English Sex Story The Lustful Legacy of Aryavart

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Chapter 8 : Mother's Disgrace

Prince Pratap was walking down the corridor naked, his semi-erect cock still dripping with cum from fucking General Sonarika's ass, with every step he took, his dick would sway like an unleashed bull.

A loud moan, made the Prince stop in his track, upon inspection he saw the library door was open, the light flickering. The air there was thick with sweat, flowers, and the stench of a woman's cunt. As the prince peeked inside, he was shocked to see his own mother Queen Nayanthara, lay on the desk, her saree hiked up above her waist, her fingers grab hold of a solider's hair as his tongue worked between her thighs.

"Faster, you motherfucker… ahhh… Lick faster, you fucking dog!", Queen Nayanthara voice echoed through the library.

The soldier's breath was coming in gasps, but he didn't stop—his mother's pussy juices were dripping from his mouth. The prince's cock began to harden at the sight of his mother's wet cunt… seeing how she was acting like a whore with just a lowly soilder.

The prince's blood boiled when he saw his mother in this state, “Son, you are a prince, you don't need to fuck these low-caste bitches and rape a maid.” she would say to the prince whenever he was caught taking off a maid's or woman's clothes. But now look—his mother herself is moaning under the tongue of a low-caste soldier, that fucking whore.

The soldier was busy licking and pleasuring the queen's pussy when Pratap entered the library. The queen saw him and, with a soft moan, said, “No—”. Prince Pratap's cock hardened at the sight of his mother's pink, wet pussy and the lust in his mind; he couldn't stop himself.

The soldier didn't even have a moment to catch his breath before the prince grabbed him by the throat, dragged him across the table, and slammed his head down. “You fucking bastard, sewer rat!” Blood spurted onto the queen's bare thighs.

Prince Pratap didn't waste a moment; without hesitation he growled and thrust his erect cock into his mother's bare cunt lay bare and wet in front of him. For a second his body tried to stop, then he shoved his cock into her cunt with all his strength. “Lie there quietly, you bitch!”

“Shut up, bitch!” Pratap pressed his hand over the queen's throat and grabbed her hair, yanking her back. With his free hand, he ripped open her blouse, her breast spilling out, her dark nipple already hard. He slapped it—once, twice—the sound echoing through the library. The queen's round, plump breasts turned red under Pratap's palm, but the whore didn't scream. She only let out a soft sob.

“You bitch beacuse of you,” Pratap spat in Nayanthara's face as he shoved his cock forcefully into her pussy, “they beat me like a dog for laying a hand on a laundryman's daughter.” With every word, Pratap fucked her mercilessly. He twisted and pinched her nipple, making her gasp. “But look at you now,” Pratap laughed like an animal, “you're spread out like a common whore for some sewer rat!”

Queen breath hitched as her son's cock rubbed against her G spot—bringing her to brink of ecstasy. Her fingers dug into the edge of the table. “It's been ten years,” she said in a choked voice, “since your father has looked at me.” The soldier's blood was mixing with her own pussy juices as it flowed down her thigh.

“WHAT SHOULD I DO -- ?” she screamed, nearing orgasm. “Do you want me to fold my hands and beg for a fuck … my prince?” Her words were laced with poison.

The prince felt his mother's orgasm and let her go, so she slumped onto the floor, her lips parted for air. Just then, Pratap grabbed the queen by the hair and shoved his entire cock down her throath. He shoved his cock deep into Nayanthara's throat, filling her mouth with the taste of her own pussy. Nayanthara gagged, but Pratap showed no mercy and kept driving his cock deepeer. “You'll breathe only when I say so.”, he snapped.

Tears were dripping from the queen's eyes, she was gasping for air through her nose, her spit glistening on his cock. “Breathe,” Pratap said with a laugh, pulling his cock out just a little—just enough for her to breathe—then slam his entire cock back into her mouth in one swift thrust. Her nose was pressed against his pubic hair.

