Chapter 1 - Interrupted Lia time

“I need them done now, not in two hours, now.” Long green hair sways behind a mature woman in an elegant white robe that shines with golden adornments. Viridescent eyes glare with no small amount of annoyance as she scurries around scolding caterers and decorators. “I ordered this done weeks ago, it’s the Queen’s birthday, why am I just seeing it finished now!?”

It’s enough to give her a migraine.


The greenette’s head finally ceases to pound as her hands move gracefully with a brush across delicately pampered aqua hair. This hair is something she’d give her whole day to it if she could. “Thank-you Maris!” Everything is worth it to see her Lia glowing with joy, but those bliss filled words are enough to melt her heart all over again nonetheless.

“So do you think Darling is gonna be impressed when he sees all the work we’ve put into today?” Lia asks. Feet kicking happily in her seat, a little puff of contentment on her cheeks. “I bet he’s gonna fall for me all over again. You think we can finally have a honeymoon after this?”

“That might not be the best idea. We are still at war with Zeth.” Maris reminds. “Leaving the kingdom could cause trouble.”

“They should just bow down to us already.” Lia hums in satisfaction as she looks at the mirror on the stand in front of her.

“Maybe in time-” Maris’ statement is interrupted by the explosive patoom of doors being thrown open in a mad dash through the castle. “-Rance will learn to use doors normally.”

“I like it, it shows his enthusiasm.” Lia chimes a little in thought. “Wait, he only does that when he’s rushing off. He’ll miss the party!” Lia jumps to her feet.

“Wait, wait, you need to finish getting dressed.” Maris says, grabbing her arm to stop her from running off practically nude. “I’ll go stop him okay?”

He’ll regret getting in the way of Lia time.

Maris hardly cares about the gazes that land on her generous features as she walks through the castle grounds. Rarely is she on the grounds and not up in the actual castle, so her bust is a treat for the eyes of all. She hardly cares because there are more important things, like stalking after the vagabond king. The starstruck peasants visiting to trade something or other form a good trail Maris is well versed in traversing.

“I really wish he would be more responsible.” Maris huffs, crossing her arms under her chest and groaning to herself. What if she can’t find him before he takes off? It’s happened before, Lia will be so disappointed it might just ruin her birthday. If she has to see her Lia mope instead of smile on her birthday there will be actual hell to pay. She will tie him up, head to Japan, and throw him in a hell hole.

It’s when she’s following the path that she hears it just around the corner. A sound burned into her memory, burned into her being. “Gahaha!”

Her footing is skittish as she jumps, and she almost bowls herself over when she takes off after it but she survives the mistake with her dignity intact by sheer matter of determination and luck. Not that it matters, none of it matters but Lia’s birthday. She dances around a building and stops dead when she sees brown hair and green. So much green. It’s one of the few blessings in this world that Rance’s outfit is basically obsessively emerald.

No one would think him regal on sight, a little roguish maybe, bot not regal; that’s just one of the few charms about him. Even as a king he’s basically the same person. Loud and so in your face you couldn’t ignore him if you went blind.

A quick look around him reveals the brown eyed Menad, a girl with blue hair that reminds one of Lia. Everyone but Rance of course, as if he remembered Lia he wouldn’t be laughing with Menad instead of getting ready for the Queen’s birthday!.

“Rance!” She shouts from right behind him, and with a somewhat sadistic grin she grabs his shoulder and drags him away when he jumps in place. She takes more than a little joy in how Menad stares at her like a peasant girl in a jewelry store; bewildered and honestly a little jealous. It’s the little things in life, really.

“It’s Lia-sama’s birthday you ungrateful-how could you even begin to think of going out?” She grumbles in demand as she pulls him around the corner. Being sure to bump him against a wall for good measure once they’re out of Menad’s sight. She’ll have to thank Kanami, after-all it’s very likely Menad was only there to stop the king because Kanami caught on and told her to be there.

Finally, once they’re far away from the second in command of the red army she lets the struggling king go, spinning on her heel to stare him down and tap her toes against the ground. “It’s Lia-sama’s birthday!”

“Like I care about that, I heard there’s a place that’s a paradise for men in the south.” Rance says, rubbing his chin and grinning lewdly. “It has cute girls.” He rubs his chin and grins lewdly.

“There are cute girls here for you.” Maris huffs, allowing Rance to admire the way her chest bounces with her heated breath.

