Chapter 471 - : 471 : The Queen’s Marked Flesh!

Chapter 471: Chapter : 471 : The Queen’s Marked Flesh!

Aiden’s hand came down hard on the Queen’s already-red ass with a loud, sharp crack that echoed through the royal bedchamber.

"AH—!" The Queen cried out, her body jerking forward from the impact. Her massive breasts swung heavily beneath her, slapping against each other.

Another brutal slap landed on the other cheek. Then another. And another.

CRACK! CRACK! CRACK!

He didn’t hold back. Each slap was full-force, deliberate, and punishing. Bright red handprints bloomed across her pale, plump flesh almost instantly. Her thick ass rippled and jiggled violently with every strike, the soft flesh quivering long after his hand left it.

"Stop—! Ahh! Sir—! That’s—! Too hard—!" the Queen gasped between cries, but her pussy betrayed her completely. Every time his palm cracked across her ass, her walls clenched and fluttered greedily around his thick cock still buried deep inside her.

Aiden laughed darkly, never slowing the rhythm of his hips as he continued pounding her from behind.

"Look at this royal ass jiggling like a cheap whore’s," he growled, delivering three rapid, vicious slaps in a row that made her scream. "You’re the Queen of this entire kingdom... and your fat ass is bouncing like it was made to be spanked red."

CRACK! CRACK! CRACK!

Tears spilled from the Queen’s eyes. Her ass was burning, swollen, and throbbing. Both cheeks were now a deep, angry crimson, covered in overlapping handprints. Yet every slap made her pussy gush around him.

"You’re getting wetter every time I hit you," Aiden taunted, slapping her left cheek so hard the sound was almost like a whip. "Does the mighty Queen like having her ass beaten while the same cock that ruined her daughter is buried in her womb?"

The Queen shook her head desperately, platinum-blonde hair sticking to her tear-streaked face. "N-No... I don’t—ahh! I am the Queen—! This is—! Undignified—!"

Aiden grabbed a fistful of her long hair like reins and yanked her head back sharply, forcing her back to arch deeply. Her massive breasts hung and swung wildly beneath her as he pulled her hair harder, using it to control her body while he kept thrusting.

"You don’t get to act dignified anymore," he snarled into her ear. "Not while your daughter’s pussy juice was on my cock and I’m stretching the same hole she came out of."

He leaned down and bit into the side of her neck — hard.

"Ahh—!" The Queen cried out as his teeth sank deep into her soft flesh. He didn’t just bite; he held it, sucking and worrying the skin until a dark, angry mark bloomed. Then he moved lower and bit her shoulder, then the top of her back, then the other shoulder. Each bite was deliberate and possessive. Some were so deep they broke the skin slightly, leaving small red welts and the clear imprint of his teeth.

He marked her like an animal claiming territory.

"You’re going to walk around the palace with my bite marks all over your neck and shoulders," Aiden growled against her skin between bites. "And every time you look in the mirror, you’ll remember that the man who fucked your daughter raw just used her mother like a breeding sow."

The Queen was sobbing now — broken, humiliated sounds mixed with involuntary moans of pleasure. Her body kept betraying her. Despite the pain from the spanking and biting, she came again, her pussy squirting around his cock as her arms gave out. She collapsed onto her elbows, ass still raised high, getting fucked mercilessly.

Aiden didn’t stop. He kept pounding her, kept spanking her burning ass, kept yanking her hair back like reins, and kept biting new marks into her pale skin while whispering filth directly into her ear.

"Tell me something, Your Majesty," he said, voice low and cruel as he slammed into her womb with every word. "When you were sitting on your throne today, did you ever imagine your daughter’s boyfriend would have you on all fours, spanking your royal ass red while his cock rearranges your guts?"

The Queen shook her head weakly, drool dripping from her open mouth onto the sheets. "I... I never—! Ahh! Please—! Slow down—!"

Aiden responded by spanking her ass three more times in quick succession, each slap making her scream.

"Wrong answer."

He yanked her hair harder, forcing her head back until she was looking up at the ceiling, back arched painfully.

"Say it properly," he ordered. "Tell me who this pussy belongs to right now."

The Queen’s lips trembled. Tears and drool ran down her face. For a moment she tried to hold onto her pride.

"I... I am the Queen... This body... belongs to the crown..."

Aiden immediately stopped thrusting and pulled his cock almost all the way out, leaving only the fat head inside her.

The Queen’s eyes widened in panic. "N-No—! Don’t—! Please—!"

"Then answer me like the broken slut you are," Aiden said coldly. "Or I’ll pull out completely and leave you empty. Your choice, Your Majesty."

The Queen’s pussy clenched desperately around the tip of his cock, trying to pull him back in. Her pride shattered completely.

"It belongs to you!" she cried out, voice hoarse and broken. "This pussy... this royal cunt... it belongs to you right now! Please—! Don’t pull out—!"

Aiden slammed back in to the hilt in one brutal thrust, making her scream in pleasure-pain.

"Good girl," he mocked. "Now tell me — whose cock is currently stretching the same womb that gave birth to your daughter?"

The Queen was crying openly now, but her hips were still pushing back against him, desperate for more.

"Yours...!" she sobbed. "Your cock is inside the same place Sera came from... You’re fucking the hole that birthed my daughter...!"

Aiden groaned in dark satisfaction and started fucking her even harder, the wet sounds of his cock wrecking her soaked pussy filling the room.

