was still living and not been plagued by the Sweating Sickness yet, but certainly not from her too. Was she such a jealous, nasty child when she was growing up? No wonders she went through nannies like her son here went through women.

“I am happy that you have the fertility of a rabbit and the apparent sex drive as one,” she said, her tone giving no signs of affections but with some traces of amusement, “but I do wish you chose your bed mates carefully. Or, at least, try to not get them pregnant so often like you did with that nun last time. That was a disaster that should have its own book. We had to build the Sisters of St. Ursula a dozen monasteries to keep that little incident a secret.”

He had a point, though. She shouldn’t be angry of his behavior as it indicated a taste of the cleft instead of the clover. Unlike some distant relatives of theirs, with the King that mated with anything that moved and with an Heir that was just odd in general. She would rather have a brazen man than a wuss of a male for an Heir. At least the boy’s rendezvous would lead to heirs and males, Jean Jacques would only lead to buggering and nothing more. She felt bad for that Austrian princess who was to marry him, seeing she had a long road ahead of her in doing her duties of securing an heir to the throne if Jean Jacques kept that up.

The message her son was trying so hard to imply as he stared so shamelessly at her body was given and Adrianna could not but feel disgusted by what he was implying.

"Seeing that you won't be blunt when I need you to be, another weakness of yours, I shall assume you wish for me to be the one that shall be bedded by you?" Adrianna ventured, her tone so flat and dry it would have made a barren desert look like it was springing with life. "Really, Dearest Son? Don't tell me you've been with the Ambassador of Spain again. The Royals there are quiet infamous for their... fondness for each other, after all."

Nevertheless, it looked like she was actually pondering this. This could actually work for her if this is what he wanted. It wouldn’t be the first time she used her body and sex to gain power and influence over others. Look at the Holy Emperor who all but falls all over himself if he even speaks of her these days. Her son was getting influence and was part of her Circle soon, giving him votes on important decisions. This could help her cause.

“If we did have these relations you seem so desperate to have with me,” she said, her face a thoughtful but cold expression, “will it undoubtedly stop you from bedding my Ladies-in-Waiting and any other women? And it will no doubt make you behave better if you have me in your bed?”

 

[LordLuck]

"That's called diplomacy, my good Queen, I am sure you must recognise the patterns of such speaking. Never offer blunty your demands..."

William had never thought that Adrianna would even come to consider such a forbidden relationship. It wouldn't be unusual, yes, for as she had craftly implied, the Spanish Royal Family was indeed known for their... inbreeding, some could say in respect. A shiver went down through his spine as he heard his mother's words.

"Or if you'd allow me in yours, my dear Mother."

He could barely hide his eagerness as he sat upright properly for the first time since he had been summoned into the Queen's Chambers. Grabbing at his chair's arms, he could feel his fingers growing pale as he pressured them against the fancy chair.

"Yes."

He said it. Or he had just played his last trumph, and he was doomed, or he had just scored the best of his petty intrigues. The Dragon Prince could barely believe that he had said it so. She was going to banish him to the Isle of Man, or way further into the forgotten lands of the Orient. Or was she really considering this blunt proposal?

"Yes, mother. I vow it. If you allow me to... lay with you, I swear to put down all of my sexual urges. No more stalking nor humping your Ladies-in-Waiting. No more trying to raise the noblewomen's skirts. I shall not bed any other woman than you, my Queen, for that I vow it."

The young Dragon started to devour his progenitor with his eyes, an eagerness almost unseen in him - far greater than any of his courting thrills could induce to his lustful figure. Prince William stood up, his many-folded garbs hiding - but not concealing his already partially aparent eagerness under his groin. He started to walk around his pensative mother, taking his time to analise her features, specially over her fine, well-sculpted ass.

If she got even angrier, that was probably the last time he would check on her lithe body.

 

[Sweet_Secrets]

Adrianna let her son watch her like she was piece of meat while he circled her like a vulture, observing her body with more lasciviousness than he ever did with his past dalliances. It gave her time to think, at least. To decide what she should do and beyond her initial steps and to ponder if she should actually do this or have her son banished to the Far Orient to keep him away until she could get a more suitable heir.

It’ll all be so stressful and so much more work then needed, though. If she said she was thinking of the prospects of marriage, she shall be bombarded with ambassadors and gifts and praises to get her and her lands. She would have to turn down suitors without causing a war, engage with the possible prospects that won’t cause her people to go into a war and find a way to still keep her power without going into a war.

Just too much work to gain a few children to secure her line.

Besides, he was her son. He was depraved and brash and certainly rude but he was still her family, the son she had worked and prayed and fucked so hard to get before James died. She was still fond of her child, she was. She just wished he had turned out a bit more differently. More balanced, less gluttonous but beyond that he was the Heir she had dreamed for.

To cast him out now just because he asked for her affections, albeit in the manners that should never be shown between to people of blood, was simply awful in both terms of familia honor and terms of his supporters becoming outrage on him being exiled. She’ll have to have sex with him. She can use this to her advantage, she knows it, but for now she needs him to have a reason to believe that she’ll actually do whatever he wants.

