Enter the Dragon's Lair.

[LordLuck]

William reclined on the cum-smeared throne as he took his hands to his large, limping member, filthy of both his own seed and his mother's drool. Not giving the least of attention to his state, he already started to stroke himself up again, watching Adrianna cleaning herself of both fluids from her bust in order to ready herself to another part of their performance of love.

She had completely submitted herself. Somehow, William had hoped to see the Queen outraged at the degradating display of her features as he blanketed her entire bust in his juvenile, hot seed. He imagined how many times did she had allowed one of her lovers to do it to her. Did his father done it in the same place they were doing it todat? Had Sir Richard, that bastard, forced his mother to her knees as well? The Queen's bearing did not flinched for a moment, even as he caked her features in his semen.

Hearing her talking about doing it in public got the Prince suddenly so very aroused, his seed and her saliva both sticking to his hand as he kept stroking himself to hardness, somewhat oblivious. How? Could they? He'd love to have his girth and lenght being cared by his Mother publically, the very thought bringing him halfway up in seconds.

"Yes I will, my lover. Just wait for it, and I shall straddle you, my lovely, naughty Queen."

He stood up before kneeling at his Mother's back. After quietly witnessing her display of nastyness, how she used his fabric to stimulate her soaking womanhood was completely breathtaking. He had never guessed his own mother could be this slutty to anyone, lest himself. Specially himself. No whore in no brothel he had even been to had acted so needy.

Taking his slicky hand, filled his his seed and her saliva, William started to touch his Mother. At first, he had simply touched her womanhood with his palm, but quickly he was listening to her trashing moans, her hips waving as he took to deliver his seed manually into her. Of course that he intended to do it the traditional way as well, but to see his Mother longing for his touch at her dripping sex was not only arousing - it was the definitive proof that she was his. She longed for his touch, and only his.

Laying both hands at Adrianna's ass, feeling her soft, shivering warm skin as the most perfect and caretaken butt he had even laid his lustful hand upon. He lowered his head to kiss her buttocks, licking across their glistening surface wickedly, avoiding his own semen stains for the time being. Sliding his hands upwards on to the Queen's back, the Dragon Prince prepared himself to finally mate Adrianna. Using his erected cock to slide at her buttcrack, he rubbed himself against her, making her longing only grow at the teasing display.

"Do you want me inside you, Mother? Do you want to be impregnated by your son's strong, virile seed? Then tell me. Tell me of your wicked plans. Tell me on how we shall conceal our constant lovemaking on this night's ball."

 

[Sweet_Secrets]

“O Naughty William,” she purred when she felt his tongue bath her ass with his sticky saliva, further marking her as his. She pursed and bucked again, her buttocks and tits jiggling and swaying like she was being actually taken. “You are most a precious, devious man. Licking your Mother’s own arse? What depravity you have learned from the other women. I only hope that my inner Whore shall trump those other harlots.”

The proud Queen moaned out like a whore as her child rubbed his cock between her ass’ cheeks, the fat, handsome length that was simply magnificent in the Queen’s eyes. She hadn’t been fucked in two years, aided only be her hands, so to be rode like a bitch by a cock like her son’s would be a welcoming experience. His touch against her soaping cunt was lovely, it had caused her to all but drench that hand of his, but it paled in the lightest white when she felt him press up against her as she lay on all fours.

She felt not like a Queen at that moment but a bitch, a whore ready to be fucked for a few pences before she was to be tossed away for the next hole. She wasn’t that though. She was the Dragon Queen, the deadly, seductive force that had driven out Spain’s Armada when it attempted to conquer her lands. She still had power… Long as she remembered that she needed to think more than with her cunt. It proved to be difficult though, since it has been a while since she had done this and her arousal was getting the best of her.

“I do, my Beloved Son, I do,” she whimpered, lowering herself and sticking her arse and cunt up in the air some more, her legs splayed out to give him a better sight of her beautiful, pink cunt. She looked at him, faking a convincing display of submission and shyness as her face flushed to a delectable, pink whorish hue and she started to drool onto the rugs for realism. “I need you in me. That cock of yours shall have the juices that can quench my fires. I need you to ride me like I was a horse, an animal! Please, oh please…”

When he blackmailed her, Adrianna felt annoyed but decided to humor her son. He had the cock after all, the power to just fuck her and use her if he felt like it. She was so close to having him, a real Man, in her as well. She shouldn’t ruin this moment with her pride.

“The theme for the masquerade is The Evening Night,” Adrianna said in between her lusty pants, shivering in desire as her son rubbed himself against her. She bucked her hips backwards in response; he was now all but humping her buttocks with that meaty cock of his. The loud, fleshy, wet thuds could be heard echoing around the room. Giving the sound of the depravity the two Dragons were committing more life than It should be granted. “The Ballroom shall be engulfed in darkness, no light allowed in the room or the person shall be taken out of the masquerade and be banned from the rest of the year’s parties.”

She continued, after drawling out a loud, needy whimper. “When the waltz is happening, the time the music is played the loudest, we can fuck each other at that time. Imagine it, my Dearest Son: Me, pressed up against a wall or a curtained window, or bent over a table or chair. My skirts risen up as you take me like the Royal Slut I am, your cock pounding into my form as my feverish cries are drowned out by the music. My tits hanging out from my dress as you paw me, own me, fuck me until I can no longer stand and your fertile cum runs between my shaking, unsteady legs after it is all over? Is that not a risky plan? A foolish yet arousing plan?”