Nayanthara was choking on Pratap's cock, her mouth so wide open that the entire shaft could go in. The soldier's corpse lay there rotting, his blood splattered across the carpet. The room was echoing with Nayathara wet gagging sound. “You were made for this”, as he continues to fuck Nayanthara's throat.

Prince Pratap notice his mother's eyes closing as she was gasping for air, and she was about to collapse. He was also reaching his climax. “Swallow, you fucking bitch,” he commanded.

Nayanthara gripped Pratap's thighs tightly, her nails digging into his thighs as she tried to pull his cock out, just as the first stream of his cum shot into the back of her throat. The Prince emptied all his cum down her throat. He held her there until she swallowed every last drop.

When Pratap finally pulled his dick out of her mouth, saliva and cum were stretching between Nayanthara's lips and his cock. Nayanthara fell forward, coughing violently. Pratap anger hadn't cooled down. “You fucking bitch,” he snarled, hauling her to her feet with one hand — he slammed her onto the table, grinding her breasts against the wood.

Prince Pratap struck her mother's round, plump butt hard—once, then again—the sound reverberated through the library like a gong. Her butt turned pink at first, then red, the imprints of his fingers rising like thick lines. Nayanthara gasped, but she didn't scream.

Pratap's gaze fell on a leather-bound book lying near his mother—The Great Code of Conduct, its shiny letters gleaming in the candlelight. Tauntingly, he picked up the book. On the first page, his mother handwritten noted stated, “Cultured queens are honored for their devotion to their husbands.” The ink was smudged, as if it had been written in a hurry.

“You fucking hypocrite,” he spat at her mother as he read the statement aloud. Nayanthara barely had time to flinch before the prince tore the page, crumpled it and shoved it into her dry, gaping asshole. “Here, take your respect,” he spat, pushing the page deeper with two fingers. The paper scraped against the soft walls of her ass, tearing as it went. Nayanthara gasped in pain.

As he turned to the next page, a note said “A wife's duty is to his husband—” Pratap read the line angrily, then, with a taunting laugh, twisted the paper into another tight ball. Nayanthara's sobbing wail turned into a scream as he shoved the paper ball back into her asshole, scraping her hole with the page's rough edges. “Do your duty,” he said, slapping her ass so hard that a fresh handprint appeared on Nayanthara's butt.

Pratap spread his mother's legs and looked—juice was dripping from her pussy, even though a piece of paper was stuck in her ass. “You fucking whore… how did you get so wet?”, as he collected the juices from her cunt into his fingers, then shoved it in her mouth. Nayanthara's breathing quickened; pain and lust both shone in her eyes. The soldier's corpse lay beside them, its eyes wide open like a whirlpool, as if even in death it wanted to watch the spectacle.

“You bitch, you're still so tight… I'll turn your pussy into a gaping hole,” he growled as he thrust into her, his cock grinding inside her, pounding her from behind. "Baby… no… this is wrong," the queen's screams were heavy, but her body was keeping pace with his cock.

The page of The Great Code of Conduct was rubbing inside her ass, scratching against its wet walls with every thrust. “Fucking... Whore...,” he said, slapping her ass with his hand.

Leaning over her, Pratap bit her earlobe with his lips in anger and said, “Tell me, does the King know how you spend your pussy?” His fingers dug into her hips as he pulled her down onto his cock with a sudden jerk.

"You filthy street whore... “ Pratap cut off her breath, choking her throat. Her scream was stifled, her tear-filled eyes wide like a trapped cat's. ”Let go... Let... me... breathe...“, Nayanthara's fingers began to claw at the wood, splinters digging into her broken nails. ”You can breathe when I tell you," he whispered, and his hips thrust forward so hard the table legs scraped against the floor.

The queen's body went completely rigid as her own son kept pressing her down with his hand. Her pussy gripped Pratap's cock tightly, and drool dripped from her mouth. “You fucking whore,” Pratap grabbed her hair and yanked her back. “I'm fucking you shamelessly right on top of your lover's corpse, and your pussy is begging for it?” Pratap's hand left marks on her neck, while blood and fluid dripped from the Maharani's cunt.