And that meant…

“Fine,” she said at last. She reached behind her dress and started to unlace the bodice of her dress to begin undressing. “If it makes you behave, if it keeps you in line – So bet it. We’ll have to start now so we can get you behaved for tonight’s masquerade ball. We have several ambassadors there along with their daughters and I do not want another reason to have a war with them. Please help me out of my dress, William; if you want me to be your whore right now.”

 

[LordLuck]

"Never my whore, Mother... My only and most cherished Lover."

He breathed in relief. The prospect of being exiled was not a kind one, and The Dragon Prince was sure of the political uprest that would certainly raise. That HE would certainly raise. Calling upon his Household, the generals and admirals that liked his presence, and the soldiers that his nobles could raise, he would probably be able to lift a whole third of England's armed forces to his side instead of his Mother's. However, the Queen had dismissed any wishes of rebellion from her child when she... consented.

Slowly, William approached Adrianna from behind, coming to lay both of his large hands by the side of her back, slowly pulling at her bodice laces, taking his time to deliberate unlacing them slowly, in a cerimonious nature he was never seen displaying before anyone. The younger Dragon had circled the older, and finally approached, as she allowed him to. He approached her even more, bringing his mouth to whisper at her ears, taking a long sniff of her perfumed black mane.

"You'll never be a whore to no one, my Queen. Not for the Spanish, nor for the Dutch, and certainly not for myself. I am lucky, for I am the one choosen to lay with the most gorgeous and most desired of all the women in the whole World!"

He took another deep sniff at his mother's luscious hair, it's well treated surface unseen in any previous monarch. Her pitch-black mane was something of dream - not even her Ladies-in-Waiting did had such ointed features. Slowly, he passed a hand through them letting it cascade through his palm.

"Are all the doors locked, and windows shut? Even your private entrances, Mother?"

The room was somewhat dark, the heavy, gold-enamelled curtains with their fine brochades stood fully flung, impeding almost any light from the outside afternoon. Yes, William did not ignore that the Queen's Chambers did harbour their own secret entrances, often used for her Spymaster, her Captains sent in foreigns territories, or her Lovers. As he was sure Sir Richard did.

 

[Sweet_Secrets]

"I'm sure you told all the ladies that when you were with them," Adrianna said but not in a heartless fashion but in an observant way that showed she was still thinking with her head here in this situation. Even as her nipples hardened and her sex wetted in reply to her son’s touches as he helped get the bodice off her.

Two years since Sir Richard died, two years since she hasn’t been with anyone else. Oh, she entertained herself when the restlessness became too much but it was never enough to stop the stirrings she felt for a long period of time. Nay, only the length of a man could ease her fires and she had only been with a man once.

Shivers ran up and down her spine but she wasn't sure if it was from disgust or arousal that her son was breathing in her scented hair. This is was odd, she had to admit. She was about to lay with her own son, to keep him in line and in control for the sake of the lands. It wasn’t the first time such thoughts entered her mind, to be honest. The Ambassador of Spain was a bawdy one and was related to the Spanish Family through blood relations so of course he would know.

“Trust me, Queen Drake,” he simpered to her one day when he was at her rooms to deliver a report in an attempt to sway her into marrying the King of Spain while he continued his (very public) affair with his married sister, “Being with one of blood is most excellent. Only intimates know your body and does blood know the body more intimate than anything else.”

Back then, after she had cursed him out, she didn’t believe that though she was rather curious to know if it was true. Looks like she’ll find out soon enough.

Hopefully, Adrianna thought as she slipped out of the dress to be now be displayed in her lighter, almost see-through underdress as she allowed her green dress pool around her feet. She pulled her hair away from him, tucking it to her shoulder and letting her laces of her underdress as she started to undo them by herself. My son will be bigger than my James and he will be more passionate than my Richard.

"Yes, William, they are all locked and closed. Especially the private and secret entrances," she said to him to help ease his worries. Her hands made good work with her laces, revealing the taut, smooth skin of her back and her ass as she slit in the back became bigger and bigger with each lace undone. "It’s almost evening so no one will bother us until the ball starts which isn’t hours away.”

The dress’ laces now undone, she let it drop to the floor and stood there now, completely naked. Her skin was pale with the hints of the faintest pink rose, flawless without any marks though she had many children before and she lived a stressful life. She was toned, muscled from exercise she insisted on having daily to keep in shape. Her breasts were still high and firm for a mother of seven children, rounded and ripe with the erotica and lushness people only dreamed. Her ass was plump and pleasant, round globes that just begged to be spanked or groped and abused in anyway. She stood perfectly still, waiting for her son’s reaction to her form before she did anything else.

 

[LordLuck]

"I'd be offended! Do not doubt my affections..."

Prince William started to undress even as the Queen had just cast her bodice away, taking off his heavy overcoat, the fur-drapped collar and most of his jewels away in a pile just beside himself. When he was just wearing his underpants, the Prince had finally stopped to stare down at his Mother's body.

She was a creature of legend, a pagan goddess in all of her feminine beauty, completely flawless even after the years piled up at her shoulders, even as the stress of power builded up against her arms. He was awestruck to see that his Mother was way more than what he had just spend jerking, restless nights imagining her lithe body, staying simply staring at her nakedness in shock. Even in her purest form, Adrianna still behaved like a creature of natural majesty, her moves ever so in the forms of her standing as a Queen. She did not blush, even when William started to close on her.