 

[LordLuck]

"Indeed. Daring. You nasty slut...", he whispered as he lowered himself over Adrianna's back, revelling as he touched all over her spotless back, kissing at her milky white skin more lustfully than every kiss he had shared with her as of yet. Lowering his chin to kiss at the back of the Queen's neck, he started to imagine. Like a tomcat who bites the female in order to have her pointing her ass upwards.

But he did not need to, as the Dragon Queen had already completely submissed herserlf into his capricious wishes. Perhaps it was her years without a man speaking - maybe it was her lack of sexual satisfaction. What William knew it that he loved how she described her ideas. He would so enjoy being his Mother's consort.

"By the ballroom's fireplace, Mother, there's a thick curtain. It was used as a place to peek at your Ladies' asses by my gentlemen. I can order it to myself, to remain alone for enough time... time... so we can love each other."

"But don't you think it will be over by them. Later on tonight, you shall unlock your personal chambers' secret entrance. It shall finally be used, after all these years... I'll come by your side, and we'll get toghether once more. Are we clear and agreeded?"

Rubbing his lithe chest against his mother's back, William slided his hands down into her bust, grabbing at her luscious, heavy breasts with a savage lust, groping her fiercely as he positioned himself against her backside, sliding his stiffened member against her labia slowly, both teasing and tasting her lower lips by the first time, more than eager to fuck the most powerful woman in the world.

And it was not without merit. After all, Prince William was his Mother's Son. Her ascending general. The victorious over the recent Welsh uprests. The one that even earlier this day had heard of another rumour about that damned Orange and the Dutch Confederacy was threatening to expand towards the Baltic and the North Sea again, ready to lauch another year of raids against the British Sea Lanes. It was more than just for him to lay with her. Was he not the imminent King?

With that final thought in mind, he did it. He consumed the most devious act he had ever managed to consider doing. William positioned himself carefully, slidding his entire girth into his mother's soaking womanhood in a full motion of his hips, hilting himself entirely into her, feeling her depths clenching around his girth greedily.

 

[Sweet_Secrets]

When he explained a location where they could do their debauchery at the masquerade, she could not help but chuckle and shake her head. So that’s where her Ladies would disappear during the balls and came back all flushed and happy looking. She would need a strong talk with them about this quite soon but for now…

“I cannot believe your Gentlemen’s’ naughtiness with my Ladies shall aid our depravity,” Queen Adrianna said, laughing but it was cut short by her intense, obvious shivering as she felt his heated kisses crawl up her back until he touched her neck. She arched her back and tilted her head back, giving her son more of her neck to bite or kiss or lick as he pleased. “Though, nevertheless, I do agree with that. It shall be fun to be fucking one another there while the others believe we are somewhere acting dignified. Well, I’m acting dignified. They’ll no doubt think you shall be banging some harlot.”

She had thoughtful pause and added, “Though, that wouldn’t be an utter lie. You are banging a harlot.” She kissed his neck, her tongue running up and down the smooth skin of his neck. “Though she is your mother and your Queen after all… I’ll look forward to having you in my cunt once again, Dearest Son. You are no doubt a Man and I cannot let the chance of you caking me with your fertile seed pass.”

His cock slid into her now, just like that, and she enjoyed it very much. His length entered her in a way that she did not know was even possible and his girth spread her insides in a most welcoming way for the Queen. Parting her legs even more. Her son was not like her past two lovers, both rather shy at first when it came to fucking her. She would like her son’s impulsiveness in the bed and he was certainly not disproving her right now. The Queen arched her back, hissing her approval as she felt her cunt wrap around his length with gusto.

“Hmm… Yes, fuck Mummy good,” she panted, bucking her hips as she tried to get more of him stuffed into her pussy. She enjoyed his degrading molestation of her breasts, enjoying the heat of his hands against those heavy, busty tits. “Ride Mummy’s pussy like she’s a horse! The Queen needs to be used as the Bible says and you must own this bitch in heat. Honor your role as a Man, fuck this Royal Slut with all your might.”

Reaching in between her legs, she stroked the part of his cock that wasn’t fully enveloped in her form. The one that was still untouched because of her spread, quivering cunt lips. She caressed it, stroked it, even pinching it to entice her son to fuck her more. She panted loudly, moaning in excitement as she felt her cunt become even wetter than she ever could have thought. Her legs became drenched with her juices, staining the carpeted floors of her private rooms.

“Is this not perverse, my son? Stroking you while you claim your mother’s own womb as your own?” She smiled, her red, fuck me lips in a tantalizing smile. “Oh, my Dearest Son, I do wonder where you started to have these fantasies of me. Surely when your father was still alive, no? Perhaps when I was being courted still by the other Kings and Princes?”

 

[LordLuck]

At first he had been kneeling behind her, but as the sensual atmosphere increased as his Mother's pheromones spread out, her dripping womanhood begging for him to please and take her, her long abstinence getting the better of her Royal figure, William turned out to crouch behind Adrianna when he took the courage to penetrate her.

