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This chapter explores the beginning of love. There is still water sports, slavery, and humiliation. If you are down with it, ENJOY!
Chapter 5
Politics
The crew had all signed a sworn statement that Ubabe had tried to kill both me and Azalea. She attempted a mutiny against Captain Kuline, so as to cover up her murder plot. The actions she took on the Native lands were also in the reports. Azalea got nervous after reading the morning edition of the news.
We had been in the capital for all of three days when the shit storm started. Ubabe was well liked by the men, and the lower class women. Only the nobles, elites, and slaves disliked her. However, having two former ship captains and a pale male as rulers, were a bit too much for almost everyone but the highest classes. Kuline explained to me that they would think us naive, and would be able to bribe their way into us siding with them on any law or policy.
(Heh lobbyists exist here too!) I held back my laugh.
Much to my surprise, a week later the government, after an investigation, backed Azalea's actions and I was now a crowned and legal Prince. The bad news was my royal Princess was stripped of her titles due to what her mother had done. They had placed Octavia in some noble's home. She was to be a futah wife to farmer that lived on the noble's land when she came of age. This sent me into a spiral of tears.
My Wives tried to cheer me up, saying that they needed new futah Princesses for us to raise and ensure the line of succession.
Kuline kissed the back of my neck as she lined up with my pucker. Azalea raised my head so that her cock was at my mouth as she stood on the floor, at the foot of the bed. I lay on my stomach as they pushed into me simultaneously. I could hear them kissing as they matched their rhythm together.
I truly enjoyed Kuline's cock. It was a perfect fit for my slutty ass. If not for the ring on my now choked cock, I'd have lost my first load, as Azalea pushed into my throat. Kuline was picking up speed, ramming my chubby butt with a slapping sound. Meanwhile Azalea kept herself deep in my throat, teasing me with the promise of breathing and then sinking deeper.
Bliss just bliss, as my eyes began to fade from lack of air. I tapped Azalea's leg and she pulled out of my throat. She dumped a heavy wad of her salty cum into my mouth just as my back end was filled.
I breathed deeply as they flipped me over. They changed positions. Now Kuline was sitting on my face. Her sweet smelling pussy suffocating me. My tongue went to work.
I felt Azalea take the ring off of my cock and then her hot wet futah cunt slide down upon it. Azalea would need to be pregnant first as she was now the Queen. I hadn't meant to, but I was certain she was pregnant less than 4 minutes later. It was her fault for slamming my prostate over and over without allowing a release with her restrictive cock ring on me.
A week later, both wives were with child.
A week after that I had to attend my first government council. As Prince I was to speak for the farmers, laborers, low women, men and slaves. I had to attend a meeting with representatives of each tribes (and/or state's) lower classes.
It was a good meeting, as most were happy about the regime change, and felt the effects after only 3 weeks. People were better fed, which helped the productivity of the working and slave class. I had fucked up in that meeting by bringing up education.
My personal counselor, Luanda, a futah lawyer, whispered that education was not allowed for the lower classes. I nodded and dropped the subject. I listened to complaints from various tribes and states. I took meticulous notes. Most of the futah representatives had never seen a man write before, and it impressed or disgusted them.
I informed them that I would discuss each and every issue with the Queen and our Wife, the "Supreme Commander". (It was more like a Vice President position. Still better than mine, which was like 'First Lady', or in my case, 'First Husband'.)
When it was over I asked Luanda to join me in my office at the palace. I sat behind my opulent desk, and opened my notebook. I instructed her to sit at in a chair across from me.
"So am I to understand that even the women are not allowed to read or write?" I asked the lighter brown woman with thick braids. She wore something I would describe as a khaki dress skirt with a frilly white blouse with long sleeves.
"Prince Michael. I know you came from a place very different than here. But you need to understand this culture. It has been here since before the Romans, the Greeks, it actually started around the time of the Sumerians." She leaned forward. "This is why the Queen asked that I am to be at your side at all times. To explain anything you do not understand. I am also trained as a level ten security officer and am your bodyguard as well."
"So you report to me?" I asked.
"Yes and no." She answered.
"Explain." I looked into her eyes.
"I am at your service, my Prince. I am to help you in all ways. But...I must report to the Queen about your decisions and actions." She looked down breaking our gaze. I was amused by this. She was submissive to me.
"I understand. You are to be at my side at all times. What if I want to be with my wives for private time?"
"I'll be right outside the door and armed." She raised her blouse to show a crude revolver tucked in a shoulder strapped holster that hung down below her small left breast. (She's right handed.) I thought.
"If I ordered you to have sex with me what are you allowed to do?" I had to ask. Her little tits, and lighter brown skin had my cock twitching.
"I would ask that you not get me pregnant. I haven't chosen a wife or husband yet. I am a virgin in the hole between my asshole and balls. I'm saving that for a Husband or Futah wife." She looked nervous.
"If I chose to take that, you could not say 'no'. Is that what you are telling me?" I looked at her. She looked at the cheetah fur rug.
"If you choose that, as Prince, you may have it." A tear was forming at the corner of her eye.
"Relax. I have no want to make you pregnant. I take marriage seriously. Vaginal sex is only for married couples or polygamous families like mine. I will not touch you there, unless you ask me to...Three times."
"Thank you Prince." She smiled and wiped the tear away.
"However I would like to see your cock." I raised my hands for her to stand. She smiled, stood and raised her skirt. I left my chair and walked around my desk. I knelt in front of the 10" limp monstrosity.
"Prince? Does that mean you like it?" She smiled down at me. Her fears now long forgotten.
"It's beautiful. Mind if I hold it?" I asked.
"At your leisure my Prince." Blood was beginning to fill it as I held the hefty weight of it. For a smaller Futah, she had a gigantic cock. I stoked it lightly. It swelled to almost 14 inches long and 3 inches wide.
I couldn't stop myself. I put the head in my mouth.
"My Prince, please don't tease me." She moaned. I wasn't teasing. I slobbered all over her pole to get some lube so that I could stroke what ever I couldn't fit inside of my gob and throat.
"My Prince, thank you, it has been too long." I felt her push the back of my head as she slowly eased down my throat.
I knew in that moment even if my wives were not in the mood, I'd never be cum starved. My assistant didn't last long in my tight throat. It must have been a while for her, as she said, cause after only four minutes her heavy hog twitched inside my throat and I felt myself get full. I would not need the slave bois to make lunch for me.
After she retreated, fixed her skirt and sat back down, I sat in my chair.
