Brown Dust 2: The Iron Moan-arch

[daxg2001]

WARNING: The following is a work of erotic fan fiction. The events of which are completely made up and did not happen, and are no true reflection of the characters, video games, settings etc depicted or referenced within. Fantasy is legal. This material is unsuitable to be viewed by those under the legal age limit of viewing pornographic material in your current country of residence. All characters depicted in this fiction are over 18 years of age. I do not own Brown Dust 2 or any of its characters.

Starring: Iron Monarch Wilhelmina (Brown Dust 2)

Brown Dust 2: The Iron Moan-arch

An erotic video game fan-fiction story.

Written by DaxG2001 (daxg2001@yahoo.co.uk)

Codes: Cons, MF, oral, anal.

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“Begone! Get out of my sight!”

With a rude snap and the tap of her shining, metal rapier weapon on the floor of the Tavern, the beautiful and curvaceous Queen of Beirun, the Iron Monarch, Wilhelmina sent the young man scurrying away as she glared. The stacked blonde with long hair down to her thick hips was clad in a regal but form-fitted attire of primarily a skin-tight blue bodysuit that hugged her juicy, massive ass with thigh-high heeled boots just underneath. A white with gold buttoned and trip top covered her equally huge and rounded breasts, and she wore long white gloves along with a short cape of white with black spots and lavish bows on the shoulders of blue and white. Her beautiful face currently had a less than pleased expression as if being in a lowly, commoner Tavern like this was beneath her.

“The nerve of these peasants…” Wilhelmina shook her head as her golden hair swayed slightly. “Have they never seen royalty before? Even if I come from another land…” She lamented to herself with a sign. “How long will this so-called ‘leader’ of that rag-tag group take?? They said ‘wait at the Tavern’… There can’t possibly be too many of these places in a lowly land like this, surely!” She rather arrogantly said as she stood in the corner of the room. A clear aura of intimidation kept the rest of the patrons away from her and an uncomfortable feeling in the building. “It’s quite disgraceful… Making a Queen wait to be ‘hired’… I should just march out with my own army and deal with this Warlock business myself! Rather than…” She began to rant even if it wasn’t directed at anyone in particular despite how many were in the room.

However, her words stopped when the door into the Tavern opened up and she locked onto a sight that instantly gained her attention. A far more muscular, taller and noticeably handsome man to the rest of the peasants here. One with slight scars on his powerful arms, shown off by the rather plain, brown-coloured clothing of a short-sleeved thick top and long pants to match, with a satchel rested on his hip with shoulder strap with the metal sword and shield on his back of a Warrior.

“Ah… You’re this Queen that I’ve been hearing about…” The man began to smile and with an air of confidence immediately walked right over to where the blonde stood. “Wilhelmina, is it? The one who has been making all my friends really uncomfortable by refusing to leave here?”
“Excuse me? Even if you appear to be a Warrior of some higher status compared to most of the peasants here…” Wilhelmina noted as she cast an eye over the very impressive form. “You will address the Queen of Beirun in the proper manner!” She arrogantly said. “And I am simply waiting for these ‘companions’ to arrive for an important quest, that’s all!” She added but didn’t deny the fact she wasn’t making herself much of a welcome guest either.
“Heh… My apologies, your Majesty…” He pandered to her ego but still grinned as he looked her over. “It’s not every day we get some real royalty around here! Especially from another land…” He raised a hand to point a thumb at himself. “The name’s Dirk. Resident Mercenary, town defender and all-around pride of the town! Sometimes not even for the right amount of coin!”
“Ah! A cut above the usual lot, are you?” She raised an eyebrow but with a more interested tone now. “You might be exactly what I’m looking for… Being stuck here in this ghastly place is unbefitting of the Iron Monarch.” She claimed and raised her weapon to use it to point at the built man. “You shall accompany me and we will put an end to this Warlock nonsense so I can return to my Kingdom as quickly as possible!”

“Oh? Well, that’s an interesting offer, my Royal Highness…” Dirk spoke with an amused tone, unfazed by her strong attitude and intimidating presence. “But what’s in it for me?”
“W-What do you mean, what’s in it for you?” Caught off guard by him not just agreeing right away, Wilhelmina glared at the Warrior. “Being in the service of the Queen of Beirun should be an honour for any man! Peasant, Lord or otherwise!”
“Maybe back in your home, it is! But around here, things cost a pretty coin…” The man said with a smile. “But since you’re a smart ruler, and I’m a fair mercenary, I think we could work out a deal… Or better yet, perhaps a wager to earn you my services?” He offered.
“Wager, you say?” She raised an eyebrow again. “I’m not one for losing any battle… A Queen never shows weakness… And I never break, and rarely bend…”

“It’s real simple… You and me are gonna head off and we’ll have a little one-on-one ‘duel’ shall we say…” Dirk claimed with a chuckle as he glanced over her. “You win? I’ll follow you around for this quest or whatever… But when I win? I mean, if I win? Then you will be the one listening to me! And not just clearing out of here to let all my friends enjoy a tankard in peace!”
“Ha! A battle? You disappoint me…” Wilhelmina now smirked with arrogance. “I thought you might have a brain in there to go with all the muscles, but it seems I was mistaken. Very well! I accept your duel.” She easily was drawn in and stepped forward. “Let us fight outside. That way, I can…” She began to say with her rapier raised as she assumed it would be a clash of swords.
“Easy there, my Queen! We won’t be battling with weapons…” He cut her off with another smile. “Although I’d say you’ll soon show me what kind of a big, long, sword you can handle…” He added with another gaze across her curvy form.

