Chapter 2 - Triumph of the Betrayed

Consumed by her own paranoid envy and cruelty, the sultana was deaf to the fall of her own city. The Copper City had been breached in a silent siege by the nomadic warriors of Tezan. The sultana was so blinded by her plots of power and ambition that she did not realize how her father had formed an alliance with the fearsome Tezan nomads. In exchange for grain and water, the Tezan warriors vowed to help secure the eastern borders of Beraja where the vassals were of greatest discontent.

But her gluttonous father had neglected his end of the bargain and the Tezan were already on the march well before this night. Already having vowed to take what they were promised with force, they had lost all patience for the greedy sultan's delays and disrespect. They arrived at the city using camel skins and sheets covered in sand to camouflage their movements from the city watch. Though strong and diligent, the black skinned warriors could not hope to breach the city's powerful walls nor the gatehouses that guarded the three gateways into the city. They also could not afford to stay outside of the walls for long or else thirst and exposure would destroy them as it did the previous revolt. Their only course of action was to take breech the city by storm or not at all.

Thus, the co-princes of the Tezan Zuhar and Zubai led a band of brave volunteers through a secret passage provided by the Beraja Princesses. The princes had themselves used the passage to sneak out with the lovely princesses and court them under the starry nights before returning them home before dawn. Now the passage would allow small, but disciplined and skilled company to surprise the south-eastern gatehouse and open the gates from within. With the gate guards slain, there was nothing that stopped five thousand heavily armored swift warriors from storming into the city before the city or palace guard could mount a worthwhile defense.

By the time that the royal guard had deployed from the palace, the Tezan warriors were already within the city. Exhausted from countless hours of gangbanging the sultana and distracted from unrestrained thoughts of competing to impregnate the bitch, the royal guard was no match for the Tezan fighters. Even the Tezan were shocked at how easily they had slaughtered Beraja's elite warriors. Those of the city guard who managed to marshal themselves were defeated before they could organize. The remnant fleeing the city and abandoning their own families and people to save themselves.

When the palace was breached, many of the palace guards threw down their weapons and surrendered. Some even offered their own daughters as sex slaves if they would be spared. These men were often killed by their own outraged daughters before they threw themselves upon their conquerors as willing concubines. Soon, at least of the Tezan began to celebrate their victory by breeding the wet and willing pussies of their enemy's daughters. The other half stood guard over the conquered city, barely maintaining the will to join in the orgy of the desirable women of the Copper City. Though disciplined and restrained, the Tezan would not refuse the bodies of those whom gave themselves to them.

Throughout the fallen city, the downfallen nobles could only watch their enemies humiliate them by deflowering and seeding the wombs of their most fertile women. Even temple novices gave themselves happily to the invaders, preferring to be bred by the strangers than be whores to their neighbors. Some fumed as they watched their daughters, sisters and even betrothed abandon them for these dark conquerors. They could not comprehend how their own mistreatment, cruelty and casual disregard could lead so many young women to abandon them in such a way.

Some girls were even shared among brothers, an accepted though uncommon polyamorous practice for the Tezan. Some families had brothers sharing the same wife or each others wives with all children born from these women being considered children to all of the brothers. Twins or other offspring from multiple births were considered multiple parts of the same soul in different bodies. Therefore, sharing one partner between was considered as though they were with the same person.

Seizing residence within the treasurer's home, Quintuplet brothers shared the treasurer's two beautiful daughters between themselves. The girls gave no complaint as their mouths, pussies and anuses were widened with hard man-meat. They tore off their clothes to make it easier for their tanned bodies to be licked and suckled. They encouraged the identical brothers to smother them with their scent and fill them with their seed.

Even the palace servants were more thrilled than terrified at the Tezan invaders. Some were so eager that after one warrior had emptied himself inside of their new lovers, the girls would present themselves to others whom desired them. The only Tezan who were not burying their shafts into a willing pussy were the princes and their personal guard. The royal guards were perplexed at how the slightest gesture of mercy caused these women to throw themselves upon them. 