“Oh? You just don’t want to share me do you?” Rance laughs, hands landing on his sides as his chest puffs out. “You want me right now!”

“Of course-” Maris begins in denial, before a stray thought lands into her mind. A devious one, one that would ensure Lia’s smile this evening. “-that’s exactly it. I want to unwrap Lia-sama’s present before her, and I can’t do that if you run away. Please stay.”

Rance grabs her hand and starts to pull her away. “Gahahahaha! I knew it! No woman can resist me!”

The knight’s stables are not the most dignified place Maris has ever found herself dragged by a man, but then there’s not a lot of dignified places to get dragged by anyone really. That being said Rance is really the only man to drag her anywhere so it’s not like she has a huge amount of examples to judge the stables with.

All that is important is that it is remote, hidden, and there are no witnesses. With a quick look around she manages to discern that the only ones around are them, well and horses.
“So, what did you want to do to me so much that it couldn’t wait till tomorrow?” Rance asks, giving her a lewd stare that only makes her sigh internally. Her Lia had to fall in love with an inconsiderate pig.

Still, this is for Lia. It’s not like she’s going to enjoy spending time with his thick juicy weapon of bliss - not at all. She’s just doing her duty for her friend and queen. But what to do? It’s hard to engage him, normally he just takes charge. He never spends time to stare at her with mirth filled orbs of- he’s mocking her. “Well first I want to taste you.” She provides with only a little rage bleeding through. Just a wee bit. She imagines he finds it exotic or something equally embarrassing and shameless. “To make sure you’re in top condition for Lia-sama’s birthday of course.”

His stare gains a little heat to it, if by a little one means the sun on a summer’s day. It’s almost enough to make her squirm a little in place. To think not so long ago she was willing to do anything to get this man away from Lia for even another second, now she’s slipping the red ribbon from her collar to the dirty floor to please him.

She takes care in the way her fingers rub her shoulders as they dig under the top of her robe and part it to reveal more skin. “Of course I couldn’t taste you without a show,” she teases with a bit more confidence, “a little one at the very least.” With that she lets her robe slip over her shoulders.

Flames shoot up to her cheeks as her shirt slips down her back and her breasts jump out to greet him. It hardly helps that his eyes greet them back with clear and obvious pleasure. “You don’t have to stare.” She gulps.

“I do.” He asserts, “One of my women is stripping right in front of me I have to stare.”
She squirms a little, struggling to hold in a bit of embarrassment at his bold words. She covers her hard nipples to give herself a moment of mental preparation before he outright claps. “Huh?” Her eyes move to his and in that moment he moves forward-

“-Gah-don’t grab them already!” She scolds Rance as she takes in the feeling of his hands engulfing the underside of her lovely rich tits, squeezing their soft heat to his heart’s content. It causes her to jump and throw her hands up which just makes things worse as he takes full access.

“Can’t help it.” He laughs at her.

Her forest green hair flows down her back, gently creating a maidenly feel to a woman who’s anything but an innocent maiden. She takes a little solace of the feel of it against her flushed skin.

“Mine.” He asserts, squeezing a stiff nipple between his fingers with a devilish smirk that widens evilly when she moans.

That smirk is part of what made Lia fall in love with him, the confidence he exuded even while raping them. It brings back oddly pleasant memories. “Aauh-not so rough!”

“You want me to stay right?” Rance grips her breasts tightly, smooshing them fully together just to watch them move and mush. “I’ll stay if you impress me.” He grinds them against each-other without a hint of shame.

So it’s this kind of game, she finds herself thinking with the slightest of smiles. This game is one she knows well and it’s not exactly a difficult choice. “I-hyaah!” He suddenly moves forward to engulf one of her nipples with his lips, gently biting down in just the right way to make her squirm. “Hey-aah- wait I haven’t even answered yet!” She cries out. “Stop for a second!”

With a chuckle he backs off, “you shouldn’t just stand there being a tease then. What was I supposed to do?”

With a thwop Maris is on her knees and her hands are on his legs. She smiles up at him and slides them up his thighs as if getting a good feel for his sturdy muscles. “You’re supposed to give me time to enjoy the moment.” She teases and unzips him, taking joy in how his meaty rod thwicks out of his pants and onto her cheek with a wet thwap.