Finally, the young man slowly approached her backside, kindly yet firmly laying both hands at her butt, caressing her hips while slidding his hands upside down at her ass. His hips almost clouded his mind, his sexual urges taken perilously close to overdrive. Not a small part of his brain demanded that he pounced over Adrianna's back and into the floor, to ravage her body as he wished, fucking her like a savage animal in the prime of his fertility heat, pistoning into her folds as if his life depended on it, ready to cake her insides in his seed. It was a slightly trembling hand that first touched Adrianna's milky white skin, before being reassured by her soft warmness.

"I'll make plenty of use of the time we have, then, my Lover. I bet that we'd both will be needy a bath when I'm done."

However, it was not the time to be reckless. Instead, William backed away, his throbbing, raising erection aching under his undergarments, demanding his attention. He threw himself at the Queen's throne, sitting at Adrianna's Seat of Power with his legs spread, the massive bulge at his groin almost punching through the fabric. He smiled as the thought of sitting in his mother's throne as he had her in his arms was strangely arousing. Grinning back to Adrianna, William motioned his hand towards himself meaningfully, as if goading her closer.

"Come, Mother. Come closer to me. Let me delve in the pleasure of your touch... Kneel before me."

 

[Sweet_Secrets]

When she felt his hands on her naked body, caressing and touching her like they were familiar lovers, it took all of her strength and will power to not flinch and order him to get his hands off her frame since she was his Queen. She couldn’t ignore the fact that this was her son, her hormones be damned, even as her nipples hardened and her sex now wet from her desires. When he pulled back from her, she turned to face him while looking straight in his eyes to show she was not willing to fall prey to her feelings just yet.

A scowl formed on her ruby lips when she saw him lounge on her throne with such arrogance she wanted to wring his ear and tell him off for being so rude to her status of power when she reminded herself of what was going on. She technically did not have power in this situation. Physically, at least. She was at the mercy of her son, who apparently been lusting after her for some time. He was in control for now and it would be best to not annoy him during their first time with one another.

Though she raised a raven brow at him and his orders, she did not protest to the orders and she moved closer to him. Her breasts jiggling just a bit as she walked with her head still held high, she kneeled before him, between his legs, with elegance and bearing of a queen still. She looked at him in the eye all the while, only now deciding to lower her sharp, green gaze down to see what she’ll have to put in her…

By Gods! He was huge!

Her eyes widened noticeably, showing the whites of her eyes as she stared down at his bulge. Looks like William was blessed with more than looks. Larger than his father or Sir Richard ever was, she was certain. She felt her cunt shiver in anticipation in having something like that in her, pistoning in and out of her body with such strength and speed he no doubt had thanks to his youth. She felt another shiver run up her spine and it was pure lust and anticipation because of the mere bulge of her son’s cock. God knows how she’ll react if she saw it naked.

“I suppose you want me to give you oral fornication, no?” she said to him, purring her words for his sexual benefits as her hands run up and down his thighs. She liked to think her voice was her best feature, being able to sound so seductive even in mere whispers. Her fingers brushed ever so much against the bulge to tease him. “Do you prefer if I kept the rings on or not while I gave you a handjob? I would hate for my Dearest Son to be in any discomfort as I made love to him with my hands and mouth.”

It’s been a while since she played this type of game, especially with someone her junior, but she thought as she did well so far as she caressed his muscled legs and gave him a come-hither smile, her green eyes showing the lust she honestly felt in this situation but hiding the disgust that was there at the same time.

 

[LordLuck]

At first, William had been fearful that he might had blown it all by making his demand sound like an order, to have his Mother the Queen kneeling before him, servicing him, like Lady May had done. Like any other girl could have done if Prince William had made an effort for it. There was so much going through his mind that he tried to concentrate on her nakedness for once, obliviating his mind of anything beside Adrianna.

He gasped unaudibly when she slowly walked towards him, porting herself with a Queen's grace rather than a wench's manners. And for that, William admired her. The way that she seemed not to struggle to keep her regal attitute even as she stood naked before him, her large breasts wavy with her heavy breathing. And not unnoticed to him, William could both see and smell the still faint signs of her arousal. Was she really... looking forward to this?

He licked his lips meaningfully, fiercely staring back at her perilous green eyes. He had gone too far to back off now. Not that he wished to back off, but that it felt so uneartly that his heart raced at the perspective of having Adrianna sucking at his manhood.

"Please, Mother, there's no need for formality. It's just you and me now, just us lovers...", he lowered his own voice to make it sound like a growl of satisfaction. He loved the way his mother voiced her mind, her words ever so seductive that the Dragon Prince seriously considered that he might not endure her teasing. "...keep them on. I want to see you use your symbols of power where they belong, even if I've end up staining them with my seed."

He grinned at her, loving the prospect of watching his ejaculated fluids tainting both of the Queen's rings - the one that she had carved as she did with the country in her struggle to take the throne, the other the symbol of the love she shared with his father.