“Prince Zuhar! Prince Zubai” A scout reported before the muscular princes standing within the ruined throne-room. The twins were both tall and muscular from a lifetime of conflict. Their dark bronze skin covered in scars from many battles, victories and defeats. Their determined eyes were steel grey and fierce to look into even for their own people. Zuhar's black hair was braided in thick dreadlocks while Zubai's was held into a single bun. Zuhar was heavily armored wielding a poleaxe and shield while Zubai was more lightly armored with a recurve bow and twin leaf-blade swords. “It is as the former guard said...the sultan is dead...slain by his own royal guard.”

“What madness drove them to slay their own master?” Zuhar lamented, though he hated the sultan and his selfish ways he was still unhappy to hear of how he and his family died by those sworn to protect them. “What about the princesses?”

“The eldest daughter Sitara was behind the coup. She has taken her younger sisters to the dungeon.” The scout reported. “The guard had not been down there for more than an hour...but she intended to feed them to some creature.”

“I see.” Zuhar was internally furious, but kept his focus. Time was of the essence, there may still be time to save Zaida and Azadi. “Zubai! You're with me! The rest of you secure the palace! Find the grain and water stores! Take whatever booty and treasure you can carry...leave the rest.”

“Brother?” Zuhar regarded his twin patiently. “I've been to the treasure rooms! There are many fortunes within those rooms-”

“We are not here for gold. We are here for justice. For vengeance.” Zuhar corrected his greedy and cynical twin. “That said, our pockets are deep.”

“We can carry quite a lot.” Zubai mused as he drew his twin swords and followed Zuhar towards the dungeons. The battle for the Copper City was over, but victory was worthless if the princes were too late...

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Abandoned by her guards, her family destroyed by her own hand, her short dominion ending before it even started, Sultana Sitara was now paralyzed and trapped within the coils of her own pet cobra. She was more than sufficiently afflicted with venom, her body lying limply within the snake's scaly loops. The two coils around her thighs weren't even needed, the cobra just did so out of habit. 

Sitara was limp with paralysis, but her body could feel far too well. The nude princess would be a sight as everything from her thighs to her head was exposed. Her heaving breasts were tipped with aroused nipples, her brown skin perspiring with sweat from the snake's touch. Her trimmed pubes formed a rough arrow towards her pussy, her pronounced labium glistening with orgasmic juices that spilled down in between the plump cheeks of her rump. 

Naked and helpless, she could not even scream when the snake opened its mouth and began to slowly take in the top of her head. The princess sniffled when she felt her own pet's spittle drip down her luscious hair. Within seconds, she began to feel the same dread that the many whom she'd fed to her pets had also felt. It only took moments for her beautiful face to vanish within the snake's gums. It moved down to the shoulders and soon advanced down towards her breasts.

It had gotten too much practice from its masters victims to see Sitara's heavy breasts as an obstacle. Those tits which had been tasted by the mouths, teeth and tongues of hundreds of oath-breakers were now being sucked into the giant cobra's maw. Much like its sister, the cobra's body was expanding to conform to the shape of the ingested princess. Her shapely and slender torso was gulped down without effort, the snakes jaws gripping hungrily upon the princess's skin.

The snake didn't care for the sound of combat or death above it. It cared only for the copious ass and the trimmed pussy that it tasted as its master was further consumed. No longer necessary, the snake released the girl's thighs as they were to be devoured next after the pelvis was swallowed. Years of patience had paid off for the cobra, it could engorge itself on a meal that always taunted and teased her with her very presence. The cobra's predatory instincts now free to liberate itself and become the master by devouring the naked human who thought she had tamed it.

By the time that the cobra had devoured its master's thighs, the princes of Tezan had descended into the dungeon. The bodies of the slain guards falling down the stairs and leaving crimson paths behind them. The brothers paused when they saw the crimson and black cobra, a pair of dangling feminine legs being sucked into its greedy gullet.

“So they do exist.” Zubai had thought that the giant cobras had been hunted to extinction centuries ago. Now seeing one alive and eating another human was enough to dispel the cynical man's doubts. “Shall I shoot it?”