Her hands roam up his legs, taking care in feeling every inch of his figure on their journey to wrap his length and gently squeeze it. Her send flows over the tip gracefully before joining the first around him to really engulf him. “Did you get bigger?” She asks, staring at it a little cross eyed.

“Of course not, it’s just been too long since you’ve had such a good look!” He laughs, reaching forward and gripping the back of her head.

“Wait, I’ll do it just give me a second.” She grumbles, gently stroking him with flicks of her fingers. She wrings his cock with her palms, making sure to squeeze in separate directions with each hand. “I just want to make sure it’s as big as we can get it first.”
With a twist and a slick wet rub she watches his cock move to the feel of her hot breath on its mushroom head. “It doesn’t seem to be getting any bigger.”

“I’m already at full power, just do it. Unless you want me to leave…”

With the weight of sacrifice Maris pulls him down to press into her cheek more fully, allowing him to truly feel the warmth of her skin on him. “Don’t do that, I got it.” She blows a steady stream of heavy air down on his length as she lowers herself. Once she gets to his balls she pushes her tongue out of her mouth, tentatively sliding it against them. “Hmm..” She pushes, and feels for his balls in his sack, one accounted for, then the other. He’s surprisingly clean, just as she remembers.

“Gah-” the noise he makes sends a thrill through her spine, and she can’t help but scoop his balls up with her tongue. “Mmff.” She allows a little chime as she pulls one into her mouth and sucks on his round cum pusher.

It’s with that Rance glides his strong hand onto the back of her head again. This time it’s a different kind of need that guides him, not forcefulness but a fidgety necessity. The need to do something with his hands while he’s pleasured, to not stand still. His fingers gently entrench in her hair as his sack is slathered by her rapidly producing drool. “Mmm-” She closes her eyes and takes in his powerful manly smell, before pulling the neglected ball and giving it an aggressive tongue bath that he can’t help but wish would never end.

She hums gleefully and looks up at him with lustful eyes that manage to get him a little more riled up despite his previous statement. Without warning she begins to stroke him against her face again, using her cheek as a counter texture for her soft and quickly wetting hands from his pre.

Her ministrations get serious, overcoming his will and quickly lubing him with pre from the way her elegant fingers dance and wring it from him.

It’s only when she feels him begin to pulse and writhe against her cheek that she finally permits his soaking balls to leave her mouth so she can slide her tongue up his shaft. All at once she releases the built up saliva over his tip to completely cover his cock.

Fully soaked in her enthusiasm she swirls her tongue in daring circles around his tip and sucks him into her lips with a passionate moan. She glances up again just to make sure he’s appreciate it. She can’t help but think of how annoyed Lia would be that she’s not making him feel this way on her birthday, and in this moment she doesn’t really care that much. She’ll get him later, of that she’s making sure of. “Mmm!” She swoops down his cock, fully suffocating its first few inches with a lip locked seal. Her sloppy lips glide down so her tongue can swoop back and forth just a little further along his glands.

With a happy hum at his grunt she swoops down quickly, teasing the side of his cock with her left cheek, before pulling back and then teasing it with her right. She doesn’t waste a lot of time, having had her fun with his balls and decides to devour his whole length in one powerful bob of her hands. It’s sad to have to remove her fingers from him, but she gets the feeling he understands.

She begins to happily shift her chest against his legs, when she pulls back and pushes down his length again, “hm-mm!” He finally gets impatient with her and pulls her to his crotch so she moves her hands to his thighs for a counter balance and happily rolls her eyes at him.

She waits there, locking eyes and slathering him just to make sure he gets the hint.
When he pushes her back to his tip she’s happy he got it, almost as happy as she is to take charge and slap his pelvis with her lips on the push back. “Hehmm!” When he pops into the entrance to her throat she can’t help but wonder at how she gags. It’s not normal for her, maybe she’s just been with too many subpar men to aid Lia’s position as of late. At least, she finds herself amending, she has Rance to practice on right now.

She glides back up him as he pushes her, their cooperative game moistening her lower lips just a little. “Haah-” she sucks in air as quickly as she can “-oomf!” Before she’s right back where she started. This time without her own will.

Being used like this so suddenly spreads the heat down from her cheeks. Within a dozen thrusts she finds herself rubbing her legs together, enjoying the soaking between her thighs a little more with every thrust.