“W-What do you mean by that??” She demanded with a fresh glare. “And what’s with that look you’re giving me, peasant?”
“Oh, you’ll see… Follow me to my lodgings, Queen!” He motioned behind him. “And I’ll see what you’re made of… Just as you’ll find out something about me!” He stated and turned away so he could walk out of the Tavern.
“D-Do not turn your back to me so casually!” Wilhelmina protested with a glare. “F-Fine! I’ll play your game! But don’t cry to your mother when I humble you in the name of Beirun!” She called out and followed after him. Her focus meant she missed the relieved looks on the faces of the patrons now that she was gone, or the knowing smiles on the faces of the men.

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Minutes later, in the home of Dirk in the town…

“W-What do you mean, this isn’t a battle of swords??” Wilhelmina let out a shocked gasp when Dirk stood behind her in the middle of the main room and dining area and unclipped the cape from her top to confidently toss it aside. “And pick that up! Along with my sword!” She demanded with a glare as her rapier was also on the wooden floor of the room while he helped himself to place both hands on her shoulders.
“I said we’d battle… But I never told you the terms…” Dirk stated with a wide smile. “It’s simple, your Majesty… We’re going to fight but it’s a duel of sexual proportions!” He said to instantly make her stare in shock and with a slight blush on her pretty face. “A classic fight… If you make me cum first? I’ll follow your orders for let’s say, a full week? Maybe two if I’m very generous!” He claimed with confidence. “But when I… I mean, if I make you orgasm first? Then you’ll be my property and obey me for a full day! No questions asked and no objections either.”
“W-What kind of bet is that??” She glared over her shoulder at him. “Deciding such things through sex?? That’s disgusting! Filthy! Degrading! I’m a Queen! A ruler! The Iron Monarch!”

“So, you’re scared, are you?” He challenged as if he knew how to provoke someone like this better than any battle or quest. “Or maybe a sheltered royal like you has never experienced pleasure with a man before?”
“How DARE you!!” Wilhelmina snapped, easily drawn in by the bait there. “I back down from no challenge of any kind…” She said but avoided answering that question. “Maybe you are the one afraid of me! Asking for a ‘fight’ like this instead of a proper combat!” She countered but still blushed from the lewd offer.
“So, that’s a yes then?” He asked with a handsome smile. “You agree to the terms?”
“...I agree.” She stated with a slight raise of the head. “But not a word of this leaves this room, do you understand? My reputation, and the pride of Beirun, isn’t just on the line here!”

“Oh, of course!” Dirk grinned at the consent from this stunning, curvy woman to engage in sex (and the wager) and he got shameless in his right when he instantly knelt behind her. “I am a man of honour!”
“I find that hard to believe…” Wilhelmina mused and looked over her shoulder. “What are you doing? Are you not going to get undressed first before we… Engage in this disgusting activity?”
“Interested in my body, are you?” He let out a chuckle but made her gasp when his hands clamped onto that huge, juicy backside.
“N-Not as much as you seem to be of mine!” She claimed with a gasp when he did a form of her famous taunt to pull the tight material of her bodysuit out before he let it go and her ass instantly jiggled profoundly from the form of spank as her costume settled back onto that thickness. “You brute! How d-dare you treat a Queen like that!” She protested but still didn’t move away to show how she’s consented to this challenge. “And you still haven’t answered me! What are you planning down there?”
“What’s wrong? Not used to a man offering some ‘service’ to you first?” He teased again with a big grin. “If you’re so confident that you’re going to win this? Then you shouldn’t mind if I get the advantage and make the first move, right?”

“T-That is true… Very well! You may proceed!” Her ego easily let her fall for the tap as she nodded to agree. “But I will warn you again… I may bend, but no man can ever make me… MMMMM!!” Those confident, regal words were cut off with a loud, clear moan along with a tilt of that golden-haired head when she felt the Warrior dive shamelessly face-first into that massive backside. Those plump cheeks easily jiggled in his grip as he spread them wide and pressed his tongue onto the clear outline of her tight asshole. That bodysuit was simply too tight with all her curves to have any underwear on underneath so there was no resistance against the press of his tongue against her entrance. “MMMM! N-No man can ever make… AHHHH! Make me break! MMMM!” She hissed out and stared with narrowed eyes, but not fully of anger or disgust, as she got eaten out through her clothing. His tongue smacked at her asshole to probe in and make the material of her costume press against that snug backdoor in the process. Along with the far-from-inexperienced touch from his hands as he massaged her rounded globes to keep the jiggle going. “MMMM! So do your w-worst, you disgraceful brute!” She both challenged and mocked even as she let out a gasp of delight from his work.

“MMMM… MMMMMPPPHHH…” The handsome, ripped fighter smiled into that huge booty as he flicked his tongue and got the faint taste of her asshole through the suit. That royal blue got soaked at her entrance thanks to his spit and right blow, another patch of dampness formed as despite her insults, the Iron Monarch’s arousal grew with each new drag of the tongue across her tightness. He knew plenty of tricks to test her too, as he used his hands to perform a form of her famed ‘taunt’ to pull out the material of her costume to the sides, almost making it see-through for a look at her backside before he let go. The loud clap thundered around the room but couldn’t mask her moan at the ‘spank’ while her cheeks wobbled deliciously. Just for further shakes when his hands clamped back onto her rump as he continued to dine.

