Once Queen Helena's initial session with Gonel ends, she realizes she doesn't at all care to spend her nights without his cock inside of her. She wants to bring him with her into her palace, and pretend he is a noble. Her plan becomes:
She handed him the money she brought. "Oh, noble Gonel. Clean yourself, and dress as if you are a noble. Because now you are. Arrive at my palace and request an audience." She grins lewdly, "I will happily accept."
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The arrogant Queen Helena, of the Fanton kingdom, was walking through town with her escort. She enjoyed allowing the peasants to be near her, and see their abject inferiority to her with their own eyes. Her beauty is radiant, but yet she had an air of egotism that made her unpleasant to be around. She rules alone, because she never found a man she respected enough to marry and rule alongside. As she thought, her nobility was proof of her superiority and it was her right to lord it over the inferior. It was expected that everyone move aside for her. But an old crone didn't, so she irritatedly shoved her aside. "Have you no respect for nobility?" Helena yelled. The crone yelled likewise in anger. "Curses upon you! You believe yourself better than us, just because you were born in nobility! In truth, your narcissism renders you inferior to any of those lowborn you detest. Since you are inferior, isn't there then no better couple than a black-hearted queen and the commoners she feels such contempt for? So let yourself discover that no noble, no man you would ever be willing to bear the seed of, will be able to impregnate you, nor even satisfy you. Your womb will crave what you believe to be the defilement of common seed, and they alone will give you relief. Only when you fully grow to love being filled by a commoner's seed will you be able to make an heir. Only by mixing your line with those below will your line be able to continue. Your heirs shall inherit your curse, to never be able to again grow so egotistical. I will see you made into a peasant's wife, "noble" Queen!" As Helena turned around to tell her guards to give this crone a beating for daring to act so rudely, she turned around to find the crone had disappeared, and her escort hadn't seen or heard anything she had. Realizing she pissed off a witch, she returned home with a sense of dread.
As the crone had said, no noble she invited to fornicate with her could do anything but leave her even more frustrated. Their cum dripped out of her completely, and nothing would keep it in her. She made every effort she could to relieve her frustration without resorting to a fucking peasant, and when that failed she decided she would sexually abstain. Slowly, despite her haughty view of herself, despite her desire to be pure, despite her contempt for the lowborn, her need kept growing. One day, she had enough. Months of sexual frustration were controlling her. She beat herself up, angry she couldn't restrain herself, that she would ruin her nobility by becoming unable to control her urges. Unlike before, shame was unable to stop her, even as she yelled at herself and tears streamed from her eyes. She pragmatically decided to do it just once, and to make sure nobody but herself would know. Maybe then she could just abstain forever. A little lapse of will, nothing more, right? She wore careful makeup to disguise her appearance, and the simplest dress she had. She still looked noble, but she wouldn't be specifically recognized. She felt disgusted by herself, despite her excuses. She was better than the commoners, wasn't she? She was above their lust, and yet lust was moving her legs. She ordered her guard to take the night off. She went out into the street. Already her lust was growing. She felt like she was trapped in her body as, step by step, it subverted everything in the way of her soiling her lineage with common seed. Her lust looked about. Who could she take, who could she make love to, who wouldn't be missed? She saw a man in an alley, drinking his sorrows away. Perfect.
She heard a voice in her head, the crone's! "For your humiliation, I grant you one boon. You shall only give birth to daughters. They will retain your beauty despite whose seed you take. Your children will inherit from their father in other ways. They will all, in time, spread their legs for commoners, for your curse is theirs. And they will share in the joy you are soon to discover." She would give birth only to daughters who would reenact her humiliation? Why was she getting so turned on by that?Her body was the product of centuries of careful marriages, of superior people coming together to mix their best qualities. Her superiority was cultivated in the right people coming together, with her as the pinnacle. Was she about to throw away the work of her ancestors, because she couldn't control herself?
Gonel was a worker finding odd jobs in the capital, who had a bit of a drinking problem. He immigrated in search of employment, and found it, but never was able to get a job that paid well, and his drinking often left him homeless. His musculature was evident from the hard labor he was used to, and his penis was impressive - he just never interested a woman enough to be able to show it to her. He had no love, few friends, and was presently employed in maintaining the sewers for a living. Life wasn't going his way. Until he, drinking the pain away, saw the face of a noble girl, who looked both very angry, and very aroused. He grumbled, "Oh God, now I'm hallucinating." He sobered quickly when she lightly slapped his face. "Quit it. I'm real. I need your cock badly. Is there anywhere private?" He said, looking at the bottle, "Kind of broke. Could you pay for it?" She sighed in frustration. "Yes." He adds, "This place is an inn." She looked slightly confused. "Heard of one? It's like a bedroom you pay for. Anyway, buy a room and we can do it." Seeing her frustration, he conceded, "I'd fuck you out here, if the guards weren't such assholes." Whoever she was, he didn't want to blow it. She entered, quickly paid, and they both went to their room. She resolved to let her lust satisfy itself, so she could get back to being a queen tomorrow.
Another part of her dejectedly watched as her lust ensured this genetic disaster, but there was nothing she could do. She had to pay for a room to fuck a commoner? Why not, at this point. Her anger was beginning to tire under the assault of her arousal. At least her daughters would carry her looks. She lamented the witch's curse, turning her into this. Her heat was overwhelming. This man smelled so good. She still tried to fight against herself, despising the thought of her innermost sanctum, her noble lineage, being tainted by this drunkard's filthy seed. It should be for princes, for nobles, for heroes, but it would be instead stretched by this commoner. Her beautiful, smooth body was pleasurably enmeshed in the arms of his weathered, muscular form. His potent, masculine scent was covering her. Her pussy meant only for the noblest of men would soon be shaped by this man's stinking, low-class cock. No one of any class would ever fuck her again, her hole was only for a peasant. The fact that her twitching, dripping pussy was doing everything it could to make sure her womb would get soaked in his inferior sperm both ashamed and aroused her. The more she thought about how she would be defiled, tainted, desecrated, by him, the greater her arousal soared. His pristine little slit was about to be split open by this unwashed cock, her perfect body roughly fucked, and her bloodline mixed with a peasant. It made her ache. Another part of her thinks, "Let's just get this over with."