William revelled at her touch, her soft hands caressing his thighs with great care. He laid both hands at the throne's arms, his nails digging into the stuffing as the Prince tried not to unleash himself over his mother, fearful of brutalizing her form. Having her knelt between his legs was a dreamcoming true, after all.

He took his right hand to caress her shoulder, his nails running through her sensitive skin as his eyes almost pleaded for Adrianna to proceed.

 

[Sweet_Secrets]

"True, Dearest Son," Adrianna admitted in his reply in terms of her foramlity as she began to strip away his undergarments with ease. This was not being the first time she had done this for a man. Granted, it wasn't with her son but at the end of the day he was a Man. Easily exposed to the lustfulness that the world had to offer and also addicted to it as well.

"Perhaps sucking your endowed cock in my mouth shall help relax me," she said as her fingers stroked his throbbing length teasingly and, to his possible tortue, briefly. "No doubt it will help you relax. You must enjoy this sight, your own Mother pleasuring you with her mouth and tongue. I can only hope that I will be a good bedding for you as you've been with so many woman while I've been with only two men."

There was some relunctance on her part to keep her rings on, having a good (and quite accurate guess) as to why her son wanted to keep it on her as she pleasured him. The idea of her rings, along with the rest of herself, coated in his seed must be an arousing sight for him. She didn't want him to get too confident with his position in this since God knows what he'll request from her next. Still, a request was a request and she was quite good at fufilling those in bed. At least, that's what Sir Richard and James said as the two would bed her.

When she had rid of him of his final articles of clothing, she took the throbbing, naked erection into her soft, cool hands and began to stroke it thoughtfully with all her gentless and skills. She smiled at him, promising to do many things with that impish smile of hers, while staring at it with calculating intensity. He was huge, much to the surprise and admitted pleasure of the Queen. He was longer and thicker than her beloved and Sir Richard, thick as her wrist and no doubt a fertile man due to all those prengancies he had created during his horsing around.

"I hope you will find my skills well, my Dearest Son," she whispered to him, kissing his cockhead with both reverence and submissiveness that was still tainted with her confidence and assurance of her sexuality. "I will do anything to make you enjoy this time with your Mother."

Wasting no time after that little speech, Adrianna lowered her head in subservience and let her tongue flick up and down the crown of his length with both skills of a talented whore and the grace of the queen she was. Her tongue circled around the ahead before licking at it and it alone like it was a sweet to enjoy. She showered it with kisses as she sang and showered praises of its length, its width and its handsomeness all inbetween. The praises were genuine, as noted by how heated her voice was she spoke of how wonderfully fat and long it was and how she hoped to feel more of it soon in just beyond her mouth.

One of her hands, the ones that held her rings, stroked his length while the other gently massaged his balls for more arousal for him. She kept at this for several minutes, the kisses, the licks, and praising, when she was certain that he was stimulated enough for her next trick. Then she lowered her head and dragged her tongue down the entire length until she touched his balls with her heated mouth and wet tonuge, her breath ghosting over them every second. She licked and kissed his balls, giving much attention as she head to his head and length.

Then, using a skill she had learned from Sir Richard when he was still in the castle, she took his balls into her mouth, her waiting, wet, hot mouth and started to suck and lick on them as gently but eagerly as she could.

Her hands continued to lavish attention on his throbbing length as she worked like an eager whore, moaning and thrusted her hips like one all the while for his viewing pleasure. Her breasts moved back and forth, swaying like someone was taking her from behind due to her liveliness and eagerness to give her son a good show. She stopped after a few minutes of this treatement, smiling at him as she licked his length up and down again.

"How does my Dearest Son enjoy his Mother's sucking?" she asked, her voice low and simply so needy like she was some common village slut to any ears.

 

[LordLuck]

"The B-Best anyone... ever gave me..."

Taking a deep breath to relax his tensed back, William could not help but grin. He had the most gorgeous, most desired, most powerful woman in all of Europe - if not of the world, servicing his lenghts with her years-toned skills and bedchamber talents. However, he saw the pattern. He every move had been cautiously calculled before she did engage in the act.

Somehow, even after all the women he had been with, all the virgins he had forced himself upon, claimed and paid their parents for the damage of a lifetime, for all the skilled wenches and whores he had humped, for all the Ladies-in-Waiting he had managed to lift the skirts, nobody felt better than Adrianna. Nobody felt better at it than the Queen. Should it be different, after all? Could it?

He couldn't help but compare Adrianna's teaseful display as she licked his balls to Katherine's submissive nature. Even though it had been hard to convince her, once she was, Lady May was easy to convince to work around his lenght, to deep-throat him in some kind of eagerness that he loved. So different than Adrianna, whose velvety, warm tongue rubbed against his sensitive skin, her purred words congratulating him of what nature - or better, herself - had provided him with.

"I doubt you have only been with two men, my bel-loved Mother...", he said in a gasp as she jerked him strongly once before taking her hand out of his lenght, "... you are the best... to ever handle me."

