97 The Tower That Meets The Sky (1/2)

The kingdom of Chengdi was more picturesque than Yuqui. For one, the castle was an old fashioned castle, covered with a moat and a tower that rose to the sky like a spindle.

It was said that the tower was built by a monarch for his queen, so she would see him from a distance, gallantly riding his horse to reach home after months of absence taking care of kingly business.

One day, the queen was in the tower when she saw the king kissing and fucking another woman on the bow of his ship. The king had clean forgot that the tower was practically a spy space that can see from miles away.

Not only that, the horn dog of a stupid king also forgot that he made another spy glass and left it with his wife so while he was drilling his darling on the wall of his ship, the wife saw everything and consequently made her plans.

The queen found out that the name of the king's darling was Buttercup. She was the fifteen-year old daughter of his admiral, who obviously encouraged the affair for his own gains.The girl also loved money and power and was very happy to snag the king, hoping he would depose his queen and put her on the throne instead.

But there was one thing they didn't know about the queen. She was a vicious devil when her anger was roused and roused beyond repair she was. She was also a cunning and malicious bitch who preferred to hide her light under a bushel since brains was not exactly the reason why the king married her. Instead, she devised a plan that will not only humiliate the king but will destroy him and his butter whore for all eternity.

Buttercup, the little king's darling, had a unique affliction. She was small for a girl, very petite, but had a deep vagina that some whispered, was so deep not one cock was enough to fill it. Buttercup's cup was not exactly overflowing with honey despite the king's effort to inflame, stuffed, and take whatever aphrodisiacs he can to double, if not triple, his size.

But he did love Buttercup dearly so he gave her everything she wanted and needed, except the place by his side. But even then, he was thinking about it, wondering how to get rid of his queen without actually resorting to murder.

When summer came, Buttercup traveled to the king's private lodge in the mountains.She traveled alone, ahead of the king because they were still not public with their relationship and there was still the queen to be wary about.

The lodge was situated on the foot of a mountain, surrounded by trees and overlooking a lake that was still and quite beautiful.

Buttercup contentedly settled in, waiting for her lover to arrive. But something happened on the second day when she went out alone and came face to face with a not so ordinary sight.

A young man was taking a bath in the lake. He was not totally submerged in it but was rather standing with the clear water lapping gently around his knees. He was carrying a wooden pitcher in one hand and he was using it toscoop the water up and pouring it down hisnaked body.

It was not actually a unique sight to the fifteen year old teen. The king was a proud and shameless exhibitionist in private. The king had the smooth and kingly body that was drool worthy. He was very good with the moves and an expert in pleasuring a female in and out of bed. Admittedly though some part of him was not enough to satisfy his Buttercup. That part which this young man seemed not to be lacking but was truly endowed with.

Buttercup stared at that well endowed part of the young man's body and literally gulped, her mouth becoming dry, her face warming up with heat.

She turned away but not before she saw the young man grasp his mighty tool and gave it a little shake, awakening the dragon head that suddenly swelled and turned blood red in his hand. The scoop of water dripped down the naked body as Buttercup almost swallowed her tongue. The gush of something wet was warm between her legs. She touched a shaking hand to her cheek and turned away almost guiltily as fast as her shaky legs could carry her.

She met the young man again that same evening and learned that he was a monk living on a temple in the same estate. He met her on his way back from the lake, a dozen fish swimming inside a basket which he offered as a welcome gift.

Buttercup was blushing as she met his gaze. The young man's eyes looked innocently into hers but the fingertips that grazed her skin as she accepted the basket was warm and somewhat familiar. Buttercup flinched as their skins touched but she didn't turn her head away, her eyes meeting him boldly and assuredly.

Of course two young people living on a space of less than two miles apart were bound to meet and bumped into each other again and again.

A message came from the king saying he was postponing his travel for another month because the queen was getting suspicious and wanted him to spend part of the summer with her. He found her ill and coughing one night and his heart was somewhat touched. He will be with his Buttercup again when the mallards flew east for the summer. I love you, my Buttercup, the king signed the touching letter.

When the letter arrived, Buttercup was already sharing a cup of red wine with the young monk. Not only the wine but his futon that was laid out on the floor of a small house adjacent to the temple. She was sitting astride his hips, his mighty cock buried in her sex, filling and overflowing the parts and crevices of her insides like a homing bird.

