HORS D'OEUVRE OPTION 1B: THE INTRIGUES ENDS.

 PART 2…

That was five years ago.

Emperor Nas listened to the weekly security reports.

‘Queen Victoria keeps asking if the Empress, your wife is with child,’ the Spymaster said, ‘apart from asking about the course of the war from the milk-maid that brings her, her daily supply of milk.’ The Spymaster said to his liege.

The Emperor nodded his head as he studied the reports, before lifting up his head and looking at the Spymaster ‘she also knows that someone watches her bathing from the ceiling.’ The man said clearing his throat.

‘Honey is good for sore throat.’ Emperor Nas fired back, ‘besides it’s a consolation, you know what the law says – how my father became the Emperor.’

‘The first born child of the Emperor, shall inherit the Empire,’ the Spymaster said ‘we should really do away with such archaic law!’

‘I agree but you know, the Empress family are quite influential and would see that as first steps towards taking away the heirloom from their line.’ Emperor Nas replied, the Spymaster nodded his head in agreement.

The following day.

The captured Queen Victoria was having her bath, but this time, she was deliberately slow, taking her time to fondle her body especially her large breasts and pink nipples, while washing and on cue she looked up and saw the thick male organ sticking out of the exposed block in the wall ‘Why don’t you come down and join me, I won’t bite, unless you want me to.’ The prisoner said as she poured some water upwards, some of it splashing on the hard cock and on the walls of the prison.

Minutes later, as Queen Victoria dried herself with the towel, there were movements outside her prison door before it was swung open and a man came rushing in.

‘His Majesty.’ Queen Victoria said with a tinge of fear, the Emperor declared ‘the war would be over if your husband, recognized that he has lost!’

Queen Victoria thought so too, surrender and negotiate would be the piece of advice she’d give her belligerent spouse.

‘Your Majesty, I wish to report a guard who is fond of emptying his semen onto my body while I am bathing.’ The prisoner said touching her wet hair while covertly folding her arms across her breasts causing them to appear plump. Smiling as one that had been caught in the act, the Emperor replied ‘See you took matters into your own hands and splashed water all over his cock and clothes.’ The man said, exposing his wet cock and wet clothes ‘I dare not appear before the Empress this way.’

‘She would think you were dipping your cock where it don’t belong.’ Queen Victoria replied ‘sorry about the wet clothes, bring them let me dry them next to the fire.’

‘Great, now I will be naked and alone with another woman – I would never be able to explain this.’ The Emperor said, as the prisoner dropped her towel in solidarity ‘now you are not the only one naked.’ The prisoner said giving a shy smile, as the Emperor drew her close and planted a deep kiss on her lips, the first she had had since Prince Philip, her husband kissed her farewell and headed to war with the Emperor’s empire, all those years ago.

The prisoner gulped the man’s cock in her mouth, wrapping her tongue around its thickness as he massaged her long dark-brown hair and head ‘Oh Victoria that’s it, suck it real good.’ The Emperor said as he moaned, the woman stopped and looked up at the man and laid next to him and parted her thighs, rubbing her clit with her right hand. Emperor Nas took over, rubbing the slowly erecting organ till it became hard even though it was tiny. He proceeded to kiss her but she gently pushed his head towards the gap in-between her thighs… towards her clit.

He was a novice but there’s a first time for everyone, his tongue was everywhere.

‘Fuck me. Fuck me.’ Queen Victoria was now pleading, her pussy wet with expectation.

The Emperor’s hard cock pushed in-between the Queen’s wet surface as her pussy parted to receive the imperial cock as she moaned, minutes later, the lust-filled man was completely in her…and groaning with each thrust while she moaned deeply.

The Spymaster motioned for one of the guards to come over ‘who is in there with Queen Victoria?’ he asked, ‘the Emperor.’ The guard replied and he was dismissed from his post.

The Spymaster motioned for the other guard to come over ‘who is in there with Queen Victoria?’ he asked, ‘No one Sir, she pleasures herself at this time of the night. She’s surely missing her husband.’ The guard replied, the Spymaster placed a small bag of coins on his left palm and left the guard to guard the prison door as the moans filled the hallway.

Emperor Nas could feel his balls squeezing, he was going to explode anytime soon and so he paused and pulled out his hard cock ‘what are you doing?’ Queen Victoria said putting her fingers into the gaping hole her lovers cock had made in her pussy.

‘I can’t cum in you.’ The man said with a tone of frustration as he began to stroke his cock, to spill his juices on the bed sheet.