Staring down at her devious eyes, his own were filled with desire and promise. The delights he would have the Queen lead him through! In all of his sexual life, William had done many things, for every experience had added a different move of way to behave. This one would be no different. He never took his right hand away from her shoulder, taking it to caress her as she did get closer and closer by the time being, using it to wave around her soft skin, to her hair. When she lowered her head to suck at his balls, William took both hands to caress at his Mother's hair, her luscious black mane, using both hands to grab at her head kindly as she worked over him.

But what had really surprised him was Adrianna's eagerness to please him. Or was it to have himself pleasing her? She was in her finest form for sexual activity, and yet she had always acted so regal that she had neglected her urges and needs through the years. Sir Richard had been a wash-out, and now William was sure he would be the next one. He trembled at her touch, doubting he would last too long - but also confident that he would still have himself into her this very day.

"M-Mother...", he gasped as he felt her teeth waving around his sensitive flesh, "I beg y-you... take me in. In.", both hands trying to lift her head so Adrianna could dive into his generous lenght.

 

[Sweet_Secrets]

Just as he begged her to just take his entire length into her throat, Adrianna pulled back at the last moment while a devious smiled played at her lips. “So eager to have me act like a common whore, Dearest Son?” she purred as she kept her hands caressing and loving him but refused to use her mouth to do so. “I feel rather offended, to be honest. Perhaps I should stop until you learn how to request favors from me with more respect.”

Her words were meant in a joking away and he could have told by the glint in her bright eyes, the way her smile curved as she just gave him a hand job. She pointedly used her hand that held the rings, letting him feel the cool metal of them against his warm, heated flesh. Reminding him who she was and how he had her doing this for him and what other things he could possibly do to her now she was at his sexual mercy, his strength when thanks to his cock being able to pierce her cunt and use her like she was designed to be used by God.

It was another way to remind him that she was still Queen, which meant she had powers over him still but, for now, she was more than happy to be his bed mate until they had to prepare for the ball. After letting him wither in agony of being denied her talented mouth, she lowered her head and wrapped her lips around his throbbing length and resumed her sucking and licking just to ease any frustrations he head, completed with loud, lusty moans from her.

“If that is what my William wants,” Adrianna replied as she pulled away again and lifted her large, generous breasts to wrap around his throbbing cock. Letting him feel the soft, lush flesh he had been searching for during his escapades with other women. “It is what he shall have and more.”

She began to pump his cock with the abundant flesh of her bosom as she easily took his length in her mouth and began to suck him like a tavern whore. Her tongue ran up and down his length as she began to deepthroat him like it was an everyday task for her to do. She felt her cunt twitch and quiver at her actions, in the taste of her son’s cock meat in her mouth and felt her juices running down her legs as she took him deeper and deeper into his mouth until she felt his cock head press against the back of her throat and cause her to gag if she tried to take more of him in her waiting mouth.

Her eyes widened at this point. She had miscalculated on his length. He was longer than she had thought. Her cunt was eager again and she actually imagined herself being fucked with her son's cock, sitting on his lap while she moved up and down on that massive pole. She shivered, desire running up and down her spine.

She stopped there when she did, letting his cock become sheathed in her warm, tight mouth and throat. She began to suck again, slowly moving her head up and down for his pleasure. She felt herself gag a few times, it has been a while since she had done this, but so far she thought she did a good job. Her hands kept a firm grip on her luscious tits, making sure she kept pumping her son’s cock again and again for his stimulation. The flesh of her breasts surrounding the

 

[LordLuck]

She was awesome. So more experient than William in this tease and seduce game, Adrianna was winning. The Prince surely thought at first that he had control over the situation, but as his Mother kept controlling his urges with her teaseful, malicious grins and her glittering eyes, the young Dragon started to noticed that she was actually controlling him all the while as she sucked him.

The thought of finally being under her direct control - the first time since his long years of childhood, William felt himself both enraged and humbled by her both subservient and demanding nature. He surely hoped he could learn the lesson she tried to teach him here, taking his lenght as far as she could into her mouth.

He could feel his balls tickling as Adrianna excited his most sensitive areas, using her mouth to bring him inot the brink of an explosion... but withdrawing just before he had the chance. The longing was making him mad, his hips trashing as he tried to keep his waving motions in check. He loved the touch of her soft breasts against his vein-filled member.

"I never... never meant to lack with proper respect, Mother..."

However, William finally found it was the time to show her who was in charge of this situation - who was fucking who, after all! Taking the Queen's head by her hair with both his hands, the Prince started to force her down into his lenght. She eagerly adjusted herself, knowing of the limits of her throat as she had just had him probing into her.

But he did not stop, this time. Forcing his Mother's head into his groin, William held her tightly against himself, making his erection rub against the back of her throat, until it bended down painfully, heading into her esophagus. Forcing her nose to lay amongst his pubic hairs, William knew that she might puke as he forced her down into him. The feeling was just wonderful, to have his Mother as submitted to his desires as this.

Slowly, he allowed her gagging to stop, taking her head from his girth.

"T-Tell me, dear Mother... who's your only lover?"