She was heavenly. He had never felt such an eager cunt to delve into - and he had been to many willing to satisiy him, willing to take onto his seed and bear him progeny. Like that whorish nun who now bore him a bastard in some forgotten county by Cornwall's borders, a woman whose name he could not forget, whose lust had her lifting her habits and allowing him to ease himself into her. During the long way home after quenching the latest Welsh rebellion, William had taken his time to visit her again... delving in delicious humping at her behind.

"It was... after...", he moaned as he penetrated her once more, fiercely, spreading her lips roughly aside with his massive lenght, hilting it deep into her bowels. "...durign the... the... Danish King's proposal... I've ever loved you, Mother, but then... while I've fucked his aunt... I've started to-to think of you..."

The Danish King, Adolphus Griswald, was not too older than the Dragon Prince, at the time. Broader, the young, gruff man had sailed to the Thames in order to get in the line with other potentates to court Adrianna, in another attempt to expand his lands and mate the Dragon Queen. He had come with his preceptress, a noble woman whose light blonde hair was almost white. After some almost innocent flirting, she had lead him into seeding her womb with gusto. Lady Hildegard was one of the only woman that had happened to hunt for William, instead of him hunting them.

"And in no ways perverse.", he smiled as he drove his entire erection into her again, "... I'm going to seed you, Mother. Every night. Every day. You are my personal wench, aren you not?"

Taking both hands to grab at Adrianna's shoulders, the Dragon started to ram himself into her behind, roughly driving his prick into her womanhood with ease and violence, trashing at her intimacy with a lustful grin. Using her to push against him, he picked up a quicker pace, sending jolts of delight through his entire body.

"Ahhh.... fucking bitch...", he whispered at her shoulder, as she kept clenching her insides against him, the pleasure almost too much to bear. William knew that he loved her far more than anyone. Than even his father.

 

[Sweet_Secrets]

"The Danish King? Awww..." Adrianna looked at her son and smiled when she heard after how he had fucked the aunt he was thinking of her. It didn't surprise her as that woman was the polar opposite of what Adrianna was and like. Perhaps that was the real reaosn why he had chosen to fill her with his seed and use her like the bedmate she truly was back then? Perhaps. "I remember him now. Quite an odd one but a nice man. He had a tongue on him, you know."

The mother remembered that King with fondness. Mostly because he would corner her into an empty hallway during the days of his stay at England and suckled at her breasts with her allowance. That one had an odd fascination with her full tits, she had to admit, and only allowed him to do those things because of the money she had gotten out of in return. He didn't get her hand but he got a replica of her heavenly tits with a bust he had molded from her with her allowance.

Not that she cared for those days. The only type of fucking she cared now was from her son, who was marvelous at the moment. Every thrust sent a chill down her spine, a cry from her lips and a twitch down to her quivering, happy cunt as it was used for its' real purpose. She pulled her head back, her long, beautiful hair streaming down to her back, off her shoulders, breathing out gasps of delight as he fucked her like the whore she truly was under that bitchy attitude of hers. Her skin was flushed a lovely rose, streaking and dotted with her sweat and her son's cum and sweat.

The Dragon Queen moaned like a whore as she was taken from behind, as she was ravaged with such passion and intensity from someone she had given birth to. The perversity of the situation was not lost on her and only added to the appeal of this to the excited Queen. It had been such a long time since a true challenge came to her! To try and control her womanly lusts while her son ravaged her shall be a challenge but she loved them. Her son no doubt thought the same and it only made her more eager for the inevitable fight the two of them shall have in terms of ruling. It made her quiver even more and more of her delicious honey flowed from between her legs. His cock was soon coated with her juices, shining in the dim candlelights of her room.

Soon, she was lifting her ass higher in the air again for her son to penetrate her more easily. It seemed to work for he delved into her cunt and womb with such gusto she had to cry out with some mixture of pain with it.

Using yet another trick she had learned from Sir Richard when he still bedded her and he was still alive, Adrianna tightened her cunt around his pistoning cock on her own free will. It caused her contractions to become more tight, more teasing around that monster of a length her son had on him. She purred in delight, moving her hips in time of his thrusts so her ass would meet with his moving hips. The wet, sticky sounds of their flesh hitting the other echoed loudly around the room.

"Calling your mother a bitch! What rudeness," she panted as her nipples brushed against the rugs of her rooms, as juices dropped from between her wet, eager, plowed sex. "Keep at it, Dearest Son. Your Mummy enjoys your coarseness. Oh yes, she does. I am eager to be carrying your seed for long as you're eager to piston your cock into my mature cunt. Ahh... Yes! Yes! Use this bitch! Degrade me, my son! Use me how you see fit! Please, please. Ohhh... Yes, yes! Harder, my boy, harder!"

 

[LordLuck]

Adrianna was lifting her ass up high against his groin so much that, suddenly, William realised he wasn't crouching anymore, but standing as he hammered her soaking womanhood with his generous erection, driving it into her folds with almost savage abandon, every penetration extracting a moan of his Mother and a gasp from his own lips.

His pace almost uncontrolled, his most primal desires let loose against the first object of his attractions, his own Mother, who had birthed and personally nursed him, he could feel his glans hitting against something unwielding. His next hilting send him right againt her cervix, a mis of pain and pleasure washing about both Dragons as they've mated like in mythology, his driving almost against all sanity.