“AHHHH! You are a foul beast! MMMMM!  A disgusting… AHHHH! Perverted peasant! MMMMM! How d-dare you treat… MMMM! A Queen like this!!” Wilhelmina cursed between moans as even now, the first drops of sweat began to form across her beautiful face for a sign that she’d never been ‘worshipped’ like this before in her life. Yet despite the insults, she remained in place with that bend over at the waist to ensure her ass was pushed out into this man’s hungry features. “MMMM! Do your worst! AHHHH! It will take… MMMM! More than this… AHHHH! To break me! I will… OOOOOOOOOH!!” Another tilt of the head along with a long and loud moan when one hand moved off from her rump and went underneath to clamp onto her twat. He began to show skills more suited to train Brothel workers than on the battlefield when he coupled the pats of his tongue into her asshole with slow, confident strokes against her folds. Once again, the tightness of her bodysuit meant it might have been painted on since his fingers could push up and grind smoothly into her lower lips. That further soaked them as he made the royal beauty moan and gasp from his double-team.

The muscular mercenary kept the grin on his face as he pushed his tongue as far into her hole as he could get with her costume in the way. His saliva slowly seeped down her crack to stain that clothing some more while his digits did the same at her front with his fingers pressed into her snatch to stroke away. He even helped himself to raise the other hand and smacked it down hard onto her rump for another loud groan as the crack rang out like a heavy whip. His head was tilted just right to take in air through the nose so he didn’t pull away from that massive, tasty ass. A wise tactic to not let up and make sure that the stacked beauty didn’t get any break from his sexual talents as the juices began to seep through the suit at the crotch to slightly coat his fingers from the steady pumps back and forth.

“Y-You brute!! AHHHH! Sinful monster!! MMMM! I won’t give in to this! MMMM! I’ll make you pay! AHHHH!” She almost ranted her, even though she’d willingly agreed to this ‘duel’ never mind how constant her moans of delight were from his fingering and his tongue stuffed against her ass. Both motions were applied swiftly as she gasped with half-closed eyes and still stared back and whether she’d admit it or not, her shapely hips slightly rocked back to crave the feeling on both lower holes. “AHHHH! If you t-think… MMMM! The Queen of Beirun will fall to this… AHHHH! This perverted touch?? Then y-OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOH!!” Once again, her attempts to be defiant just became loud groans when she shuddered as his fingers curled up and managed to yank up the bodysuit so tightly that his fingers slid into her soaked folds. That sensation of quick pumps, along with the smack of his tongue against her asshole, easily make the curvaceous but lofty stunner cum in an instant. Her legs shuddered but she stayed in place to moan with a twitch of her eye to indicate how strong this peak was. The evidence of that was clear with the soaked mess of her crotch as juices dripped down to soak his hands and trickle along her thick thighs.

“AHHHH… AHHHHH…” Wilhelmina panted as her head hung down with a sway of her hair in an attempt to catch her breath. She stumbled forward for a moment and hand to steady herself on the closest wall.
“So, my Royal Highness…” Dirk stood up with a handsome grin and a profound bulge in his pants. “I think I’ve already won our little wager… Unless you’d like to raise the stakes and go double or nothing?” He said while he loosened the belt around his waist.
“W-Won?? You have won nothing yet, you barbarian!” Wilhelmina defiantly said with a renewed glare as she pushed herself back. “I will never admit defeat… Not until I… BY THE CROWN!!”

Her yell of shock came when she not only locked onto but felt rest against her thick backside, the massive slab of dick that the Warrior packed to show why he was named after a weapon for a reason. Fat, long and veiny and with the kind of size that would make most men in the world appear to pack a tiny dagger compared to a claymore like this. The contrast between the two was profound with her stare of cock-shock and his very smug expression as if he knew she would be stunned like this.

“You were saying?” Dirk mocked now. “The offer still stands… You can try and finish me off with that lovely, smart mouth of yours… Or? We can just get down to business and I can enjoy my new prize…” He said before his hands went onto her pump booty for a firm squeeze which alone made her groan.
“A Q-Queen does not lower herself to any man!” Wilhelmina glared with a pleasured hiss from her gropes. “...V-Very well! You may try and show your ‘loyalty’ to me as you see fit!” She agreed as she rather submissively, even with the defiance in her gorgeous eyes, placed both hands on the wall to once again bend over sexily so her fat ass was stuck out with spread legs. “I shall take up your offer of doubles! W-Whatever it is you peasants mean!”
“That’ll be two weeks of you being my Queen now after I’m done…” He smirked before a fresh gasp escaped her when he finally gripped that tight, blue bodysuit and ripped a hole easily in the material and not just thanks to how soaked with spit and juices she was. Now her smooth skin and some of that plump ass were exposed as well as the moist, perfectly shaved pussy of the royal. “And don’t worry, your Majesty… You don’t need to worry about a ‘protection spell’ when I do it raw…” He added with a chuckle and lined up his massive shaft with her lower lips.

“You scoundrel! Don’t say such things so casually to m-EEEEEEEEEEEE OOOOOOOOOOOOHH!!” As if it was now something expected from her, he waited until she ranted before he cut her off with moans. This time from when his thick weapon pushed firmly and with complete confidence into her tight and wet love tunnel. The sensation made her shift on those thigh-high, heeled boots to rock towards the wall. His grip on her slender waist pulled her back not just into position but along his fat dick to work his fat inches further into her. Despite the great tightness of her snatch which indicated that this might not be the first time she’s had sex it’s never been with a weapon of this vast size before. The pumps soon got smooth and steady for a pace that allowed her passage to adjust to this invasion, as willing as it all was, while her long blonde hair swayed down both sides of her curvy frame and her huge tits jiggled in time with her shift.