 

[Sweet_Secrets]

Adrianna let a moment of weakness come when he forced her down on all of his cock, making her let go of her breasts and unsheathe his throbbing member with her copious amount of tit flesh. She actually cried out, making his cock twitch in the pleasure of the vibrations of his endowed manhood while the eager Dragon Prince was burying the dignified Queen’s nose to his pubic hairs as he rammed himself all the way into her throat. She struggled in a moment of panic, gagging and choking loudly in surprise as she struggled fiercely to regain her posture and calmness at this sudden event.

She actually looked at her son pleadingly, begging him to be gentle with her as her throat convulsed enticingly around his engorged cock. She struggled for breath, making her breasts and arse heave with her intensity to gain precious breaths. She tried to talk over his cock, her cheeks stuffed with his meat, for him to relent. But he kept her head as where it was, even as tears welled in her humbled green eyes and streaked down her cheeks.

This never happened to her before! She was the Queen, damnations. No one ever treated her like this. Never! She was treated with respect, even in her bed, by her lovers. No one has ever touched or used her like this before … Perhaps that it why her cunt flowed with her juices as it was now? Was that why her honey, once so little when she lay with Sir Richard and her James, was now running between her legs with such eagerness as she was demeaned like this? Was that why her sex twitched and quivered in a way she never felt before?

When he pulled out from her struggling mouth at last, the humiliation for her and the pleasure for them both did not end there. There were gobbets and large wasds of her spit that now landed heavily on her flushed face and waving chest, even in her beautiful dark hair that she so vainly kept in perfection. There were thin strings of her saliva linked his saliva coated cock to her panting, wide mouth. Her hair was dishevelled, as she breathes shakily while her generous, full breasts trembled with both wariness and desire of what had just happened. Tears of black, thanks to her black eye paint, ran down her flawless skin due to the surprise and lack of breath. She looked like a whore at this point, a regal, horny whore and that was precisely how she felt at that moment.

With trembling fingers, she brought down her hands in between her legs and let the juices coat them. Making sure her rings would be stained by her juices, she pulled back to show her son. The coated, proud rings were glistening in the low lights of her rooms to show how aroused she was. “You are, my Dearest Son,” Adrianna managed to say. She started to suck on them, tasting herself for once, as she looked at him with darkening eyes. “See how you make your own Mother, the one who birthed you, so wet with desires? See how eager she is to have you in her body, caking her insides with your fertile seeds?”

Lowering her head as she caressed his erection again, she prostrated herself to him to appease her son. She rubbed the cock against her soft cheek, letting more saliva coat her face. She had to show she was willing to be his submissive in bed, to be willing to do what his cock wanted from her.

He was just as cruel as her, she had to remember that. But he had more experience with many women and had no doubt honed his skills of manipulation. He was also stronger than her, more than she shall ever be, and could no doubt just take from her if he wanted to should she refuse to bend to his wishes. It wouldn’t be wise to anger him in this environment. He was lusty as a breeding horse and it would be foolish to try and stop him from taking what he wanted. She'll need to play this more carefully now if she were to keep a control in this that was both significant but invisible in her son's eyes.

“Forgive… Forgive me for my disobedience Dearest Son,” Adrianna managed to say in between her heaving breaths, her face flushed a lovely red. She started to put him back into her mouth, past her trembling, red lips to satisfy him against as her tongue flicked again and again at the tip of his cockhead, tasting the precum that was freely flowing from her son. She drank the precum without spilling a drop, as if it was the greatest thing she had ever tasted. Her moans and whimpers may indicated this as truth and not falsehood as well.

“I didn’t mean to tease you like that," she said, her mouth full of his throbbing meat once again. Her lips an alluring red 'O', wrapped around his head as she bobbed up and down for his pleasure. "Do forgive your foolish Lover, Sweet Child. Oh, please, use me! I need… I need you in me. You’re the biggest I’ve ever seen and the most magnificent I’ve ever tasted.”

 

[LordLuck]

"What kind of a son would... would I be if I did not forgave you, beloved Mother?"

He said, his features filled with glee as he stared down into Adrianna's face, her cheeks and chin filled with her own drooly saliva, her eyes tearful, the black paint flowing down like if she was a heavily-painted whore after an entire day of sucking cocks. As the one in Durham, when William remebered, that he and his four most intimate friends had paid to suck them all at once, the patterns of ink the same in the Queen's face and in that brothel's 'Madam'.

But Adrianna was his and his alone. He would never allow her to share herself with anyone else than himself. No other marriages, no other lovers. She was his Mother, his Lover, his Queen and none elses.

He was watering precum in a quantity he had never seem he do before. Adrianna was taking it eagerly into her mouth, tasting it like some delicatessen from far away lands, an expensive treat to her tongue. But the bitch had meant to tease him, yes. He would not fall for that. He hoped.

"You are pardoned, Mother. Just remember you are servicing me, for the time being.", he smiled, taking his hands to caress at her messy hair with great care, kindly caressing her ears as she took him in again. He held her kindly, but surely, bringing his drooled erection outside of her mouth, leaving it to hang just by her chin, allowing her to smell his maleness.

"I love you so much, my Queen. I fully intend to penetrate your inner depths, have no doubt, but await for it soon enough. Now... make me ejaculate. Have me blanket your features with my hot seed.", he said in a satisfied purr of his own.