‘I have been without child for 15 years…’ Queen Victoria said gently pulling the man close to her ‘are you going to impregnate me with one night of passion.’ She continued giving a wry smile.

‘And I for 10 years…’ Emperor Nas said as he fixed his cock back into the slowly closing gaping hole that was the Queen’s pussy, choosing to believe that one night of passion could not do what several rounds of intercourse with her fugitive husband failed to achieve.

He pushed his cock back in, and the Queen moaned in pleasure as the thrusts restarted before the Emperor’s face began to contort as though he were having a stroke.

‘Argh!’ the Emperor groaned, as he emptied his voluminous semen, deep inside Queen Victoria, before collapsing on her, and as though he had just broken away from a spell, he quickly pulled out from her slippery pussy.

The Emperor warned her never to tell anyone of what had transpired, she was going to be a one-night stand, and he had satiated his lustful desires towards her – he was not going to repeat his father’s mistake with his biological mother. A week later – he was back in-between her fair thighs, emptying himself, deep inside her pussy.

He would came every three days, each time assuring himself it would be the last, finally it became a daily tryst after the Empress went on a pilgrimage to seek “spiritual assistance” to conceive – the Emperor pleaded with Queen Victoria to be his mistress. Only she knew of the same proposal that her lovers late father, had presented to her when he was alive, the irony.

‘My Lord, I have never mentioned this to anyone except you, your father when he was alive, did propose the same thing,’ the woman said resting her head on her lovers’ chest, ‘and?’ the Emperor asked, wanting to know her response.

‘I would have been foolish to say no, and I said no.’ Queen Victoria replied, ‘and now his son wants you to be his mistress.’ The man said, as they both laughed. ‘Spare my husband’s life when you catch him, and when you want a warm body, you can send for me – he won’t protest much, he’d prefer growing up to see his two bastard sons inherit the thrones, he had conquered for them.’ Queen Victoria said, stroking the Emperor’s cock.

‘Is that all? Done.’ The man replied, ‘Yeah right, I will think of more things…’ Queen Victoria replied as she suddenly became silent.

The food rushes through her throat and is only stopped her timely shutting of her mouth, she gets up from the comfortable bed and dashes for the open window where she opens her mouth and it all comes spewing forth and onto the head of the Head of the Guards, who was receiving a blowjob from the wife of a farmer who was imprisoned.

The pair are covered in vomit, they looked up and on seeing Queen Victoria looking down on them. The farmer’s wife would be found drowned having gone for a swim, before he would be found drowned in a pool, the Head of the Prison Guards rushed to inform the Empress.

Meanwhile the Emperor’s wet nurse who raised him when his mother died in childbirth, was brought in, to quietly do some tests using some herbs ‘my Lord, she is with child.’ The wet nurse says as tears flow through her eyes, glad to see the baby she once held, having a baby of his own - the Emperor thanks the elderly woman, pays her and warns her not to reveal this to anyone.

Having managed to muster a large force under the banner of rescuing Queen Victoria and driving out the imperial forces, Prince Philip stood ready to battle Emperor Nas, then the rumors began to circulate in Philip’s camp.

‘According to the law of the Empire, the first child of the Emperor, inherits the throne! The Emperor has fathered a child with Queen Victoria! Not only is he heir to our Kingdom, but also the Empire! I hear there is a general amnesty for those who will decamp!’ the letter read, the rumors spread and it caused men to drop their weapons and cross over to the imperial army, where they were warmly welcomed, leaving Prince Philip and his nephew with only a few loyal men – what was the point of fighting when the Queen had just had an heir that would inherit her land and the empire of his father.

Prince Philip, his sons had fathered with Queen Irene and Queen Victoria were executed, the Empress drowned while having a swim, Queen Victoria became the new Empress. Queen Irene and Queen Regina were kept in the same prison but in a faraway land, they never made it to their destination – Queen Victoria made sure of that.

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The movie came to an end as Simon sighed, wondering if he’d ever fuck a white woman in his life like the black character (Emperor Nas) did in the ahistorical movie he had just finished watching. Mama Comfort had not yet called, had she chickened out? The plan was for her to come the day before she was officially to arrive, so she could “service” Simon for hiring her as a maid in the mansion he had just built, before officially arriving the bustling town of Las Gidi the following day.

The hotel room phone rang ‘Sir, there’s a Mama Comfort here to…’ the receptionist was still talking when Simon interrupted her, instructing the receptionist to let the woman in, as he smiled dropping the phone. 

The End?

Empress Victoria