She finds her eyes fogging with bliss and fading not out of reality - her breaths really are enough honest - but into a pleasured haze so potent she’s honestly caught completely by surprise when without any warning she can recall his fearsome and potent hero’s heat floods her throat.

She feels it build there as he holds her against him, gulps it down greedily just to egg him on, and just as he’s about to spurt his last shot of hero juice she pushes back against him so that his final blast fills her mouth.

She leans back into the hay behind her, “aah-haah,” With a teasing look up at him she opens her mouth and happily stirs his cum with her tongue. Making him watch her enjoy the sweet taste of victory.

She makes him watch for a small eternity before she finally swallows with an audible gulp. “Hauuuh~” She almost sings a little with satisfaction. The leery grin he gives her finally makes her remember where she is and what she’s doing and she can’t help but wish she’d maybe been just a little bit quieter with that.

“That was great.” He says. “But not quite impressive.”

“Gah-liar…” She groans. There’s no way he wouldn’t be happy with that. There’s no damn way he expected that and it’s definitely the best head he’s gotten anytime recently. Well, except maybe whatever Sill does, he really seems to like that girl. A little too much honestly, he should be spending that time with her Lia. Still, once he says something he sticks to it. “Not enough to make you stay?” She asks.

“Nope.” He doesn’t really wait to push her back, making her flop into the soft hay beneath her.

“Heheh.” She lifts her legs and slips her fingers under her tight ass so she can slip the bottom of her robe to her thighs. He pulls it the rest of the way.

She’s left with white stockings which stick wetly to her shins, and shoes that he removes a moment later without the slightest concern. Other men might take a moment to enjoy her feet but one thing she has to give to Rance is that he’s admirably goal oriented.

Instead he drops his own pants to the stable floor, giving her a moment to take in the sweaty smell of the horse home while he removes his shirt and armor. She decides to admire the muscled tone of the self proclaimed hero, while he admires how her juices are dripping down her ass and creating a truly glistening glaze. That blowjob might have been a bit too intense she decides. Great practice though, really.

“Hay is surprisingly comfortable.” She comments, surprised her ass isn’t hurting. He grabs her ankles and spreads them around his waist instead of answering.

Maris realizes with a start that she needs to hit him with the contraceptive spell. She’s already got it charging when “you should probably test this part for Lia too.” He teases her and she remembers what she’s doing for the millionth time in her opinion. It’s Lia’s birthday today, it’d be a betrayal to disable his ability to make her a bloaty Lia.

“Of course, I wouldn’t be very good at my job if I didn’t.” She plays along. With a mere moment of contemplation she decides to simply make him pull out. She makes lots of people do lots of things, and it’s not like he’s exactly hard to control. Even now she’s controlling him by not asking him to pull out, since he’ll respond with something like ‘Rance cums where he wants and then she’ll be a very pregnant Maris. Possibly.

She’s startled back into reality from her thoughts when he steps in and kneels in the hay. He leans into her, lining himself right up with her standard issue hungry hyper weapon holster.

With a slap against her ass cheeks just to make her gasp he tests her wetness by roughly plunging in.

It takes a moment for her brain to properly accept the signals assaulting her. Overwhelmed doesn’t begin to describe how she feels with every fold forcefully shifted out of the way of his powerful spear at once. “Gyaaahh!” She finds herself crying out. “Huaah!” Especially as his lips clamp around her left nipple in sync with the way his fingers tweak her right. “Rance! Too much!” She complains. “Not so rough so quickly!”

“Your body is telling me otherwise.” He mocks. She can’t really argue either, with every slip of his tongue and pinch of his fingers she finds her soaking lower depths giving him a spasmic tight kiss.

Her legs tighten around his waist in response instead, and she allows her fingers to indulge in his rough hair. “Just take it slow okay? I want to savor you before Lia takes you.”

“Gahaha! You can have me as much as you want!” He slaps his hips against hers and jabs into her, not even giving her time to moan before he pulls out and hammers back. The wet slap of their hips is enough to draw the eyes of the horses but that’s hardly his concern.

“Uaah! Haah! Remember we need to walk after this!” Her last plead is a dumb one, they both know it, and Rance doesn’t even bother mocking it. He just bites down, grips her spare tit tightly, presses his spare hand into her supple ass and pounds her into the hay.