Using his harness, the Prince used it to spread both his precum and Adrianna's saliva all across her face, her cheeks glistening as he used his malehood to rub at the Queen's features; wickedly using it to slap it across her face degradingly, avoiding her 'O' shaped mouth as she tried to get him in, her fluids dripping into her generous, luscious breasts. Slowly, William allowed her to suck into his lenght, but used his hands to guide her head around his lenght, using it to dig into her cheeks, watching it's form bulging as he used his member to wave it into his Mother's heavenly mouth.

"You are my own regal whore, aren't you, Mother?", he laughted, "Tell me how much do you love to suck my cock.", using such low vulgarities told Adrianna of how degraded yet aroused her child was making her.

 

[Sweet_Secrets]

“I love to suck your cock,” she said, willing to let herself be degraded if it kept him satisfied. It angered her pride and her dignity, to be honest, but she was willing to swallow that (and much more) if it kept her son eager for her admittedly twitching, eager cunt. The very thought of his cock ramming into her, as she was bent over the table or even the throne made her geninuely eager to have him fuck her like she was a breeding mare and he was a stallion stud.

“I am your regal whore, your Queen Slut. I shall do whatever it takes to please you, Dearest Son,” she said, smiling at him. Her lovely lips a blurry, whorish red now that his cum and her spit smeared all over it during the earlier face fucking. “If you wish to slap or rub your cock into my features, feel free to do so. I am your submissive in bed, my cunt, my tits, my ass – My body is your toy to play as you see fit.”

Her cheeks and face was simply coated with her saliva, tears, eye paint and her son’s precum. Her face was flushed as one might notice on her pale skin and her body twitched and shivered whenever she felt her cunt leak out more of her juices from the excitement of it all.

She talked with the dignity of the Queen but certainly did not look like it as she kneeled before him while he sat on her Throne, rubbing her beautiful face all over his cock like she was some bitch in heat. Yes, the Queen was quite willing to do things if it helped further her agenda. And if it meant she had to do this, she was willing to do so and do it with a smile. She could smell him on her skin as she sucked him again, letting him in carefully in her mouth after that degrading session of him slapping her face and coating her usually majestic features.

It was becoming too much for the Queen while she took him in her mouth, expertly deep throating him like the bitch she truly was. This whorish behavior she had to show, it was something she rarely did and, thus, her body responded to it well as the minutes passed. Her cunt twitched and quivered more and more, until she had to kneel more and grind herself across the carpeted ground to rid of that horrid sensation she felt. It wasn’t enough though. She needed a cock! Her son’s cock! She needed him to stab her again and again, take her like the women she was and coat her inside and out with his seed.

Wrapping her tits once again on his bountiful cock, she gorged herself on his meat, moaning and panting like a slut. Her hands continued to pleasure and caress his balls, letting him feel the rings that were the symbol of her power and strength. Letting him know that she was his now, that he could do whatever he wanted with her body for he was the Stronger Male and she was the Weaker Female and their positions were already decided by the Lord.

“Cum on my face, Dearest Son,” she said, begging, losing her legendary control to her lusts, as sticky drool ran down her lips, precum as well, while it splattered across her large, heaving tit flesh that she was using to massage her son’s erection. Her words were punctuated with moans and gasps now and then while she rubbed her cunt against the ground to relieve some of the tension that has built in there. “Cum on your own Mother, the one who birthed you, the one whose tits you sucked on for nourishment! Mark me with your seed; let the eyes of the Lord see that I am now your Royal Whore. Please, Dearest Son, please. Please!”

One cheek of hers bulged in an obscenely manner from having the cock stuffed in there so she could talk, while black tears ran down her face from the pleasure. Her face was red, her body trembling for the feel of her son’s hot seed on her flesh.

 

[LordLuck]

It was too much. Even for William, a man that had shared many a woman's alcove in his search to quench his savage lust, to hear his Mother pleading him to deliver her his seed while she still had his erect, young phallus into her mouth was too much. Her whorish words were so discrepant with a Queen's grace and majesty that she used to display before all, and now he and he alone knew that Adrianna, the Dragon Queen, was little more than a bitch in heat. Lady May had pleaded him to seed her mouth, but rather in fear that someone could discover them performing the act than the simple, primal lust that drove Adrianna to forget it all, begging for the Prince to seed her mouth.

And so he did.

"M-Mother..."

At first, William forced his throbbing, pulsating member into Adrianna's mouth once again, taking it in inch for inch, until it laid half-way into her mouth, her velvety tongue never ceasing to work wonders around his sensitive veins, his hips trashing wildly as he could barely restrain their instinctive movements, trying to pierce into Adrianna's flesh. He felt the urge to force her down into his prick again, but it was not needed after all. The constant massaging motion his Mother delivered at his balls had prevented him from sensing their ticklish feel, his prostate tensing so to prepare for his imminent explosion.

And he exploded into Adrianna's mouth. His ejaculation caught her almost off-guard, while William delivered her both a long groan of delight and a powerful jolt of his seed, it's pressure sliding itself almost directly into her throat. He pulled himself out, using his hands enlaced into the Queen's hair in order to wave her head away. Groaning, he delivered many more jolts, coming through his lenght, splashing violently against her cheeks, her lips, her nostrils... an errant jolt right into her left eye.

