In the realm of tyranny, you have to choose your words wisely.
I wish someone told me that before I dared suggest that the King is infertile. Apparently that's considered blasphemy, as if the man thinks he's a god. Power corrupts, as they say, and teaming up with a warlock has given him power beyond words.
Am I really wrong though? He's gone through three wives in five years, and couldn't get a single one pregnant, had them all taken away.
They're all dead and rotting away in some cell beneath the castle now, and I'm next without a trial. The kingdom's collapsing and I'm the next victim of many.
The King's goons kidnap me in my own house, dragging me off to the dungeon where I will spend my last few days.
Between the dusty and dirty atmosphere in this place, I can feel a feint magical aura as well, as if something powerful was resting here.
Inside the decrepit prison lays an old disheveled skeleton that look like it's been here for years, the King didn't even bother cleaning up the remains of his wife?
I'm thrown in, and shackled up, being left to die surrounded by dust and bones. The goons leave, and all I can do now is wait for death to bless me, all alone with nothing but my thoughts.
It doesn't take long before I begin to lose my mind, am I truly alone? The bones are shifting around, starting to move...
There has to be some sort of magical presence here, what else can explain the fact that the skeleton has just stood up, and is walking towards me. Staring at me with her empty eye sockets, she tugs at me, trying to break the shackle to free me, and with little effort, she succeeds.
The skeleton cackles, her ribcage rattling as she laughs at the predicament that I've gotten myself into. Unable to talk, she gestures towards my crotch, extending one bony finger in an attempt to tell me something.
Unaware of what she wants or means, I try and ignore her, but trying to live out the last of your days stuck with a living skeleton isn't easy. She doesn't give up with her demands, staggering up to me and grabbing me on the shoulders and pushing me to the floor, before pointing at my crotch again. Fearing for my life, I quickly undress myself as to comply, and all she does is stand there, her jaw literally dropping open, exposing the dusty empty inside of her skull.
Bending over onto me with her skeletal form, the Queen rubs her femur uncomfortably against my leg as she attempts to rub her bony hands across my flaccid dick. It doesn't feel good at all, but she doesn't care. I guess being locked in a cage for years makes a woman desperate for any form of loving, even if she doesn't have a wet hole to penetrate anymore, her skin having totally withered away and all...
Who am I to deny the Queen's advances, though, I'll give what she thinks she wants, even if it doesn't make much sense.
She grabs my slowly hardening cock, and tries to force me to jam it inside of her pelvic bone, seemingly unaware there's hasn't been anything there for years.
It isn't doing anything for me, but I'll play along, grabbing her coxal bones and dragging her forward over my manhood, until I feel my dick rub against her coccyx, causing her bones to rattle with pleasure.
I don't know if it's the magical energy floating around, but it's as if she's feeling everything like its really happening to her, and part of that is giving me a boner, even if it's weird that I can see my dick through her sternum.
I start to leak precum a bit, which just passes through her bones and forms in a pool on the ground,