“UHHHHH! B-By my rapier… MMMM! Y-You’re stretching me out!! AHHHHH! H-How can some… MMMM! Lowly mercenary… AHHHH! B-Be so well equipped?? MMMMM!!” The Queen of Beirun still gazed over her shoulder but now it was to watch that huge dick pump in and out of her wet slot as she easily left him coated in a layer of juices. Sweat formed across her still-clothed body, evident across her pretty, moaning face and on the exposed skin at her shoulders and now at her crotch. “AHHHH! That weapon of yours… MMMMM! It’s spreading me apart!! AHHHH! And you… AHHHH! You haven’t even finished yet?? H-How is this possible??” Her eyes darted with disbelief at her backside, which jiggled wildly with every stiff thrust and yank back done by him, and then up at his desirable features. Her remark seemed to hint that she was used not just to far tinier dicks than this, but to sex sessions already being over just a minute into being inside of her. No such risk here as this stud didn’t even sweat yet as he worked his length smoothly in and out of his new, beautiful prize.

“MMMM… We’re just getting started, my Queen! AHHHH…” He moaned in approval at how her wet walls clung to his fat rod. He got pleasurable friction from how snug this tunnel was, but no resistance as he stuffed his inches inside just to pull a few out so he could repeat the motion. Even without being fully inside yet, he still make that rounded ass clap from his thrusts as the hole in her bodysuit tore open to expose more of those wonderful cheeks. “AHHHH… I could tell the moment I saw you… MMMM! You were the kind of woman who was built… MMMM! For a good time like this!” He teased before he used a hand to deliver a hard slap to her backside for another loud clap while she groaned from the impact but still kept herself bent over. Even if her gloved fingers dragged down the wall a bit as she felt the pressure build all over again from his skilled, repeated thrusts.

“S-Silence, you brute!! AHHHH! You will not… UHHHH! Treat… MMMM! The Iron Monarch… AHHHH! As if I some… UHHHH! Lowly, back alley whore!!” The hourglass-figure beauty gasped through strands of hair that still swung in time with the bounce of her tits as she got pulled back and forth to take his length. Her love tunnel had spread wickedly to accept his huge member but still seemed made for more just as he’d taunted. She did herself no favours with her moans and how her juices dripped down her thick thighs to stain her bodysuit inside and out even as it tore just above the boots from all the jiggles. “AHHHH! This b-battle… MMMM! W-Will not be over… AHHHH! Until I… OOOOOOOOOH! MMMMM!!” Again she tried to ramble, but when she felt his muscular waist collide with her plump rear another buzz of pleasure rushed through her with this newfound sensation of being filled up deeper than she could have ever fantasised possible. The pumps just kept coming too along with her moans as that stare across her shoulder soon began to roll upwards from how fantastic it felt to be used by this well-hung man.

“MMMM… Giving up so soon, my Royal Highness?” Dirk let out a chuckle, then a groan as he enjoyed the grip of her snatch around his length. “If I didn’t know better? MMMM! I’d say you hung out at that tavern… MMMM! Just waiting for a lucky guy to take you home and break you in!” He revelled in being able to make this queenly living Goddess moan and gasp with every firm, deep thrust he delivered. The sensations were just as good as the sight of her curves that rippled wonderfully in time with his dominating pace. “MMMM… Well, if that’s the case? MMMM… Then as your new Master… Or should that be King?” He smirked as she shot a glare at him for his insults. “Then I’d better… MMMM! Give you want you want!” He decided for her and reached over to grab a big handful of her long blonde hair. The sharp tug tilted her head back, followed by a long and loud moan as he hauled her back sharply to make that juicy booty slap hard into his waist. With a deep pump to match, he hammered harder now to make full use of his stunning prize.

“AHHHHH!! N-NEVER!! MMMMM! I’LL NEVER… AHHHHH! B-BREAK TO A MAN LIKE YOU! AHHHH! AHHHHH! NEVER! MMMMM!!” She panted out as the grip on her hair made her hiss in erotic delight from being controlled despite her status as Queen of Beirun. Her eyes rolled back from the intense pleasure that was delivered from his rapid pumps. A motion that was perfectly smooth with how stretched out her snatch was to take every inch when her ass cheeks clapped loudly into his ripped body. “THE I-IRON MONARCH… AHHHHH! WILL NEVER BREAK! N-NEVER!!” She lied to herself while sweat rolled down her pretty face and left stands of hair stuck to her. She was overwhelmed by the pleasure and sex with a superior man who was just as built to pound a beauty like her senseless as she was to handle such rough and wild sex. That was clear from how she hadn’t passed out yet as many lesser women, and likely a few fellow five-star ranked ones too, would have done long before this point.

“NEVER! N-NEVER! NE… V… AHHHHHHH MMMMMMM!!” Yet again, her moans and the shudder of her body betrayed her when her eyes flickered but stayed rolled upward. This time, the stud buried into her snatch groaned deeply when her passage clamped around his inches and she came hard. That soaked his inches to drip over his balls when the thrusts continued to introduce the regal stunner to a new life of top sex and sin, and her juices further trickled to ruin what was left of the torn bodysuit down her thighs and over her high boots. “AHHHHH… AHHHHH… MMMMM…” Wilhelmina more purred than groaned when the last few thrusts entered her before he pulled out and left her gaped wide between her now shaky legs. “Is… Is t-that all you’ve got… Y-You filthy brute??” She somehow challenged even as her head hung down when he let go of her locks. In humiliation, she remained bent over to show off that thick ass and soaked pussy. Perhaps a sign that even if her mind hadn’t broken yet, her body was well on the way to full submission. Especially with how he was still rock-hard and far from through with the Queen who was now his for a full two weeks, and more to come at this rate.