To hear she commenting about the Danish King's tongue had caught his attention - and his jealousy. So she had allowed that suitor to touch and to feel her breasts? What kind of Regal Wench was his mother? Had she done it with all the suitors and foreign dignataries? What kind of wicked, depraved diplomacy was this? Has she knelt before the Emperor and sucked him dry? Has she allowed the King of Portugal fuck her ass and blanket her bowels?

"You are mine, completely mine, aren't you... Mom...", he said with another ramming, his member and balls completely caked into Adrianna's fluids, the slapping sound getting louder and louder as he pistoned himself roughly. "I am your Prince and Consort, right?"

William almost laughted at being outraged by the fact his Mother, the Dragon Queen, could be such a slut before the world. After all, was she not a slut under him? Allowing him full entrance at her womanhood? Yes. The though had lifted his anger, and it was in senseless rage that he delivered her a fierce slap at her backside, and another. And another, her white skin turning crimson at the agression. "You whore. Fucking your own such. Allowing a foreigner to touch you. What about the other suitors? Have you sucked them as well? Have you spread your legs to them as well?", he said, his eyes furious yet lustful.

He kept grabbing at her backside, his nails digging into her fine, milky ass without care, the stinging touch forgotten as he kept using it to pull his Queen against his groin and his hardness. He was feeling it, already. He would come soon. His Mother was more than enough to keep him busy and his balls empty, it seems, for her clenching womanhood around his erection was milking his prick uncontrollaby.

"Mo-Mother... I'm... a-about to seed you...", he moaned as he hilted himself once more, feeling his balls tickling as his seed started it's way.

 

[Sweet_Secrets]

The Queen was in pure heaven as her son mated with her in all his virile, lively glory. He was full and long and fat in his cock and masterful in his lovemaking. He dominated her eager, precious sex in a way her two lovers could have never done in their time in her legendary bed, his experience with the fairer sex perhaps the reason why. She gasped in joy as she felt him stab her cervix with his manhood, a mixture of pain and pleasure running through her body in wonder as she twisted and cried out. Through the roar of the blood in her ears and the frantic beating of her own heart, Adrianna heard William ask her a question.

“Of course, Son,” she purred in reply to entice him, hearing the jealousy lacing in his tight, lustful voice. How odd. “I am now Yours. Since I am bounded to you by both blood and bond, I shall—”

Her eloquent speech was cut off by a slap to her ass, making her actually squeak like a fair maiden. The pain, and nothing but it, was a shock and it made her actually speechless in her eventful life. Her beautiful, fine-featured face reddened though it was anger and her bright green eyes all but glowed in offense. No one had ever done that to her! What was she? Some naughty child and not the Queen she was? She looked back at him, her tits swaying back and forth with every fuck that entered her channel, and looked furious like the Goddess Hera herself.

She tried to say, “How dare you—” but it was cut off by another slap and another and another until her lovely, milky white ass – The very same that people had fantasized of using, touching, coating in their juices and so much more – was a beautiful shade of pale red. Adrianna could not deny the dominance her son was exerting successfully on her. It was a surprise to her and she knew she had to submit in order to gain some kindness from him again. William, judging by his heated words as he slapped her full buttocks, was enraged by the idea of the Danish King playing with her breasts and was, of course, wondering if she did it with anyone else. She had, many times but never let them use her womanly holes, but it was best he did not know that.

“Have mercy son, have mercy!” she cried out, wiggling her abused ass in an attempt to get away from his blows. She instead grounded against his ass, bucking her hips harder than ever as his heavy balls slapped the now sensitive skin. Every now and then as she spoke it was punctuated with a shrill cry or moan. “Oh! Oh! Please give your Royal Wench Oh! mercy! I only did it Ahhh! with the Danish King and I only let him Ahhh! suckle my breasts Oh! Oh! Oh! or lay his seed upon Uhhh! Ohh! Yess! them. Fear not, my True Ah! Love, for he was the only one since Oh! Oh! we needed allies at Ugh! Ugh! that time and it was the sure way to get him to Ah! Ah! Ah! on our side!”

Her outward appearance showed a humbled, once proud Queen now begging for mercy at the hands of her own kin. Inside, though, Adrianna was laughing inside between the real cries of pain and grunts of approval at her Dearest Son’s aggression. What violence he was willing to show! What possessiveness he was showing her! What a fiery temper he truly had! It looks like he did get his ill-nature from her after all. That was good; the country needed a soon-to-be King with many flaws for then the current Ruler could get them out so they shall be prepared more than ever when it is the Heir’s turn. It helped that it mode her jolt with such intensity she enjoyed it. She’ll need to enrage him more often if this is what he’ll give her. Hmm…

"Mo-Mother..." His words, his desperateness, brought her back to him and she paid him the attention he so rightly deserved. William continued to fuck her as he announced this and Adrianna could tell that he was ready to cum in her, use her womb as his cum disposal. How his pacing became slower but deeper, how his balls seemingly tightened with every slap against her aching, wet cunt lips. “I'm... a-about to seed you...”

His announcement was received with a smile as the panting Dragon Queen took this news with happiness. Finally, at long last, she’ll be full of cum like she was designed to be! Oh yes! “Go, seed your own Mother,” she egged her lusty child, her tone breathless from the aggression of his fucking and slapping. “Fuck me, mark me with your delicious cum and cover my womb, my still fertile womb that birthed you, with your fertile seed. Try to make me carry your own child like you did with those other wenches you had fucked in hopes of finding my cunt and tits and ass.”