“Gah-aau-aah-Rance! Haah-” her moans explode out of her just like her slippery juices, every thrust reminding her pussy of exactly who belongs there in this moment,“-Faster!”

“Gau-That’s more like it!” Rance takes just a moment of care to stir her insides before he becomes one with a jackhammer, abusing her insides in a way only he could. In another world with weaker rules her eyes might become stars, instead they fill with lust and she scratches at his back with her nails, scraping alongside his chiseled shoulders in a blissful frenzy.

“Gah-haah-uuuup!” With a cackle like chuckle reminiscent of a magicvision villain he moves his hand off her breast to grip her other ass cheek, then mid thrust bucks up and jumps to his feet - bringing her with him from the hay.

“Hau-wha?” She questions at the sudden movement and latches onto him with her arms. He jumps into her with each step towards the wall. He lets gravity get him as deep into her as possible with every bounce.

“Hau-aah-so rough-haah-more!”

He rests her against the wall but by no means it is a ‘rest.’ He presses his weight against her so he can remove his hands from her lovely ass and grip her generous globes instead. With a flick they’re pressed against each-other, pulled aside and slapped back in tandem with a drilling of her insides even the queen would - and has - admired. Fallen in love with really.

He lets them bounce, sinks his hands in and jumps even faster. Allowing her place against the wall and his leg muscles to create a pace that’d be truly cruel in a lesser woman.

His thick and regal scepter grows thicker within the head maid and more potent with every hammer of her being, swelling in compliments to the maker of this wonderful woman. She rewards him with another slip and grip of her tightly ridged folds. “Hah-haah-gonna cum!” He more informs her than warns. “Get ready!”

“Hah-aah-naaayh-aa-” Her eyes, previously in a haze come out just a little at his proclamation. The memory of her decision to make him pull out coming back but with no answer to how she’s supposed to stop him yet ready all she can do is curl her toes, take his lips, and hump down onto his cock as it fires its imperial juices deep into her needy spasming womb. Every push of the thick evidence of their coupling drives her a little closer, and the final blast directly against her womb causes her to lose herself. Her cervix flutters as if in love, sucking in as much of it as she can get. “Really shouldn’t have let you do that.” She gasps out, struggling not to collapse against him.

He doesn’t bother to figure out what she means however, quickly sweeping her thoughts away by continuing to thrust as if he hadn’t even cum. He’s at his previous pace in an instant and she decides to just figure out how to stop him next time. Once isn’t exactly a huge deal, Rance has a history of not knocking anyone up in one go.

“Haau-aau-aah-ah!” Maris’ voice comes out in what could almost be called a rhythmic purr as Rance drills her into the wall from behind, hands reaching around her back and under her shoulders to grip her breasts and squeeze her nipples at the end of every thrust.

“Guaaaahhh!” Thick seed floods her depths with enough volume to spill out onto her thighs. Okay, twice isn’t so bad.

"Haaauu-gah-aaah-Gonna!” Rance cheers her on as he pounds her into the hay yet again. He could swear the horses are looking on jealously and more than a few people have come by to glance in before running away with a blush.

Maris’ flowing pussy doesn’t hesitate to orgasm at his announcement, fluttering her womb for his next great flood.

Her mind is notably absent, thoughts filled with nothing but bliss...

“Nnn…” Maris’ eyes slowly flutter open in a way not so dissimilar to what her womb was doing the entire night as daylight hits them from the door. A door which is conveniently open. She looks to her side, and notices multiple horses missing. She looks to her other side just to make sure - and spots him splayed out next to her. Then down at the pool of cum dousing the hay bed and giving her ass a nice coating. “You know, all things considered, that was nice. Why don’t we do that more often?”

She rubs her eyes, sits up, stretches out and yawns.

“Because you can’t ruin the queen's birthday just any day.” A voice says from beside her, one she recognizes but is definitely not Rance. Her eyes dart to see flowing purple hair, an orange jumpsuit, and- “oh no.” Maris gasps, hand jumping to her mouth. “No, no no no-”

“Oh yes.” Another voice says, dripping with rage.

With a glance back she sees the golden ornaments sticking from her head first. Not at all the tired eyes, or the black bags under them that tug at her heartstrings.

Maris gulps loudly, taking in the very distinct difference between the king and the queen. One satisfied, sleeping well, positively glowing with help. The other, shaking with rage and scaring the horses.

“I can explain?” 