“I’m impressed, my Royal Highness…” Dirk still grinned as he admired the mess he’d made. “A lesser woman would have given up and accepted their fate long before now!” He said and pulled the sweaty beauty off from the wall.
“Y-You dare insult me like this??” Wilhelmina gasped for air but still managed to glare as her back was now against the wall. “Comparing me to other women?? The n-nerve is unforgivable!” She defiantly said, even if she looked a well-fucked mess with juices down her thighs.
“I quite agree!” He smiled and reached up to unbutton her tight, white top. “You’re unlike any woman before… A prize that I won’t be letting go of!” He decided for her before she let out a sigh when her top was peeled open and her huge, rounded breasts bounced free still encased in her bodysuit but strained as the hard nipples poked through.
“Y-You say that as if you’ve beaten me!” She glared again, and not just because her top was carelessly tossed away behind her, and she even with a hint of lust behind her eyes. “I am still in this battle, and I will fight until the end!”

“So… Double or nothing again?” Dirk said with a chuckle and made her gasp again when he gripped her waist and lifted her up from the floor to properly press her back and that long, golden hair against the wood. “That’ll make it a full month of you being my trophy woman if you cum again… Or shall we just skip ahead and make it a full year this time?”
“A y-year?!?” She exclaimed, but couldn’t help but stare down between her spread legs at his fat dick that pressed against her moist entrance. “A year of being… Defiled by this fat weapon???” She more stated in awe than any kind of protest to the idea. “I’d have to abandon my kingdom! My throne! All m-my royal duties!!”
“That’s the point, my Majesty…” He smirked and teased the nearing-breaking-point beauty as he ground the fat head of his length into her folds. “So… Do we have a deal? Or is the so-called Iron Monarch equipped with a backbone made of paper instead of Iron?” He directly mocked to lure her in.
“YOU BASTARD!!” She snapped with a fresh glare at the mockery of her nickname. “Yes, I accept! And I will… AHHHHHH!!”

Far from the first time today, her fruitlessly defiant speech was ruthlessly cut short when he rammed his thick sword of a cock deep and hard into the new hilt he’d created of her wet and tight pussy. That perfect stretch from the previous position allowed me to bury in balls deep every time to both of their moaning delight. Even if she still tried to reject how her mind was being blown with each thrust that now bounced her up against the wall. So in the zone that the friction of her moisture-coated skin against the wood behind her didn’t even register. Not when her snatch left his dick soaked in juices and her legs, tellingly without her even realising it, wrapped around that muscular body of the stud who had turned her from a feared and respected ruler into a filthy tart-in-training. Her arms soon did the same around his neck even as he easily supported her to keep her off the floor. A session that wasn’t likely to end any time soon with how not just rock-hard he was but the fact he only now started to break out in a sweat.

“AHHHH! YOU WILL N-NEVER BREAK ME! NEVER! AHHHH! AHHHHH!!” Her eyes were closed in delight as her body jolted along his dick and her big tits bounced around, accompanied by the slap when his crotch drove in and met hers to stuff that wet pussy full of fat cock. The squeeze of need performed by her pussy onto that length showed that even her mind hadn’t given in quite yet, the rest of that fantastic body had more than found this deal of being the sexual prize of this stud very agreeable. “IT WILL TAKE… AHHHH… MORE THAN THIS… OOOOOOHHH! TO EVEN… MMMMM!! MAKE ME K-KNEEL BEFORE A MAN LIKE Y-OOOOOOOOOOOOOH!!” Another long moan when his hands briefly left her waist, just to grip the material of her royal blue bodysuit for a clean tear at the chest to let those massive tits jiggle freely and be properly exposed. Just for him to dive in with that rugged, handsome face and clamp his experienced mouth around a nipple for a loud slurp. One hand held the other tit to deeply squeeze while the very ample flesh jiggled around the fingers, while the other hand gripped her midsection again to keep her against the wall to slide up and down in response to those hard thrusts.

“MMMMMM! YOU BASTARD! AHHHHH! MONSTER! MMMMM! S-SEXUAL BRUTE! OOOOOOOOOHH!!” The eyes of the Queen of Berium were closed as one hand gripped the back of the Warrior’s head as he feasted on her large chest. That tongue which had helped bring her to a first orgasm what felt like a lifetime ago once again showed its skill to flick against her hard nub before he circled. Loud, shameless slurps onto her chest while his moans were muffled as he enjoyed her snug pussy along with that delicious body. “AHHHHH! YOU HAVE NO SHAME! MMMM! NO RESPECT!! AHHHHH! I AM A QUEEN! MMMM! THE IRON MONARCH!! AHHHH! AHHHH! NOT S-SOME FILTHY, SEX-DRUNK W-WHORE WITHOUT MORALS! AHHHHHH!!” She ranted between loud moans and through strands of hair loose across that gorgeous face. Her legs kept a tight grip around his built frame and the same was true for how her snatch clutched his length while it pounded deep and hard into a twat that was now stretched out so much she might never feel any smaller cock inside of her after today.