 

[LordLuck]

Of course. How foolish of himself to allow the madness of ire wash freely around his mind, his brain burning as if tainted with fever. He suddenly had the insight that he had been wronging his Mother and Queen with his unleashed fury. And so, William suddenly started to slow his violent, jerking pace as he fucked the one who had birthed him, as she told the Dragon Prince himself. He had been an Ares unleashed against his Mother, his Goddess of sensuality, the object of his forbidden desires.

The slap of his balls against her brutalised groin suddenly slowed as he took down the rhithym he had picked up, and his rage had taken up behind eyes. Lowering himself to caress her crimson ass, his palms slowly, kindly caressing her soft, and now hot flesh, laying kisses at her back, never ceasing his penetrations but easing them enough.

"Sorry, Mother... Queen...", he breathed, between kisses, "I... beg your forgiveness...", he kissed her sweaty back once more, "I... know th-that...", he took his time, driving himself into her once more, "...You've-ve done so in the... BEST... of interests... to preserve me your Kingdom... good Aldolphus sho-should not be neglected..."

"How many nights... should you have spent... wh-while plan... ning this... way to catch the Dane...'s attention... I sh-should commend you rather than... punishing you, Beloved Mother..."

"But n-no more... no more, Mother... you're mine and mine alone..."

The Prince moaned while he started to kindly caress Adrianna's over sensitive backside, the one that he had violently slapped in his unchecked fury, ever oblivious of how this could and would serve the Dragon Queen's own objectives and purposes, his passions fueled by her clever mind. Her cunning was ever at work, even as she groaned and panted while her son fucked her. How had she come to allow him such a forbidden fruit in her own benefits? What a wicked, depraved woman, she must be!

"AaaaaAAAaahhh...."

He exclaimed in a long, delighted moan of pure pleasure as he finally felt his ticklish balls send forth his vigorous, sticky seed. In moments, he reached his climax - ejaculating his fertile fluids all around and into his Mother's womb, hilting himself in a long, powerful ramming motion, her soaked womanhood clenching him around his erection, milking him dry as he spilled into her all of his warm cum, making her feel whole after so, so long.

William kept into Adrianna, feeling as he filled her up to the brim, sensing his seed caking her insides and more - so much did he sent forth, than a sizeable amount of his semen spread outside, jumping between their almost void-locked sexes, dripping into the fine, expensive rugs of her chambers. Nevertheless, he slowly descended to kindly crash down at her back, laying over her, panting, his entire frame blanketing his Mother while he tried to form a coherent speech, trying his best to explain himself and sniff at her lush hair one last time. He had reached Heaven. He wished Adrianna had done the same.

 

[Sweet_Secrets]

Her son was swayed when she lied to him easily on how she had only let King Adolphus touch her body when, in reality, she had let nearly all of the Kings and Princes who came to court her touch her and use her sought after her body in their own, depraved way. After all, those rumors of the ‘Horny Queen’ had to come from somewhere. Granted, it originated from Russia and only came after she spurned the older, more insane Tsar Ivan the Cruel but the others picked it up when they heard of this since they had an actual encounter in their hands. Not that any of her loyal subjects will believe them, of course. And it was for the best interest of the country. Did they truly think all of those supplies and funding from the countries came from simply generosity? There was a reason she wore her Coronation Ring with pride as it was a symbol of how much she was willing to do for her beloved Kingdom.

It also meant fucking her son, her virile, handsome son, in order to bend him to her will in terms of the High Council but that was a matter entirely something different. Now, she simply wanted to enjoy the sensation of him bucking against her, invading her privates with the strength of a solider on the battlefield, and his leaking cum entering her virtually untouched, unused womb. The very womb that birthed him and the one the royals had dreamed of using themselves. She closed her eyes, her breaths coming out in pants like she was a true bitch, nothing more than a dog, as he still used her though less roughly than earlier in his unchecked rage.

Looking away, as if she was not worthy enough to look at his handsome, lust-filed face, Adrianna bowed her head and hid her triumphant smirk from her now apologetic son as she whimpered out her words, sounding so needy and desperate that it would have driven anyone insane with lust.

“No harm, my beloved,” she purred to him, her words and moans of lust in between were holding a certain airiness and lust to them so he could not hear her joy in making her son think otherwise. “You were right to judge me like that if you thought I was acting not in the interests of our Kingdom but simply of my desires. It would have caused an unsettlement if it was found out.

Taking one of his hands and letting him cup on of her swaying, jiggling breasts to let him feel how erect, how hard her nipple was to show her desire to him still. “I desire you and you alone, my Dearest Son,” she assured him, feeling his pacing slowing as he was about to cum. “Let yourself go! Seed Mummy’s fertile womb with your seed and take what you want. I welcome it with open arms for I do love you, my Dearest Son. Use me, use me!”

And use her he did. He flooded her insides with his sticky cum and flooded was not an exaggeration. She felt his cum pump into her, filling her to the point she was leaking it now she was simply too full of it and splattered against her expensive rugs. That had never happened before and the thought of that had pushed her limits over the edge. She felt her cunt tighten as her juices gushed and squirted out, coating him even more as he emptied himself inside of her. Feeling herself cum along with his ejaculation, the strength and sheer force so powerful and strong that it was proof that their nicknames ‘Dragon’ was just not an intimidation, the proud Queen threw her head out and gave out a piercing cry as they continued on until his balls were empty and she was actually light in the head from the desire and satisfaction she felt.