Buttercup was having so much fun riding and playing with her new mighty steed that she was almost disappointed when the king arrived and literally put her pussy in a deprivation diet. But she and the young monk were able to snatch some precious time away, on the banks of the lake while the king was out on a hunt, on the steeple of the temple when the king was hearing mass, inside the room she shared with the king when the urge to rut became too strong and the young monk slipped inside unseen while the king was closeted in his study.

When the summer was over and Buttercup was left behind to follow the king later, she and the young monk spent the precious few days they had together naked and sexually conjoined like twins. Buttercup was emotional and even cried when they parted. But then, she saw the young monk again, on the streets of the capital walking with some friends, and the lust caught up with them, and the rutting started that very evening.

The queen celebrated her birthday not long after. The king was actually excited about it since he had been planning to poison his mate during the celebration. The month with his Buttercup on the lodge by the lake had turned the seemingly mild adulterer into a willing murderer. He loved Buttercup and for her, he was willing to do everything so the two of them could be together.

The queen's party was attended by all persons of importance inside and outside the realm. Even the queen's despised stepsister was invited. She of course mocked the queen to her face, none too subtly indicating that she knew about the king's delicious side dish, and implying that the queen was probably going to lose her head because of her.

The queen smiled and turned away as if she was too aggrieved to answer.

Buttercup's father arrived and gave the queen a half-hearted salute but he didn't bring any gifts which was a great insult.

The room literally buzzed with gossip. People stared at the queen and wondered, their eyes malicious, the curve of their lips smug.

The queen's stepsister was heard to laugh heartily, the timbre of her voice rising in glee.

The king, however, did not indicate even by a small blink of an eye that he noticed the admiral's rudeness.

The queen was made a joke at her own party but the king seemed oblivious and even invited the admiral to sample a wine imported from a neighboring vineyard.

The party continued, the guests staring at the suddenly isolated queen under their lashes, openly showing their contempt and amusement.

They knew about Buttercup. But they didn't know the king was thinking in that direction. No wonder the admiral was so bold as to openly act against the queen in public.

The party was moving into its full swing when suddenly, they heard a shout. Someone had climbed the tower and had fallen off the stairs. It turned out to be the prime minister who broke a leg and was screaming his lungs off because of the pain.

Everybody rushed to the tower to investigate, including the king, the admiral, the queen's stepsister, and almost the entire guests. The queen followed leisurely behind, talking to one of her ladies' maids and the elderly abbot of her favorite church.

When the queen and her entourage reached the tower, silence greeted their arrival. Even the prime minister had stopped screaming and was now whimpering like a wounded dog in one corner. Everybody was staring terrified at the king whose attention was not on them but somewhere beyond, miles away and that something he was looking at through the spy glass which he held in his shaking hands.

The crowd looked at the queen who stared curiously back at them. She climbed the rest of the stairs and stood next to the king, who seemed frozen on the spot, his eyes staring blankly in the same direction some distance away.

The queen quietly took the spy glass from his hand and put the end to her eye. She didn't have trouble finding what it was the king was looking at since the couple did not make any effort to hide themselves at all.

A young man and a young girl was lying on a field of wild flowers both buck naked. The girl was riding the young man quite vigorously, her hips moving up and down between his thighs as his big and mighty cock disappeared and reappeared between the red and inflamed lips of her steaming pussy.The girl was in a frenzy of lust as she grinds her hips against the young man then leans forward to aggressively kiss his lips. As she did so, the man forcefully grabbed her hips then slammed his cock in and out of her hot receptacle with such force the girl tore her mouth from the young man's and screamed her head off to high heavens.

The queen was quite entertained at the sight until she notices something.

”This red hair,” she said, musingly, still looking through the spy glass, ”A very peculiar shade of red. I believe it's that girl, the admiral's daughter. What's her name again? My god, she's a lusty little thing. Look at her swallow that whole thing in her tight, wet pussy. All fourteen inches of it. Oh my god, she's taken it in her mouth. She's licking and sucking at it. Holy cow! She's swallowed all of it!”

The queen looked at her husband, pale and trembling with rage beside her, and at the admiral, who was trying to melt unseen into the background.

”I didn't know you have such a talented daughter, admiral,” the queen said innocently with a smile.

”Enough!” the king barked, trying to wrest the spy glass from the queen's hand but she twisted away from his grasp and again put it in her eye.