“Leave it.” Zuhar declared, recognizing the shreds of cloth beneath the serpent's loops. The wiggling feet of the traitorous short-lived sultana vanished within the snake's maw. The crimson-black cobra sensed that it was in no danger and slithered to digest its meal in peace. Zuhar looked past the retreating cobra to another serpent resting with a large part of its body distended with feminine shapes. He saw torn clothing nearby and quickly perceived what had happened. “Go for the fat one.”

“Shouldn't be a hard shot.” Zubai quickly notched an arrow and loosed it from his bow. Despite its engorged state, the cobra swiftly avoided the arrow in a bout of surprising agility. However, the Gold and Black cobra noted how these newcomers were heavily armored in strong steel and were much stronger and more muscular than the humans it was used to eating. It saw Zuhar swing at it and darted to avoid the swing. But it narrowly missed another arrow. Sensing that it was now in danger, the serpent knew that it could not escape in its current state.

Zubai notched another arrow, waiting for the snake to put its full focus on Zuhar. “I think I have a shot-”

“We don't need it.” Zuhar affirmed, watching as a great bulge moved up the cobra's body towards its head. Seconds later, the great snake retched up a nude beauty right into the prince's arms. Seconds later, a second woman was vomited out onto the prince. The spittle covered girls gasped and coughed as the lightened serpent used its regained speed to hastily retreat after her brother. “Are you well?”

“We are...now...” Azadi breathed out, Zaida mashing her lips onto Zuhar's with what little strength she had. “Any longer...and...we would have...”

“Don't think about it...” Zuhar assured as he held Zaida to him. Zubai gave his cloak to Azadi as Zuhar wrapped Zaida in his robe. “It will be alright...”

“Where is she?” Zaida demanded, her blues still brimming in anger. “Where is the whore who did this to us?”

“Sitara? Did she escape?” Azadi asked though she sorrowfully sensed the answer. “She is dead?”

“She will be soon enough.” Zuhar answered, looking towards where the last of the long cobras slithered away into the darkness. “Unless, you want me to save her?”

Azadi thought for a moment and sighed. “She brought this upon herself. Let her lay in the bed that she has made.”

“Speaking of bed may we borrow one for the night?” Zubai asked, stretching his tired back. “Zuhar wouldn't let us have a decent night's sleep till we saved you two.”

“I said that I wouldn't sleep, I never said anything about you staying up.” Zuhar quipped. “But a decent bed would be nice. I don't think anyone wants to stay down here.”

“No! Come on! We shall go to the royal chambers!” Azadi declared as she and Zaida let the victorious princes carry them out of the dungeons. They were in high spirits, but they were fearful that the serpents would return for them. They did not care if one snake was engorged and content while the other would seek its prey among humans who couldn't fight back. They felt no need to tempt fate after narrowly avoiding a terrible end.

The cobra brother soon joined his sister, the serpent looking through the chaos for a meal to replace the one she had just lost...

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They would soon lose the only home that they had ever known. With the Copper City fallen, it was only a matter of time before Beraja's discontent vassals began to tear the sultanate apart. Their family was dead at the hands of their treacherous older sister. Their own people hated them because of their father's actions. They had suffered molestation, humiliation and degradation at the hands of their own royal guards, the very men who had murdered their father. Their own sister had fed them to monstrous cobras for fun. Most people would need a long few days to mourn and collect their minds from grief.

The two princesses couldn't wait that long. They needed to fuck as soon as possible.

Perhaps it was their own lust at play. Maybe the cobra's toxin hadn't fully left their system and was addling their judgement. Or perhaps the stress of everything transpiring around them had broken any reluctance they'd have to gulping down the cocks of their liberators/conquerors. Perhaps spending the night with the princes was their way of dealing with overwhelming grief before it utterly consumed them and drove them mad. They could not know themselves, at least not tonight. 