The prince kept pushed two fingers inside her mouth, pinching her tongue. “Bitch, you're going to take all of this,” he growled, slamming his cock into her harder. “Every single drop. And when your belly swells with my heir, you'll kneel before the King and explain how you got pregnant.” the queen's stifled sob reverberated around Pratap's fingers.

The soldier's corpse, its skull crushed, stared blankly at the ceiling. Pratap laughed—a jagged, breathless laugh—when he felt his balls tighten. “Nine months from now,” he panted, “you'll give birth to a princess whose hunger for sex will be like your dripping cunt.”

“Motherfucker… let me go!” The queen's body suddenly bent forward, her legs trembling struggling to push the Prince away.

The rustle of the paper scraps stuffed inside her ass grew louder with every thrust. “N-no—” the queen's denial turned into a wet scream as he sank his teeth into her shoulder, tasting the sweat.

Pratap's hand slid lightly from her mouth up to her throat, squeezing just enough that her pulse fluttered like a trapped bird. “Yes,” Pratap corrected in a clear voice, the exhaustion and lust in his tone unmistakable. "You're going to give birth screaming just like you're screaming now. Your pussy is gripping me so tight,” he said, pressing her hand down with his knees as he thrust inside, his cum beginning to leak into her cunt. The room was filled with the queen's moans. Pratap's cock plunged deep inside her cunt, and when his hot cum spilled inside her, the queen felt a sudden burning in her belly.

“Aaah, bitch... I'll fuck your daughter's pussy just like this too!” He slapped her ass hard—thap! The first marks from the slap on the queen's smooth butt were still visible, and now new red welts had formed. She screamed like a whore while her son, raping her, scratched his itch.

Pratap's final spurt of cum painted the depths of Nayanthara's pussy, hot and thick. He pulled his cock out with a “chap” sound and saw Nayanthara collapse to the ground like a dead deer. Nayanthara's legs splayed open, trembling—not from pleasure, but from the breaking of her body. Blood and semen flowed together between her thighs.

Pratap pushed her with his boot, sending her flat on her back. “Still breathing, huh, MOM?” he leaned down and lifted her chin, seeing that her eyes had closed completely after a final roll. “Go to sleep... you fucking whore.”

 

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Day One Epilogue : Night of Desires

Silence settled over the palace as the night became darker —and the air was heavy with the scent of cum, sweat and satisfaction.

King Virender collapsed onto the silk sheets, exhausted from a full day of fucking, one hand resting on his queen Kiara's swelling pregnant belly. Kiara was in a deep sleep, but a happy smile played on her lips—even though her husband's body smelled of his daughter Sara's sweat, perfume and pussy juices. The taste of Sara's wet cunt still clung to his fingers.

Princess Sara was lying naked on the balcony of the war council room, drenched in his fathers cum. The king had emptied his seed deep inside her. White cum was still dripping down her thighs. A cool breeze brushed against her body, but after such intense fucking she couldn't even move.

The youngest prince Aditya's hand was roaming over Hania's body—squeezing her breasts, pinching her thighs. This morning, his step-mother Queen Katrina, had brought Hania as gift for him; now he was just enjoying his gift. The two were laughing in each other's arms. "Today you've only seen the trailer… Tomorrow will be even more fun." Hania said while stroking his dick, and the young prince infactuated with his new toy began sucking her breasts.

Queen Katrina was alone under a cold sheet that night, in her room in a totally horny mood, rubbing her pussy hard, remembering how Hania had licked her juicy cunt.

Outside the palace's four walls, Samarjit was lying on top of his older sister Genelia in his bed. His penis was still inside her vagina, slowly softening. Genelia was stroking Samarjit's hair, holding him close to her body as she used to when he was a child.