“Perfect, my son,” she said, turning her head to softly kiss his cheek and lick it after that as he laid on top of her heaving, flushed and happy form. Though she had been in one of the most intense moments of intimacy in her life, she felt her energy coming back due to the fact they both must get ready for the masquerade party soon. Her Ladies-in-Waiting were no doubt huddled in their rooms, shivering in their slippered feet for what may have happened between her and the Dragon Prince since it took them so long. The thought amused her very, very much. “Marvellous. Simply marvellous, you’ll make a woman very happy one day when you become the King. Sadly, we must depart now. We have to fix ourselves and get ready for the ball.”

Pushing him off her, making him pull out and causing more of his cum to fall out of her still spread cunt. Facing him, on her knees and her chest pushed out to make her breasts become wavy in the most delicious manners, Adrianna threw him a sultry look and fingered her filled cunt for a bit before taking her fingers out and licking it in front of him with no hint of shame.

“Delicious,” she said after letting herself savor the taste of his delicious cum and visibly shivered, an act and nothing more but no one could tell, at the taste of him. “I cannot wait for us to fuck in the darkness of the ball room and have you fill me up again. But, for now, you must go my naughty son. Get dressed and have that spot behind the curtains available to us and us alone. I’ll even show you a trick your father taught me if you don’t know this one by now but you must leave. I look forward to having your meaty length in me again.”

 

[LordLuck]

"You wicked, twisted woman..."

William replied, half-laughting. He felt his legs weakened and his stomach aching after the long, idillic session of lovemaking he had shared with Adrianna. He knew, from the time she had accepted to bed him, that she would be his foremost and only lover until the end of their days, but he could have never guessed she was THAT good at it. It bore him suspicion as how such a prudish woman had reached such outstanding peak of sexuality.

He breathed heavily, unsure if his over-exerted balls could replenish themselves soon enough to their next rendezvous. After all, it had been quite some time since the Dragon Prince had roared his bedchamber abilities against such repeatedly fucking. But somehow, deep inside, his own lusts were unabated. Flinched, yes, but still unabated.

The young prince stood at his place, watching as his Mother waved her ass around the room, dismissing him like if he was nothing more than a simple sexual slave. It brough him two feelings - rage. And retribuition. He would visti them both at her luscious body soon enough, he knew.

"I'll be counting the minutes until our next encounter, sweet, dear lover.", he saidm taking himself togheter after long last, using his arms to stretch himself fully, starting to pick upon his clothing and slowly dressing himself up as impecable as he was when he had first entered the room... minutes? Hours ago? He could not tell anymore. Standing over his Mother's back had dulled his sense of time, after all.

"Mother,", William said, rather than calling her by her title. They were far to intimate right now, "...should I leave by your... hidden doors? Your ladies should be awaiting for you right at the antechamber."

 

[Sweet_Secrets]

"Of course, my love,” she said to her Dearest Son, slipping into her underdress first to have some modesty. “Just let Mummy fix herself first… There we go.”

After tying the lace to her underdress, she went to where the doors to her hidden passages were, behind a tapestry that depicted the family tree of the Drakes, her crest stitched on the very top like it should be as tradition depicted the current ruler to have their arms up there, and opened it for him to use so he may slip away without being noticed. She’ll just tell her Ladies-in-Waiting that he had left earlier and she stewed in her thoughts privately. That was after she talked to Lady May about her little situation with William, of course…

Adrianna pulled the tapestry away and unlocked it with a key she kept nearby it, opening it. It connected to several secret passages around their home, even to his own room in case they had even been invaded – God forbid that from ever happening to her beloved country! – and she needed to get to him to have him transported to safety soon as she could. Gesturing to it so he may now leave, Adrianna went to her other clothing and started to called out for her maid to draw her bath to get ready for the ball.

She felt the anger and retribution that all but danced like flames in his eyes for how she was treating him. No doubt he’ll get back at her for how she was trying him at the moment. She would not stop him at all. On the contrary, she’ll try to goad him into flying into his legendary rages. How he treated her earlier…

Shivers went up her spine one last time before she ignored it and went about her next business. The ball will start in a few hours, she had kept count of the time while making love to her son, and she needed all the time she could get to prepare for the ball.

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If one wanted to flatter the Queen when performing for her, they would name drop her but in a tasteful way. She had been called many names on the stage by veteran and rookie actors since taking her rightful throne that was meant for both scorn and praise. The Empress, Iron-Willed Knight, the Lady of Bloodshed and much more but it was from the work from a Sir Shakespeare that gave Adrianna her most well known and beloved praise from her admirers.

Glorianna, when one called her this they meant she was the Faerie Queen and the Lady of Unrivaled Beauty of All Seasons. The very name that said she was the one who stayed beautiful at all seasons, never losing her infamous looks to time or weather no matter how long it has been. It was good flattery, as shown by Adrianna’s patronage to Shakespeare after he wrote those words to her in a poem dedicated to her ‘glorious and golden age’. If anyone wanted to flatter her or get on her good side that was what you should say to her.