Azadi was jerking the thick skin of Zubai and sucking upon his massive balls. Zaida had skipped the foreplay and was already on her back shrieking with each deep pump that Zuhar's massive member delved into her vagina. Her massive breasts rocked and heaved wildly and hypnotically, Zuhar's mouth alternating from sucking each of her nipples towards kissing her luscious lips.

“Breed me...breed me my love...make me a mother...make me your bitch...” Zaida didn't even seem to notice the stream of blood dripping down her snatch. The way that she encouraged Zuhar to suck on her large puffy teats made Azadi think that she and the prince had been together in some way before. Just as Azadi herself was well familiar with the taste of Zubai's large glans and the sensitivity of ridge usually covered by his prepuce even when erect.

As she jerked the prince's sheath and sucked from his glans down to his heavy scrotum, Zubai licked and suckled on the princess' needy pussy. Her pulled her out lips and pressed his fingers upon her clit. His tongue teased the opening of her vagina, lapping upon the inner lips around it to drink the wet velvety skin. Her pussy pulsed and convulsed as the princess moaned, Zubai's actions driving her closer and closer to orgasm. Zubai himself was close to coming, but was barely maintaining his self-control to preserve his seed for the princess' womb.

Sensing this through his throbbing cock, Azadi kissed Zubai whose lips were still wet with her vaginal juices. Their tongues intertwining, Azadi deepened the kiss as she got down on all fours. Zubai briefly rested his meaty hard cock over the small of Azadi's back. His fingers dug deeper into Azadi's slit until she felt the shock of orgasm fire through her body. Seeing this, Zubai lined up his shaft with her slit and deftly thrust into her pussy to bypass her hymen. 

Despite the discomfort of her defloration, Azadi couldn't help by twist her hips back to meet Zubai's reserved, but deep invasions into her pussy. Her needy slit clung to the girth of his curved shaft, her vaginal walls being molded to the shape of his cock. Her breath quickened with each thrust, the princess sobbing from the hard bulge delving deeper inside of her. After thorough preparation and foreplay, the prince's fat cock had little resistance from sliding in and out of the former virgin. He shoved his cock deeply inside with a gentle pace, letting her body become accustomed to his massive girth.

The squealing Zaida refused such treatment, her tearful but immodest eyes enticing Zuhar to breed her as deeply and roughly as he could. The prince grunted as he nailed and pumped her vaginal depths with a long cock nearly as thick as an arm. His flexible foreskin gliding within her upon her vaginal walls and his own knobby pink glans. His massive testicles bounced and slapped upon the girl's rump, throbbing to warn of an impending ejaculation. 

Wrapping her arms around Zuhar's neck and her legs around his waist, Zaida did everything to entice Zuhar to spray his spunk inside of her. Zubai's own pumps started to increase in tempo, his deep breathing indicating that he was beginning to lose his self-control as well. The tight fresh pussies of the princesses demanded to be filled and impregnated, the girls needed the princes' essence inside of them. A wish granted when the victorious princes roared and hilted balls-deep into the girls, cement-like semen pouring into their wombs through the open cervix. 

Still hardened, the two princes needed only a small break before they began to co-populate with their princesses again. Zubai pulled Azadi to himself and held her as he fucked her on their sides. His mouth alternated between her mouth and her breasts, his cock loudly packing into her small pussy to mold it to the shape of his dick. All restraint was abandoned and none was asked for, Azadi grabbing his muscular ass to pull him to her and encourage his efforts. They looked into each other's eyes, neither desiring for their lustful entwining to end until they were utterly drenched in the other's scent.

Zuhar had been pushed onto his back, happily allowed Zaida to straddle his bulging cock. She gyrated herself up and down upon the man's crotch, her huge breasts dancing upon her chest with hard nipples standing out on top of her puffy areola. Her bare breasts swayed with the girl's movements, Zuhar leaning up to take one into his mouth and circle her nipple with his tongue. He massaged the underside of her ass with his hands, increasing the speed of the girl's dance. 

