Author's note: This is the fifth and final chapter in a medieval-set story with a strong impregnation/breeding fetish focus. This is also my first ever erotic story, so any feedback would be much appreciated.
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King Torren fidgeted impatiently on the throne. Ruling over his kingdom of Nordheim was a truly tiresome business. Listening to your advisors; discussing budgets and taxes, conflicts and diplomacy, pageants and feasts.
It had been six months since he had seized the throne, and up until now his reign of terror had gone smoothly. But his adviser was now the bearer of bad news.
"Your majesty, our scouts have seen Karnon soldiers crossing the border into our lands. They have declared war and are marching straight for here."
"How many men?" asked Torren.
"We estimate around 10,000."
This was at least 2,000 more than Torren's army. The king's rage boiled. How dare these subhuman black men invade his kingdom and try to take his throne.
"What shall we do, your majesty?" asked the adviser.
"I can't think straight. Send in my wife."
After a couple of minutes the doors to the throne room opened and Queen Lorena stepped in. She was dressed in opulent robes with her golden blonde hair braided back. Her clothes were deliberately tight fitting, on Torren's orders, to accentuate her slightly enlarged breasts and small baby bump that had formed ever since he had seeded her three months ago.
"Get over here, wife!" barked Torren.
Lorena did as she was told, moving next to Torren on the throne.
"I think better when a woman is sucking my dick. Take out my cock and put it in your mouth."
He was asking her to fellate him right in front of the nobles and advisers of the court. She should have been shocked and ashamed by such a request, but this was not the first time he had asked her to perform lewd acts on him in front of everybody.
As the king continued to talk strategy with his advisers, Lorena bent down and opened up Torren's breaches, allowing his hard cock to spring up outwards at full attention.
After wrapping her small, soft hand around the shaft, she started pumping his throbbing organ - the very same one that had spurted a new life inside of her not so long ago.
Torren impatiently grabbed Lorena's head and pushed her down. She opened her lips just in time before her mouth was impaled on his large, sweaty cock. Her eyes watered and cheeks bulged as her mouth was completely stuffed by his prick.
Torren resumed talking to his advisers as he pushed Lorena's head up and down on his dick, revelling in the sensation of having his pregnant wife's soft lips slide and suck up and down his cock.
"This King Abilo. He thinks he can come to our lands and take what is mine..."
"Omph, umph, oomph," sounds came from Lorena as she was face-fucked.
"I will show him what a true king is. I will take our forces and face him in the field. I will slaughter his army..."
Gasps and grunts continued from Lorena as she struggled for air, her lips completely stretched by the cock rammed down her throat.
"And then after that, I will invade Karnon and take his kingdom."
Lorena choked and gagged as saliva leaked from her cock-stuffed mouth down on to the throne. Torren's hands grabbed her head tighter, as his pace quickened. His cock began to swell and swell and Lorena knew from familiarity that he was close to release.
"But your majesty, is it wise to leave our defences here and meet them out in the field..." asked the adviser.
"SILENCE," roared the king as his climax seized. Spasm after spasm as his cock cummed inside Lorena's beautiful mouth as she felt gallons of his hot, creamy seed coat her tongue and trickle down her throat. With Torren's hands held firmly on her head, she struggled to swallow it all, nearly passing out with the effort of drinking in all of his spunk.
Finally the king eased up, letting go of her head so that Lorena could collapse to the floor, choking and gasping as the remnants of his cum drooled from her mouth down on to the throne.
The king looked coldly on at his advisers. "We march at dawn."
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Torren's army moved forward with purpose into Flenhorn Forest. For the king, the ancient woodland was his spiritual home. He had been conceived and raised there by his witch mother. The dense, dark woodland had moulded him into the malevolent figure he was today.
It was the scene of his first triumph, where he had slain Nordheim's royal army led by the Princess Stefanie. Now, in the enchanted undergrowth, it would host his final victory over the invading Karnon soldiers, a victory that would cement his legacy as ruler of Nordheim and the bastard generations that he would sire going forwards.
He smirked as his army advanced into the forest. He knew that Abilo's men did not realise that Torren drew his strength from the trees around him. They wouldn't stand a chance.
But as Torren enjoyed his thoughts of victory, his nostrils suddenly flared. Something wasn't right. He could smell smoke in the air, getting thicker and thicker.
And it was getting hotter as well the further into the woods they marched. It wasn't until they reached the clearing that he realised what was going on. The forest was on fire, a deep orange inferno that was incinerating all around him.
The trees creaked and groaned in agony as the fire engulfed them, turning bark to ash. Torren didn't understand. The forest had never caught fire before.