It was both praise and her costume for the ball. Entering the ballroom, where the people were already there in advance and candles were still lit before the Theme of Night commenced, it was no surprise she stole the light from all the other women and made them pale until they ball but disappeared in the lust filled eyes of the other men. They all wore their clothing in gaudy blacks and darks in heavy velvet, adding pearls and trimmings of lace into their colored hair, often red or blue or even green, in an attempt to stand out. The necklines plunged and bared shoulders until the sleeves were in danger of falling off. They wore their best jewelry until they were all but dripping with it.

Knowing her subjects well, Adrianna chose to stand out; she chose to shine against them all and prove where Glorianna was her favored name.

The Dragon Queen wear a luxurious dress of silk and chiffon, light and airy even with the massive skirts. It was colored like fire, like the sun with the bright reds and yellows and oranges and her hair was powdered to a fine bone white, complimenting her milky skin and contrasting against her black, feathered mask. Only her shoulders were bared, just a bit, and her infamous busty chest was concealed but complimented by how it hugged the fabric. Her arms, in compensation, were bared and showed her red silk cuffs. The only jewelry she wore was in her hair piece, her mask and on her neck with the gift from the Sultan from India, the Ruby of Blood, on her choker.

She stood tall and regal, her steps light to the point it was like she was floating as the romantic music continued to play on. People watched her, admired her but dare not touch her in fear of actually being burned by this lady who now embodied fire itself. The musicians, once playing with precision but without life, suddenly were putting more frevor into their instruments once Glorianna entered.

Smirking with arrogance and pride, her lips colored a seductive and ‘Give-Me-Berth’ red, Adrianna was of course enjoying the attention and power she had to her people. Her green colored eyes looked for her son, wondering where on earth he was. She had made another point in coming in this bright, beautiful costume – To put their little rendezvous in greater risk, to heighten the dangers of being caught by the others while they danced and they fucked.

“Ravishing as ever, Your Majesty,” her Lord High Treasurer, Edwin James, whispered in her ear as he and the other men from the High Council followed suit as her entourage. She had made it a point she had not come in with Lady May and the others for their little affairs with her son and his Gentlemen. The men from the High Council wore varying clothing, from a sombre black from dear Edwin himself to a cheery yellow and white from her Captain of the Guard, Howard Raleigh. “I hope the festivities will please you. It is in your beautiful honor.”

“Always one with flattery, are you not?” Adrianna said, purring her words to her favored High Council member. It did helped that he was handsome and strong and at her age as well, helping her during the Bloody Succession and ever since. “I will find good time in this my friend, fear not, I will one way or another.”

 

[LordLuck]

Without going back to his Household, Prince William had a bath himself before preparing to get to the ball. After all, the intense lovemaking with the Queen had taken it's toll on sweat and tiresomeness. It was with little surprise that he found most of his 'Knights' awaiting for himself just beyond his own Personal Quarters doorstep.

"Hail, my Lord!", bellowed Abelard Marshall, Count of Penbrooke, once again, followed shortly by the other three lesser noblemen that William was sure would once become the great nobles he would need to trust and rely on... once he was King.

But it was with a grumpy facade that the Dragon Prince met his colleagues and gentlemen. The censorship he had received from Queen Adrianna had been their fault. Well, his fault as well, but it was HE that had to abdicate from mouting into the Dragon's Ladies-in-Waiting... even though he had been allowed to mount a so much better creature, it was a shame not to be allowed into Lady May's legs. Of course that he would not complain, but his displeasing was evident.

"Count Marshall...", he grunted in disdain, to the surprise of his fellows. "You incompetent fool. You have not taken proper care of your seedings, have you?"

Astonished silence met William, but he did not stop even when Abelard's face turned crimson and his brow sweated coldly.

"I've just been censored and vexated by your doings. Foolish man! Did you impregnate Lady Southwell and keep quiet about it?? My mother the Queen is thinking it was I who did it!!", he took a deep breath, "Even though I would had loved it."

One of his men, Guillaume, Count of Durham, had laughted at the last remark, but most of then had turned to stare at the poor Count Marshall, knowing that the Prince must have been holding most of his ire in check not to lash out at his most intimate of friends.

"Sir, I..."

"You've humped that little foolish women and smeared her insides, and now I'm threatened with exile. Exile!! I should order you banished in my place."

"We are not done, Marshall. Gentlemen... leave me, and do not appear at the ball this night."

***

He had been masterful in delivering his presence alone at the Ball. After all, not having his Household following around all the place would be good for a while. And after all he wished to do to his Mother, well, it was probably for the best.

Unlike the Queen, that he had seen from way, way beyond the crowding nobles, he was very... severe in his clothing. Wearing a long, intrincate garments, it's surface filled with multi-layered patterns of Xiraz, a Persian-imported fabric, Prince William was completely garbed in a dark shade of red, almost brown in the darkness of the Hall. His face, however, he had completely obscured.

Instead of wearing a mask, he had put on a long sheet of dark-red in the same patterns of the Xiraz, two holes poked through it in order to allow his vision. But no more. Except for the long, feathered hat he wore above the fabric, Prince William was undiscernable in the middle of the noblemen.

