“Birthmother?” Prince Mathew inquired.
“It’s a long story.” I said, and left him to be babysat by Brianna while I strolled over to Certiok. I greeted her with our typical animalistic kiss, grabbing and squeezing her ass until my fingers disappeared in the fat. I didn’t doubt that Prince Mathew’s eyes were bugging out of his head, but I also didn’t really care too much.
“You’re manning the booth today?” I asked her when we parted.
“Eva put me up to it.” Certiok rolled her eyes to the carny hat atop her braided head, “We had a bet, I lost. Who’s the human staring at us?”
“Prince Mathew Dreus.”
“Oooo, royalty.” She cooed, looking over my shoulder at him, “He’s a cutie pie.”
“And a virgin.” I grinned, tossing her a gold piece.
“Adrianna,” she said in a low voice, “what are you going to do to that poor, innocent boy?”
“So many terrible, terrible things,” I chuckled, taking the bow and arrow from her. “Wish me luck!”
“No!” She giggled, “I rather see you with clown-face on.”
“You’ll be disappointed.” I said over my shoulder, then stepped to the challenger’s podium, and nocked my arrow. Eva whipped an orc hard across the back, the sadistic delight shining bright her eyes. Then those eyes fell on me, and they widened.
“Not you, you fucking—”
And I shot the arrow over the heads of the spectators, across the stage, and right into the bullseye at the top of the carousel. The chains around the orcs’ necks released. There was a beautiful moment when Eva stared in slack-jawed horror, and the orcs grinned back at her with vengeance in their eyes. Then she turned on her heel, and sprinted for the tent. But Soraya was faster, and she pounced on her Domina.
“No! No! No!” Soraya scolded Eva, “This was the game, Domina, and you have to follow the rules!”
“Adrianna, you whooOOOOORE!” Eva’s shout turned to a scream as she was picked up by her hair, then her scream was silenced when a fat orc cock was shoved down her throat. Another orc took his position beneath her, and a third took his position behind her, and she was simultaneously penetrated in both holes, the meat stretching her elastic entrances to their limits. The other three orcs surrounded her, one wrapping a collar around her neck, another whipping her across the back, a third taking off the nipple clamps Eva had bestowed upon him and returning them to their rightful owner. Soraya was left pitifully unattended, and had to tap one of the orcs on the shoulder to get his attention, then presented her body with open arms and a hopeful smile. She was grabbed, and given what she was owed.
The crowd cheered, and I bowed, and hopped from the challenger’s podium. I received pats on the back, smacks on the ass, and I made out with a few strangers before I got back to Brianna and Prince Mathew.
“Show off.” Brianna sneered, unabashedly eye-fucking me.
“How could you?!” Prince Mathew exclaimed, “She was your friend, and you—”
“Gave her exactly what she wanted?” I laughed, “Eva’s a dom, so the only way she can get off being a sub, is if she’s forced into the situation. Why do you think she designed the game that way?”
“She doesn’t seem to be enjoying herself.”
“Look closer, Your Highness.” I chuckled. One of the orcs shifted his hips, giving everyone a clear view of Eva, her back forced upright, her legs forced wide apart, one cock driving into her ass, one cock driving into her pussy, and a third cock -her cock- was curving back and leaking with pleasure. Cum dripped like lava from the tip, spurting thick ropes every time the orc behind her jammed his cock against her prostate. I though Prince Mathew’s jaw might fall off.
“Oh,” Brianna pinched his cheek, “is it bigger than yours?”
“Don’t touch me!” He tried to slap her hand away, but it was already gone.
“Brianna, didn’t I tell you to be nice?” I scolded.
“I’ve been trying to be nice, but every time a drop a hint, he just trips right over it!” She threw up her hands, “Good God, Your Highness, do you need me to suck your cock for you to pick up what I’m putting down here?”
Prince Mathew blushed to the roots of his hair, and Brianna’s face fell in shameful realization.
“Aw, shit.” She muttered, “What are you? Sixteen? Seventeen?”
“Eighteen.” He mumbled.
“Your dad sent an eighteen-year-old virgin to be the ambassador to Alkandra?” She asked incredulously, “What was he thinking?”
“He sent me here because I’m a homosexual.”
“Oh.” Brianna straightened up, and tidied her robes, “Well, now I feel a lot less insulted. Whew, I was worried for a second.”
“You narcissistic bitch!” I laughed.
“Guiltyyyyy.” She sang and threw her arm around Prince Mathew’s shoulder, “Hey bro. One time, back when I was a dude, I got really drunk with another dude, and we were out on patrol by ourselves with nothing to do, and you know… what I’m saying is, there’s nothing to be ashamed of. In case you haven’t noticed by now, being gay isn’t exactly exotic over here in Alkandra.”
Prince Mathew snarled, shook off Brianna’s arms, and sprinted straight for the stadium.