All that Dirk did was smirk and swap from one big breast to the other so he could leave the nipple coated in spit while the flesh jiggled around his features. The tell-tell signs of how much she loved this weren’t just from her constant loud moans, but the way her gloved hand dug into his hair to encourage without words the sucks onto her tits. Her thigh-high boots-covered legs were crossed sinfully at the small of his back by the ankles and her free hand clutched his shoulder to hold on like her life, never mind her mind, depended on it. His brisk pumps carried on to hammer hard and unleash the kind of motion that would render mere three and four-star beauties into a sex coma long before this point in the fun, and likely a good many five-ranked stunners too. Although with his talent to fuck and with a ‘weapon’ like this he might be in a tier all of his own to put a woman like this into such a wild state.

“AHHHH! I WON’T BREAK! AHHHH! I WON’T BREAK! I W-WON’T… AHHHH… AHHHHH!!” She lied to herself as her eyes fluttered open but still had that impressive defiance even with all the desire behind the stare. Her gaze locked onto his, even as he slurped on her titties and pounded home into her snug but soaked snatch. “Y-YOU HEAR ME?? AHHHH! MMMM! I WILL NEVER GIVE IN! I WILL NEVER BE YOUR WHORE!! AHHHH! I W-WILL N-NEVER… BE… MMMMMPPPHHHH!!” This time her latest rant was silenced when he pulled off from her chest, now adorned with his spit to go with the sweat, and planted that educated mouth onto the soft, plump lips of the Iron Monarch. Her moan was instant and loud, even as muffled as it was, while her expression turned lewd with rolled back eyes to go with the way her legs squirmed around him and both hands grabbed the back of her head with need.

“MMMMMMMMMMMPPPHHHHH!!” Wilhelmina squealed in delight and let his tongue slap around hers to control the kiss and she came hard once again, pounded stupid by that thick, long dick which still rammed away deep into her to make sure she was far from the stately, untouchable beauty she had been at the start of the day. Her juices flooded out to drip along his big cock, balls and down his strong legs as well as the wall she was being fucked against. “AHHHHHHHHH… MMMMMMPPPHHHH…” She groaned and mindlessly made out with this hunky Warrior who pumped away to let her come back down from the latest hard high and yet again he lasted against the extra grip when she’d orgasmed to still be rock-hard. Yet when he pulled out, she now groaned from the empty feeling between her thigh-high boots-clad legs that still gripped him with a desire for more. That was proven by how she still kissed him for a minute solid after he’d left her stretched-wide snatch and her tongue still flicked out towards him when he broke the smooth with a big grin.

“So, my Queen… That’s a full year of sexual service that you owe me now…” Dirk reminded her as he effortlessly carried her across from the stained with sweat and juices wall. “But if you’re still up for a wager… You can offer up something else than your time to pleasure me…” He said to tempt her while he set her onto the ground so she faced away and once again had that thick booty stuck out towards him.
“Ahhhhh… W-What else more… Ahhhh… Could a man like you… W-Want from me?” Wilhelmina asked between gasps and stared back over her shoulder once again at that massive dick.
“Oh, I’ve got an idea…” He first brought her arms back and made them clamp onto her butt cheeks so she stayed bent over forwards and presented herself. “A simple trade-off… If you let me enjoy that magnificent backside of yours? I’ll break off your service to me and you’ll be free to be a Queen once again…” He rather casually explained the new wager as he walked across the room and plucked a potion bottle from a cabinet. The ‘POP’ when he opened the lid made her stare back yet again over her shoulder but now with a far more flushed and exhausted, but still strong with desire, expression.
“W-What sort of negotiation is that?” Wilhelmina still had an edge of arrogance to her tired voice along with the lust. “You think I’m still not able to fight? I will… OOOOOOOOH!” It was almost as if he got a kick out of waiting until she boasted, just to put her in her place with a fresh moan. This one came when he poured out the cool, clear liquid onto that massive booty as the fluid trickled slowly down her crack.

“Well, well! The Iron Monarch truly doesn’t break so easily!” Dirk grinned and pressed a finger against her backdoor. A new gasp left her with a telling tilt of the head when the digit eased in, even with the expected resistance there, and slowly started to pump in and out to spread the form of lubricant around that super-tight, and most likely never used before, hole. “Then let’s raise the stakes… If you make me cum with this wonderful rear of yours? I’ll cancel all your service, and still follow you as a loyal solider for… Your quest or whatever it was you came here for in the first place!” He said with a chuckle to show that he’d even forgotten why she’d arrived in this land far from Beirun in the first place. Understandably he’d been very caught up with her and that amazing, curvaceous body and now got to work his finger in and out of her ass to fully claim her in a few moments.

“AHHHHH… T-That seems acceptable…” The blonde stunner groaned before she clenched her teeth to watch how even with just a finger in her, that juicy rump of hers still jiggled wildly even as her hands clutched and kept those big cheeks spread. She felt the lube being pushed far into her backside to make her legs, still clad in the thigh-high boots and what was left of the bodysuit down there, tremble both with desire and anticipation. “AHHHH! But what… MMMM! Will a filthy, disgusting… MMMM! Shameless brute like you claim from me??” She still had a bit of her mind left to ask that very important question. Especially since right now she was greatly losing to him, had orgasmed multiple times now, he was still rock-hard and was about to fuck her ass. Without her now months of sexual service debt that she was in.