Soon Zubai was again humping his shaft into Azadi from behind, the whimpering princess bent over with her hips above her torso. She threw back her head to cry as her ass bounced with each thrust held her ass up while her chest was pressed down upon the bed. Her ass bounced with each of Zubai's thrusts into her cunt. Zubai held onto Azadi's waist to control his ruthless pumps into her wet slick velvety insides. 

From behind him, Zaida was licking the rim of Zubai's rectum and his shaking balls. Her own hips were bouncing and twisting up along the length of Zuhar's member as he laid back and pumped up into Zaida from behind, kissing and licking the small of her back. Zuhar's hands twisting and squeezing Zaida's bust as the younger princess whined erotically. Each girl crying obscenely as huge masses of fleshed continued to grind against the insides of their gripping vaginas.

Each princess would take turns letting both brothers plunge their rods into their pulsating pussies. Zaida's eyes had rolled into the back of her head from the sheer pleasure. Her senses overwhelmed from the pleasure she got from the two brothers sandwiching her between them as they deeply pounded her with a deliberate temp. Azadi shrieked and cried as Zubai's mouth suckled her breast, Zuhar sharing Azadi's slit with his brother to stretch out her lower lips with their dicks. 

After hours of mating, the princes finally relented and fell to sleep. The princesses cuddled with them, their bodies and minds utterly spent from the whirlwind of events that had transpired around them. Perhaps everything moved so fast and so bleakly that the full grief had not hit them. Or perhaps their impending doom from their sister's betrayal caused them to deal with these feelings quicker than normal. 

Either way, they did not regret how gaped open their pussies had become, thick hot cum oozing out of their slits like cream. The stream was joined by the semen that dripped from their tightening rectums. Their breasts were sore and erect from the tongues which had lapped and tasted them. They breathed loudly and deeply, their faces flushed with ardor as they impulsively reached down to touch and rub their pussies more.

“Their first shall be mine.” Zaida teased her sister, putting a hand on her flat belly. “Zuhar's first will be born first.”

“Nonsense, I was first born, so shall Zubai's child.” Azadi laughed, slapping her own belly. “Zuhar may be longer, but Zubai is thicker...”

The sisters cuddled together smiling, their men spooning them from behind. Their cocks rubbing their drenched cunts without resistance from the comforted princesses.

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After a night of plunder and pleasure, the Tezan would leave the broken city just as the sun rose. Though they could carry much treasure, food and grain, the true booty lied in the thousands of Beraja women who joined the Tezan. They went with their new lovers and husbands for a new purpose and to find more fertile lands away from the dying wasteland of Beraja. Let the squabbling lords and starving masses of Beraja destroy other over the ruins.

Leading this departure were the two princes with the princesses of Beraja in their laps. All four were still tired from the hours of sex that they had reluctantly ended. But that did not stop the girls from teasing their new lovers, using the natural motion of their steed to rub their rumps upon the princes' crotches. They would have plenty of time to get used to every inch and tick of each other's bodies, the road to new lands was ever long for the Tezan nomads.

However, they were being followed by another traveler. Two large cobras stealthily stalked the large migration, waiting to pick off any stragglers who strayed or fell behind them. Having already engorged themselves, it would be weeks before they would need to feed again. But there was nothing left for them in the Copper City, those who remained would be easy pickings once the angry people of Beraja learned of its fall and sacking.

“I don't...deserve this...” Within the bowels of the black and scarlet cobra, Sitara lost consciousness, somehow still alive and breathing due to the pores within the snakes scales. Through those pores, enough scant air entered the snake to keep the princess alive for the moment. She would live to feel what her victims felt when she gave them to her pets. She would spend her last days alone within a tomb of flesh that molded around her slender feminine form. Ecstasy and carnality would be unrelenting on her aroused body, the cobra's venom hot within her blood.

Such is her fate, the short-lived Sultana abandoned by her own traitorous guards. Her kingdom destroyed and its people either destroying themselves or abandoning it for other lands. The sisters she so envied and despised would live very happy and fruitful lives in spite of their sister's actions. The glorious city which her ancestors had built was in ruins and would soon be swept away by the sands of time. Sitara herself was utterly alone, betrayed and devoured by her own serpent. 