“Damn, what’s up his ass?” Brianna mused.
“Low hanging fruit, Brianna.”
“Are you gonna pick it? Or are you just gonna let it rot?”
“Fine. It’s what isn’t up his ass that’s the problem.”
“That’a girl.” Brianna grinned, then cocked her head as she watched the prince scramble around the corner. “Alexa’s in there. I wonder what she’ll make of our wayward royalty?”
“You think she’ll have more luck with him than we did?”
“She has the prerequisite equipment, but… she’s Alexa. We need someone with a firmer hand.”
“Our enforcer is out of commission for the moment.” I said, gesturing to the triple-stuffed Eva Alecia.
“She has too firm a hand anyway. I was thinking someone whose persuasive skills were more refined.”
I chuckled, “I’ll send Furia a messenger bird.”
ALEXA
I wiped my brow, and sighed. The late summer sun was brutal near the bay, and the humidity wasn’t much better. At least I’d forgone modesty a while ago. I took off my shirt, then my pants, then just decided work boots were the only clothes I needed for the day. I often made that decision, and it was distracting for my project leaders. I had to relieve them with my body just to get their focus back on the task at hand. There you go again, blaming other people for being a slut. I thought with a smile to myself. I guessed I still needed excuses for getting gangbanged by my subordinates. It was just a tiny piece of the old Alexa I kept for myself, maybe for nostalgia. Maybe I just liked playing a part while ten orcs ravaged my holes. Unfortunately, there were no orcs in the stadium.
“Tim!” I called to my partner, “Tell the big fellas to take a break! It’s too hot to work!”
Tim waved a massive hairy hand from the bottom of quarry, put down his saw, and left for break. We’d made great strides since dawn, and only the last few flights of risers needed to be levelled out before the stadium was done. I inspected the thirty-foot statue of an orc stabbing a centaur behind me, and then my eyes fell on a lone human sprinting through the entrance and plastering himself to the statue’s base right beside me. He looked over his shoulder, breathing heavily, then he sighed, and slid down the wall into a sitting position.
“Hey.” I said to him.
He was so startled that his circlet leapt right off his head.
“You’re the ambassador, right?” I asked, sitting down beside him, “You spent your whole life in the architectural wonder that is Ardeni Dreus, so you tell me; what am I missing with these towers?”
“W-w-what?” He stammered frightfully.
“I wanted the base structure to be brutalist, but the statues give it kind of a neoclassical look. I really like how it’s turned out -a clash of modern and antiquity-, but there’s something missing, and I don’t get what.”
He blinked stupidly for a second, then adjusted the circlet on his head. “Um… your windows are the wrong size for brutalist architecture.”
“How do you mean?”
“They’re too well-proportioned within the frame of the tower. What you have is a strange amalgamation of gothic and brutalism for your base structure. Too plain to be gothic, but too proportioned to be purely brutalist.”
“Huh,” I mused, “shit, you’re right. I’ll have to change the windows.”
“You can also just fill in some if you’re really going for that post-fascist-dystopian look.” He gestured to the classical statures around us, “Echoes of empires lost clashing with the modern sentiment dying mysticism.”
“No, I wanted to convey more of a new-world kingdom feel. More optimistic.”
“Then bigger windows are your solution.”
“Well, thanks a ton mister…”
“Prince Mathew Dreus.” He said, taking my hand.
“Prince? Was I supposed to curtsy?”
“With what?” He laughed, and then quickly averted his wandering eyes from my crotch. That little action put all the pieces into place.
“Did Brianna and Adrianna chase you off?”
“Mostly Brianna.”
“She can be really forward, can’t she?” I chuckled, “Everything’s a joke to her. She doesn’t want you to take her seriously until she’s got your cock in her mouth, then all of the sudden you realize she wasn’t joking at all.”
“Yeah.” He snorted.
“Well, besides all the debauchery, how do you like the city?”
“It’s well planned. You can see how things are accounted for with care, the spatial separations are good, the city flows well. The sooner you get your hands on the shanties, the better.”
“Alkandra can’t be a soulless engineering project. I have built the foundation of it, but the real city must grow on its own.”
“That’s an interesting philosophy.”
“It’s Alkandra’s philosophy. This place doesn’t judge you for who you are or what you want, only for your ability to get it.”
He snorted. “They say the same thing about Ardeni, but that’s simply not true. Oh, if you’re a commoner, you can be free as a daisy, but there can be no flowers in the High Court.”
“Maybe it’s good your dad sent you here then.” I said, my pinky interlocking his. He looked into my eyes, and I smiled gently into his, “Did you notice that no one followed you, Prince Mathew? Can I call you Matt? The reason no one followed you, is because they knew you didn’t want to be followed. And now here you are, alone in the place with me, and no one’s watching us.”
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