“I think that someone like you is wasted being the Queen of some country…” He rudely but confidently said and noted her groan when he pulled his finger out from her ass, just to pour a bit more lube both over those huge cheeks, and her fingers in the process to all her rump shined nicely, and down the crack. “So when I win… I mean, if I make you cum again…” He ‘corrected’ himself with a handsome smile while he all too casually lubed up that huge dick. “I’ll just skip the formality of these months of service… And you’ll just become my trophy wife!” He decided, much to a new shocked glare from her. “That way I can enjoy you every day… And from how wet you still are? I think you’ll find being in my service most agreeable… And pleasurable too…”

“M-Marriage?? I’d have to give up my crown!!” She snapped but still held the position with cheeks spread as he tapped his dick against her asshole. “You b-bastard… MMMM…” She groaned with indeed her snatch still moist with need and the slight grind of her cheeks back into him. “V-Very well! But this is the last wager! I will never break! N-Never bend the knee! And I will never become j-just some slutty whore of a prize wife to some built, well-hung, brute of a…”

Sadly, or perhaps at this point fantastically, that latest and final wager was both won and lost and at the same moment when that huge cock pushed into that delicious ass and the moment his inches stretched out that tightest of holes, a howl of delight left the Queen as she came hard in an instant. Juices dripped down her thighs and the stately boots she wore while her fingers dug into the ample flesh that rippled around her. The shakes only continued when with a wide, victorious grin, he claimed that huge rump with slow, firm thrusts to work the inches deeper and moan the loudest yet from a hole now no longer virgin and would be his property from now on, just like the rest of her. The steady pumps easily banged her through that first anal-induced orgasm but it wouldn’t likely be the last, and not just because he continued to pump after her gasps and groans returned.

“MMMMM! What was that, my Majesty? MMMM! You came so easily! AHHHH! Had I known that, I would have just… MMMM! Taken your assets like this right away!” Dirk grinned and revelled in the win, and quite rightly so as he worked past the intense friction of the grip her back passage had around his thickness to push in deeper. The jiggle of her cheeks increased with the next fat inch that happily entered its new home and the sensations made the bent-over beauty moan in newfound delight from this new form of sex. “MMMM! Is this all that… AHHHH! The Iron Monarch is capable of? MMMM! I wonder what the people… AHHHH! Of Beirun would think… MMMM! Of their beloved Queen now?” He mocked her previously arrogance and defiance, now turned to submission and desire as she rocked back and forth on her heeled boots to shift her plump backside towards his thrusts. Her big tits bounced up in front while her long, golden hair still swayed a bit with the parts that weren’t a clumped mess from all the sweat.

“AHHHHHH! MMMMM! AHHHHH! T-THEY’D BE ASHAMED OF ME!! AHHHHH! I’VE LOST… AHHHH! LOST TO SOME LOWLY, NOBODY… UHHHHH! WARRIOR… MMMM! AND HIS BIG, MASSIVE COCK!! AHHHH!! AHHHHH!!” She finally admitted between loud moans as she’d barely finished one intense orgasm and another one built up as the pumps never stopped. It caused her fat cheeks to clap even without contact with his body yet and the deep grip of her fingers into all of that sexy flesh. Her tight asshole, just like the rest of her, was built for fun like this but had never even thought of doing so before today. The pleasure she felt and her current loud moans showed that anal sex would soon be second nature to her. “AHHHH! DEFEATED… UHHHH!! AND TURNED… MMMMM! INTO SOME FILTHY, WORTHLESS… AHHHH! TROPHY WIFE OF A WHORE… AHHHH! BY A MAN NOT EVEN FROM MY COUNTRY!! AHHHHH!!” She gasped out as her eyes began to roll back yet again. The feeling of that huge dick that pumped smoothly into her rump was so good that she didn’t even need to touch her snatch to stay wet. The juices soaked down her inner legs and left a profound puddle of fluids on the floor below to show how much she’d gone from just days of sexual service to this stud to now a lifetime, and this was only the first day of it.

“MMMM… Now I wouldn’t say worthless, my new, lovely wife!” The Warrior said with a wide and confident smile as a nicely healthy shine of sweat coated his muscular, battle-hardened frame even if from his masterful thrusts and steady pace he seemed more of an expert at this than any battles. He only grunted when he felt the squeeze of her back passage around his dick and a fresh jolt back of both her body and the head when she hit the next, hard orgasm that made her legs tremble. Yet again, he showed off his talents to last even against the new tightness and pumped away to make her cheeks and her fingers bump into his waist as the clap loudly rang out. “MMMM! I’ll treat you right! And take care of you… MMMM! As a proud husband should!” He teased with a grin as her head hung down as if she was close to exhaustion now from the countless peaks she’d enjoyed. “MMMM… Here! Let me show you…” He decided for her, and not just because the wagers meant he now owned her before he reached down and grabbed her waist to lift her from the floor with his huge dick still buried into that amazing ass.

“AHHHHH?!?” She squealed in confusion and delight before her legs got curled back against her curvy frame as the boots pressed into the outer sides of her big tits to push them up and out before his powerful arms crossed over at the ankles and clamped hands onto the back of her golden-haired head. The humiliation of Anal Full Nelson position showed her off like a mounted trophy and both lower holes were on display with his dick rammed into her asshole and her pussy soaked with a strong need. “AHHHHHHHHHHHHH!! MMMMMMMMMM!!” Loud moans soon followed with eyes half-closed and her mouth open to let her tongue dangle and drool while the groans poured out. Hammered roughly now up into her once vice-like asshole as the slap rang out like the clash of swords on a battlefield. Pounded ruthlessly but in a way only a true five-star quality woman like her could handle.