The disgraced General Sonarika was laying unconscious in the garden, her body marked with slaps and bite marks. The soldiers on night guard took advantage of the situation, one after another, all of them enjoying fucking their General—pushing their cocks into her. Some used her pussy, some used her ass—fucking her until she half almost to the brink of death.

Prince Pratap wasn't slightly tired even after brutalizing his mother, Queen Nayanthara, off at the library. His cock was still hard, and there was hunger in his eyes. Just then his eyes fell on a maid who was carrying water to a royal's room. Seeing the maid's swaying waist and the curves packed into her blouse, his mind went haywire. “You fucking filthy whore,” Pratap said, grabbing her by the hair and dragging her into his room. Masha screamed, but no one heard. The water jug fell and shattered. And then... Pratap tore her clothes and shoved his dick into her pussy. The maid was crying, but Pratap didn't care; he satisfied his lust, fucking the poor maid's cunt, cumming inside her filling her to the brim.

Everyone was tired, but satisfied. This kingdom, filled with whores, blood, and sex, was now in deep slumber. The only question now was: who would be fucked/destroyed tomorrow?

 

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Day 02: Chapter 01: Desireful Morning

The first ray of morning light cut through the window. Queen Kiara opened her eyes. Outside, birds chirped in the garden. Her attention shifted inward. She felt the heavy weight of her breasts. They were thick and swollen. The skin stretched tight, filled with milk. A single drop leaked from her pink nipple. It clung there like a glistening pearl.

Beside her, King Veer slept. He lay naked. His body was a map of hard muscle and thick, folding belly. His chest rose and fell in a slow, heavy rhythm. Kiara breathed in. The scent of him was strong. It was the smell of musk and salt.

"My King..." Kiara said. Her voice was a soft ripple. The King sleep broken. One eye opened. He looked at her. He did not speak. The King watched the drop, it ran a thin line down the curve of her breast. He opened his mouth. He clamped his lips over her pink nipple. He sucked. The milk flooded his mouth. He drank from her. He took the milk with a rhythmic, greedy pull. He held her there, pinned under his weight, drinking her dry.

He pulled away. A thin string of white milk clung to his chin. He licked his lips. "This milk is sweeter than honey," he said.

Kiara let out a sharp, broken sound. She reached up. Her fingers curled into the thick hair of her majesties scalp. She pulled him back. She pressed his mouth deeper into the swollen flesh of her breast. She pushed him into her. Her other hand moved. She gripped her other breast, squeezing the tight, leaking skin. She massaged the fullness. She groaned. She pushed her chest against his face.

The King did not flinch. His hand slid down. He felt the heat radiating from her skin. He pushed his fingers lower. He found the soft, wet heat between her thighs. He felt the slickness. He felt the pulse of her. "You are already ready," he said.

His voice was a low growl. He did not wait. He drove one finger deep into her wetness. He felt the tight walls of her cunt wrap around him. He pushed further. He stretched her. He felt her tremble beneath him. He watched her eyes roll back. He felt the rhythmic clench of her muscles. He held her there. He owned her.

He withdrew his finger. It was glistening. It was coated in her slick, clear juices. He brought the finger to his lips. He sucked it clean. He tasted her. He licked the salt and musk from his skin. He smiled. He pressed that same wet finger against her lips. "Taste yourself," he commanded.

Kiara hesitated. She looked at him. She saw the demand in his eyes. She opened her mouth. She sucked the finger. She tasted the salt of her own heat. She shivered.

He seized her thigh. He hoisted her leg high. He positioned his cock against her entrance. He rubbed the head of his shaft against her clitoris. He felt the friction. He felt the heat of her skin. With one violent thrust, he buried himself inside her. "AAAAHHH!"

The scream tore from her throat. He did not slow. He grabbed her breasts. He squeezed the swollen flesh. He forced the milk to leak. He hammered into her. He drove her into the mattress with brutal, rhythmic strokes.