Walking around them all, the Dragon Prince decided to check if his mother would recognise him in this sombre looking, reaching around to await just beside her, while she talked to Lord James, the Royal Treasurer. Would she notice him? Would she know him? He was already aroused, hoping to meet her in the darkest corner and hump her once more. And more. And more.

This night, William vowed to himself, he would even follow her after the ball, and share her Royal Canopy. He did not considered her own ideas for the night. He was sure he would have her.

 

[Sweet_Secrets]

At first, it seemed like Adrianna had not seen him. It seemed like his costume, his silence, had managed to outwit the infamous Dragon Queen’s power of observation. She passed by him still chatting quietly, giving nods here and there to people she favoured and seemed oblivious to his presence near her form. But then, without warning, Adrianna looked directly into her son’s eyes and, for the briefest of seconds, let a seductive smile that promised many, many things to him spread across her fiery red lips before she turned her attentions back to Lord James and continued her quiet chat with him.

She walked past William after that, her entourage never the wiser or wise enough to not talk or mention about it, letting him know that she acknowledged him and that she saw him, but she was not going to talk or approach him yet until the Theme of Night fell. She was rather insulted that it seemed he was trying to test her, to see if she could recognize her own son from the many other sombre dressed people. Did he truly think she would not notice his eyes? Or that hat of his? She was terribly amused and was in good spirits, if not a bit huffy, after that. That was almost enough to let him do anything to her when they met each other.

The key word there was ‘almost’.

Getting to the very middle of the room, the nobles dispersed until she and her High Council had enough room for themselves and the High Council themselves backed away from Adrianna, bowing to her, and leaving her all alone. She stood there, majestic and full of life and vitality and potential destruction and possible chaos like the very fire she embodied in her clothing. She looked at the people who looked back at her, noticing how they were literally waiting with bated breath for her speech, and she closed her eyes, mentally prepared herself and said:

“My good people, I am honored that you all have graced me with you being here for this small ball,” she started off, smiling at them in a kind-but-just-barely-kind way. “I hope you shall be entertained by the music, the dancing, the wines, the food and, most of all, the theme that is our ball. For I did not call this ball the Theme of Night just because we decorated it like we were outside in the dusk, not at all. Anyone can do that. You, my people, deserve better. So: We shall be doing all of our activities in the actual dark! When I gesture to the servants, the room shall be shrouded in darkness and no light shall be opened until a specific times has happened.”

She paused, waiting for any objections but heard one. Of course not, why would they object? She knew her people well enough. If anything, they were secretly pleased by this. They could do all sorts of things in the darkness, aided by the shadows, which was something she’ll be doing herself so she could not judge them. Letting the silence hang for a full minute, wanting them to anticipate, she raised her hand and opened her silk fan with a flourish. The red, yellow and orange silk flashed open, gaining everyone’s attention for they knew what was that about: The signal.

Everyone waited with bated breath and Adrianna thought it was long enough. She gestured with the fan she held in her hand, snapping it close as she shouted, “Let the Theme of Night BEGIN.”

On cue, the ball began. With practiced skills, the servants in the room quickly got rid of all sources of lights they could get rid of. The candles, the torches, the lights were killed. The doors were closed and the curtains were drawn back. No light was allowed in or out of the room anymore. The only source of light that was in the dark room was the ‘stars’, small glass balls filled with burning candles, that were hanging from the ceiling. Some people shrieked in surprise at the suddenness while most opted to laugh and clap, impressed by the work that the Queen had done to pull this off.

The servants would be on the look out; to make sure nothing sinister happened in the darkness. But, for now, it was time for the pleasure of hedonism to begin. The music began, the first piece of a delirious, lovely tune that compelled one to dance along to the merry, wild beat, and it wasn’t long before the festivities started. Sounds of laughing, dancing, drinking, shrieking and talking filled the air noisily as Adrianna slipped away from the circle of space she had to herself without anyone noticing her, a surprise considering her outfit, and avoided her High Council since she had more important things to go look after. Like her son’s cock, for one thing, and his cum being back in her pussy.

 

[LordLuck]

Thinking of the same important things, William set himself close to the Queen, not willing to lose her upon the middle of the ball's darkness. Of course, only a handful of other women wore dresses as extravagant as Adrianna's, and those were far apart each other. For the best, the Prince thought. For the Best.

The Dragon Prince allowed his mother three steps away from the backs of her High Council before closing into her, almost poucing at her back like a hunting lion, both hands gripping strongly at her ass cheeks, even through the many folds of her dress. It was smiling in the darkness that he pulled her against his groin, the situation and movement, the voices and music around then taking it's toll on his manhood - his arousal again evident through the fabric.

"Enough playing games, mother?", he laughted lowly at Adrianna's ear, caressing her ass with his finger tips, hoping to get her as aroused as he was in no tim. "I trust you that my lover did not forget our encounter in the darkness?"

His voice filled with promise and lust, his tone seductive, as he slid his hands upwards and around her back, into her chest, both large, callous hands gripping against her large breasts, as he once again gasped to be allowed such intimacy with his Queen and Mistress. For after all, she held the command.

"Careful now, mother... do not trip."

Slowly, William started to lead Adrianna around the other couples, still closely linked to her at her back, his erection grinding itself against her backside, as he tried to guide the Queen into their secret spot... and hoping no one would notice how just close he was standing to her, or aboard them on their way.