Spraying his semen around her bust, another last load coming to land at her heavy breasts. He had blanketed her face and bust in his seed, a baptism that marked his Mother as his sole concubine, his lover and consort, his whore and bitch, a fuck toy to deliver his cum and the Queen to his Kingdom.

"You are now mine, Mother. Mine. My slut. My love. My Queen.", he said between pants, caressing Adrianna's head by her hair, using his hands to caress his cherished mother, admiring her covered in his semen, her drool, and both's sweat. "You have no more to fear from me. I shall... be your trusted consort... your obedient son."

He took some time to breathe after finally sending his last jolt into his Mother's bust. A smile of delicious satisfaction stood now at William's features. He could die a happy, complete man now, he thought, for the most unlikely of his desires had happened him. He suddenly felt the urge to have his Mother marrying him, both ruling not as son and mother, but as husband and wife, the most powerful nation of the world.

"Breathe, Mother, for I'm not done with you.... yet.", he said. He had noticed her streaming liquids flowing down her legs even before she had touched herself in order to show him her arousal, and he saw how she grinded herself against the thick, fine rugs before the throne. Her throne? His throne. "Take it", he handled her a fine, silken piece of fabric from his clothes, "Clean yourself, and bend over. On your fours, my Queen."

 

[Sweet_Secrets]

Swallowing like an expert whore, she took the cum which had exploded from her son’s beautiful length into her mouth with ease. Though it would be a lie to say that she was prepared for it as one could never tell when someone was to go over their limitations. The dignified Queen of England, so regal and bitchy in her air of seduction and seclusion, would have been an erotic delight to all to those who both loved and hated her as she gagged loudly and erotically when the cum shot down her throat without ceremony, giving her precious little time to swallow before her son whipped his fat member out of her mouth and unloaded all over her surprised face.

Adrianna would never understand the appeal of cumming on one’s face. Sir Richard and James seem to take glee in coating her face with their seed but it seemed like William was all buy dying in sheer bliss as he covered her face with his fertile seed. Maybe she would have appreciated more if one of the spurts didn’t hit her eyes. She winced but did nothing to stop this degrading act. In fact, she was encouraging him to continue this. If it made her son happy and made him feel like he should something equal in return, she’ll be willing to face this indignation with a royal bearing. It helped the taste of his cum was delicious unlike her last two lovers as well.

The spurts from his cock were heavy, hitting her skin with a loud, satisfying sound when it landed on her trembling, withering frame. His cum was a beautiful white that looked appealing against her flushed, whorish looking face and busty chest. It got stuck in her hair, catching in various strands to the point it looked like small, sticky pearls or thin, lace ribbons had been weaved into her hair. Large, fat and tiny drops of his hot cum shone on her elegant, long neck like the finest pearl necklace for the best whore in England. At this point, she pretty much was after being bathed by her son’s cock juices.

“I do hope you’ll be doing something equally as erotic as this for me, my Dearest Son,” she replied as she took the piece of silk and used it to clean herself after his little baptism. She smirked at him, her lips still a blurry, slutty red but it still showed her born arrogance. “For it would be a pity that I do these sort of things and things alone. I have such lovely plans that we could do in public without the others knowing what we are actually doing…”

Letting those plans settle in her mind, for those were her most erotic desires and her son did say he will be her trusted consort, she got ready for the actual fucking they were going to have. Doing as he ordered, she finished cleaning herself and then proceeded to go on her hands and knees… After she turned around so her plump, tight arse would face his. Her ass, pale and flushed like the rest of her, glistened with his cum that she couldn’t reach or didn’t bother to wipe off. The light from her candles, her only light in her rooms, shone off the cum on a lovely, tinted way.

Adrianna then slowly reached in between her legs, clutch the cloth that she still held in her hand.

“Do watch,” she purred to her son, wiggling her ass enticingly as she spread her legs wide enough for her cunt to be revealed to him. Her sex lips were parted, her cunt shaved to a lovely nakedness out of personal hygiene though it did excite Sir Richard and James when they used to see her in her barebuck form.

Closing her eyes, she bucked her hips and the cloth of precious, expensive silk was the shoved into the cunt of the dignified, proud Queen, his cum that been mopped up with it now being inserted into her excited, mature, waton body. She moaned as she stuffed it in her cunt, letting it get soaked in her juices in exchange for her son’s fertile cum. She bucked her hips, her ass and tits jiggling while she did so, as she tugged on the silk to let it come out halfway through before she stuffed it back in like it was an improvised toy. She did this several times, moaning and crying out like she was being fucked. This was no doubt and attempt in getting her son’s arousal wetted for what could possibly happen if he fucked his mother. After all, if she was this much of a slut over a piece of silk than only one could imagine who she shall be for the actual cock.

Finally, she pulled out the silk and let it drop with a wet, sticky thud to the ground. Her cunt now opened like an exotic flower, the insides of her sex a lovely pink as if she was a virgin and never been used by other men before. “Well, son?” she panted, smiling at him in a challenging fashion, “Will you not use your breeding mare of a mother on that stallion cock of yours?”