Kiara moaned. The sound became a constant, broken noise. Her pregnant belly shook with every impact. Her womb shifted. Veer felt the resistance of her body. He did not care for the child inside, he continued to drive himself deep. He covered Kiara’s mouth with one hand while squeezing her buttocks with the other to maintain a firm grip, continuing to thrust into her.

Kiara’s fingers clawed at the silk sheets. She tore at the fabric. She arched her back, her body stretching under his weight. Her vagina was pulled tight. The walls of her cunt grew red and raw. Each slam of his hips left her gasping. The room filled with the heavy scent of their union. Veer picked up speed. He hammered into her with a rhythmic, violent precision.

He shifted his head. He buried his face against her breast. He latched onto her nipple. He sucked her flesh with a feral hunger. He drew the milk from her breast like a starving animal. Kiara let out a broken sound. She felt the pressure of his belly against her own.

Veer’s breath grew shallow. His balls tightened. A sudden, heavy pressure built in his loins. He felt the surge in his veins. He was at the edge. His cock was a hard iron rod inside her. He did not pull away. He leaned in. He kept his mouth locked on her nipple. He felt the final, explosive tension. He was ready to break.

JUST THEN —

The heavy wooden doors slammed open, The bang echoed through the stone chamber. A gasping, sweat-slicked soldier stood in the doorway, eyes wide and frantic as he shouted, "YOUR MAJESTY!"

"YOUR MAJESTY! In the library.... Queen Nayanthara was found completely naked, covered in cum, sweat, and blood... her backside was stuffed with crumpled papers, her anus torn open!"

Veer paused. He slid his cock out of Kiara. His skin was slick with precum. He looked at the soldier. There was no worry on his face. Only anger.

"What?" Veer asked. His voice was low. It was calm, but it held a dangerous edge.

"Your Majesty, Queen Nayanthara's, "

"Shut up, you fuck," Veer shouted. "You interrupted my fucking. I was at the climax... and you come here with your bullshit?"

Veer looked toward the doorway. "Is anyone on guard outside?" Two massive, muscular men stepped inside. They were built like oxen. Veer pointed a finger at them.

"Grab him." Veer’s eyes remained cold. "Take him to the dungeons. Give him to those starving, desperate beasts to satisfy their years of itching. Let those beasts rip his ass open, one by one, again and again, until he dies."

"Your Majesty! Please! I only, " the soldier screamed. The guards dragged him out by his arms. His screams echoed down the corridor.

Veer turned toward Kiara. He held his cock in his hand. It was still hard. The heat of his anger kept the blood there, though the erection began to soften. Kiara crawled across the silk, her pregnant belly brushing the sheets as she wrapped her hands around his shaft. He was hot. She looked up at him with wide eyes, swirling her tongue over head of his cock to savor the salt and musk.

"My King... please ... cum in my mouth," she said. Her voice was a plea. She took his entire cock into her mouth—taking it all the way down her throat in one go. She gagged but did not pull away. Her tongue swirled around the shaft, sucking her cheeks inward to create a vacuum. He placed his hand on her head and began to thrust—fucking her mouth. Kiara said nothing; she simply kept her eyes closed and continued to service him — taking every inch of him as he claimed her throat.

Veer let out a long, guttural sound. His body stiffened. He came with a violent jerk, shooting thick, warm streams of seed deep into her mouth. One. Two. Three. He filled her, the salt and musk flooding her tongue. Kiara did not flinch. She swallowed every drop, gulping the hot liquid down her throat.

She stayed there for a moment, tasting the heavy weight of him. Then she began to lick him clean. Her tongue traced the ridges of his cock, licking every stray drop of cum from the skin. She licked until he was dry, leaving nothing behind. She looked up at him, her face wet and glistening, waiting for his next command.

Veer looked down at her. He did not smile. He pulled his cock out of her mouth and stood up. Veer dressed in precise silence, leaving her breathing on the silk.

He turned and stepped out of the bedchamber.He strode through the cold halls of the palace, his mind fixed on the library as he wanted to learn the truth about what had happened to his Queen. He wanted to know who had dared to touch what belonged to him.