The stud who held her off the ground grunted deeply and slammed his thick weapon in and out of her backside as those plump cheeks clapped hard into him with a lewd shade of red from how roughly he’d taken her. He still grinned and loved the pleasure his new wife granted to him, without any care of how her Kingdom might be ruined let alone in turmoil now if he makes her stay to be his slut from now on. The shameful look of delight across her features showed she might get all too used to being used like this as her ass masterfully handled such hard and deep action for the first time but made it seem like this was destiny. Hammered and finally broken to the sin but rewarded with the sort of delights that she would have never even fantasised about before this fateful day.

“AHHHHHH! AHHHHH! AHHHHH!” Wilhelmina couldn’t form words at this point. Just primal grunts like an animal in heat as her snatch dripped with arousal and she stared with hazy eyes through her messy blonde hair. Her big tits jiggled away to match the ripple of her fat ass when it collided hard with this hunk’s midsection. Mounted and pounded, shown off without even an audience here for a wicked defeat worse than any loss in combat or war. Yet that sex-drunk smile plastered on her pretty face showed she’d finally accepted this and would get easily used to life as a lowly whore and prize wife compared to the previously stately and untouchable position as Queen of Beirun that she used to enjoy in her tame, boring in comparison life.

That was proven further when the slams of that huge weapon into her rump drove the beauty into another, final and powerful orgasm. Something about the grip of being curled up and used so nastily with the Full Nelson further broke that shattered, cock-addicted mind. This time, her peak was signalled with a disgusting and humiliating squirt of her juices that blasted out from her twat as she panted and shuddered on the constant thrusts. The fluids landed not just over the floor, but onto the discarded regal top of her uniform, the stately cape and the signature rapier weapon. A sight that should have brought true shame to her and her country, but in this devilish state she was now in, all she could do was grin, moan and shiver in pleasure as the juices dripped from her exposed crotch. With only the submissive squeeze of her gloved hands on his powerful arms to show that even now, she still wanted more from her new husband and Master.

“MMMMM!!” A deep grunt from Dirk as he slammed his cock balls deep into that juicy ass was the warning before at long last, he finally reached his well-earned limit but didn’t pull out. Instead, he marked his property on the inside to go with a sweat-soaked state on the out. His long, thick dick unloaded far into that now stretched back passage to shoot the blasts of hot spunk deep into that once untouched hole. A sensation that yet again made her groan and shiver in his grip as he kept her legs curled back and pumped to blast each new rope inside to splatter her insides. Such an amount that even before he’d finished, the seed leaked back out of her asshole and along that big dick. By the time he finally went semi-hard, he eased her upward and off his length but shamefully the dollops of spunk fell from that gaped wide asshole to splatter across the floor to add to the mess all over it from her sweat, juices and drool.

“Now now, my lovely Queen… You can’t just make a mess like this!” Dirk said with a cocky smile as he loosened his grip on her legs and hair. “Clean it up like a good wife!” He more ordered than asked as he let her settle on her knees in front of him, but just so he could grip her ruined hair and bring her tired face to his stained-with-spunk dick.
“Ahhhhh… Y-Yes, my… M-My husband…” Wilhelmina said in pure submission along with strong desire in her voice as she leaned in and dragged her tongue along that soft but still long and fat dick. The flavours of delicious spunk along with the strong taste of her back passage from those inches alone made her groan in approval as she slowly took her time to savour the feeling as she got to work with the first task of her new married life.
“That’s it… Mmmmm… You might need to be trained up a little more… But I’ll make an honest, faithful woman out of you yet!” He claimed with a proud chuckle as he watched the one arrogant Queen now be an eager whore. “That’s what a good husband does… Taking care of his woman!”
“MMMM… T-Thank you, my love…” She purred and stared up with lust while she dragged her tongue along his rod. “P-Please… Train me well to be… Ahhhh… The p-perfect wife that a woman should be…” She begged and panted as she continued to clean up the mess of jizz and aftertaste of back passage from his weapon.

“It will be my pleasure, my new Iron Whore… Or perhaps, from how loud you’ve been… Maybe the name Iron Moan-arch more fits you?” Dirty mocked but rightfully so with how he’d broken the Queen. “So let’s take a small break… Before I train you all over again into the night!”

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A few days later…

“Ah, Dirk! Please, take a look at this…” A resident approached Dirk as he walked through the town. “Here, some men from a foreign land left this…” He handed over a ‘missing person’ poster with a drawn-on image resembling the Iron Monarch. “Something about the Queen of Beirun going missing! I told them I hadn’t seen her, of course, but I’d take the posters and put them up… But I thought I’d better hand them to you first!” The man said with a knowing wink. “Considering how you helped make the Tavern less scary now when you ‘encouraged’ that Queen the other day to leave!”

“I’ll owe you a tankard there later then! Much appreciated!” Dirk smiled and stuffed the papers into his carry bag. “I’m sure that Kingdom will sort out their crown issues so! Some lucky Prince will get to ascend… These matters just take time! Just like it’ll be a few days before the marriage papers come through to me for my new, obedient wife!” He bragged with a broad smile.

“Lucky you, Dirk! You’re the envy of the town!” The man stated the obvious. “Oh, speaking of things like that… Another new, strangely dressed woman has appeared in the Tavern so I’ve heard… Something about waiting for a companion or some nonsense…” He stated. “Another one who isn’t taking no for an answer like your new wife…”

“Hmmm… Sounds like it’s time for me to accept a new quest, then!” Dirk stated and stroked his chin. “A true Warrior’s work is never done!” He laughed and patted his friend on the shoulder before he changed direction towards the Tavern. “I’m sure the wife won’t object to sharing her new duties if this one is worth keeping around… Even if she only has half the curves my Iron Wife does!”

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