"That’s right. I fucked Sera’s tight little cunt last night until she cried and begged for my cum. And now I’m balls-deep in her mother’s milfy hole. How does that make you feel, Your Majesty? Knowing the man who bred your daughter is now breeding you?"

The Queen’s mind was fracturing. Every thrust, every degrading word, every slap and bite was destroying what little remained of her regal composure.

"I... I feel ashamed...!" she moaned, the words spilling out against her will. "It’s wrong... so wrong... but my body... my body won’t stop cumming—! Ahh! I’m cumming again—!"

She came violently, her pussy squirting hard around his cock, soaking his balls and the sheets beneath them. Her massive breasts swung and slapped together beneath her with every brutal thrust.

Aiden kept going, relentless.

"Tell me you’re a worse slut than your own daughter."

The Queen hesitated for half a second.

Aiden immediately slowed down again, threatening to stop.

"Say it!" he barked.

"I’m... I’m a worse slut than my daughter!" the Queen wailed, completely broken. "Sera only took your cock once... but I’m letting you use me like a whore... spanking me... biting me... filling me... I’m worse—! I’m a filthy, desperate, royal whore—!"

Aiden laughed darkly and rewarded her by fucking her even faster, his hips slamming against her red, swollen ass with bruising force.

"That’s what I wanted to hear."

He leaned over her back, still yanking her hair, and bit into the side of her neck again while he pounded her.

"You’re going to remember this every time you sit on your throne," he growled against her marked skin. "Every time you give orders to your knights... every time you speak to your daughter... you’re going to feel my cum leaking out of your royal cunt and remember that you begged the man who deflowered Sera to ruin you too."

The Queen could only moan brokenly in response, her mind too far gone to form proper words anymore. Her body kept cumming — small, helpless orgasms rolling through her one after another as Aiden used her without mercy.

He spanked her ass again, hard, just to hear her cry.

"Whose ass is this?" he demanded.

"Yours—!" she sobbed immediately.

"Whose tits are these?" He reached under her and roughly squeezed one of her massive, swinging breasts.

"Yours! They’re yours—!"

"And whose womb am I about to fill again?"

The Queen’s voice cracked completely.

"Yours...! Please... fill it... breed this royal pussy... use me like you used my daughter—!"

Aiden’s thrusts became erratic. He was close.

He yanked her hair one final time, pulling her head back as far as it would go, and bit down hard on her shoulder as he slammed in to the hilt and came.

Thick, hot ropes of cum flooded her already-overfilled womb. There was so much that it immediately started gushing out around his cock, running down her thighs in heavy white streams.

The Queen came with him — her final orgasm so intense her arms gave out completely. She collapsed face-down onto the bed, ass still raised and impaled on his cock, twitching and squirting as Aiden emptied everything he had inside her.

For several long seconds, the only sounds in the royal chambers were their heavy breathing and the wet, obscene sounds of cum leaking from the Queen’s thoroughly used pussy.

Aiden finally pulled out with a wet sound. The Queen whimpered at the sudden emptiness.

He looked down at the sight before him — the proud Queen of the realm, face-down on her royal bed, ass bright red and covered in handprints, bite marks littering her neck, shoulders, and back, cum pouring out of her gaping, twitching pussy in thick globs.

A slow, satisfied smirk spread across his face.

Aiden didn’t give the broken Queen even a moment to recover.

With one powerful motion, he flipped Alethea onto her back. Her massive, marked breasts spilled heavily to the sides, her platinum-blonde hair fanned out across the silk pillows like a halo of sin. Bite marks and red welts covered her neck, shoulders, and upper chest. Her ass still burned bright red from the earlier spanking. Cum from his previous load was already leaking from her stretched pussy, staining the royal sheets.

He grabbed her thick thighs, spread them wide, and folded her legs back toward her shoulders until she was nearly bent in half. Then, without warning, he slammed his entire twelve-inch cock back inside her in one brutal thrust.

"NGHHH—!!"

Alethea’s eyes flew wide open before rolling back completely into her skull. Her tongue lolled out of her mouth like a dog in heat as the fat head of his cock punched straight into her womb, hitting the very back with a wet, obscene impact. Her back arched violently off the bed. A broken, guttural moan tore from her throat — far too loud for a queen.

Aiden grinned darkly down at her ruined expression.

"Look at you," he growled, already starting to pound her deep and hard. "The mighty Queen Alethea... eyes rolled back, tongue hanging out like a bitch in heat. Is this the same woman who sits on the throne every day?"

He leaned down and captured one of her stiff pink nipples between his lips, sucking hard while his tongue lashed over the large, sensitive areola. At the same time, he bit down — not gently. His teeth sank into the soft flesh of her breast and tugged.

"AH—! Sir—! Too much—! My breasts—! They’re sensitive—!" Alethea cried, her voice hoarse and slurred. But her pussy clenched violently around him, betraying her completely.

Aiden switched to the other breast, sucking and biting the nipple and areola with the same rough hunger. He left fresh teeth marks on the soft, heavy mounds while his hips never stopped moving — long, deep, womb-pounding thrusts that made her entire body jolt with every impact.

After several long minutes of abusing her breasts, he finally pulled back just enough to look at her face.

Her expression was already a mess. Eyes glassy and unfocused. Drool running down her chin. But Aiden wanted more.

He reached up and wrapped his strong fingers around her slender, delicate neck.

Alethea’s eyes widened in sudden fear and shameful excitement.

"W-Wait— Sir— I am— I am the Queen—!"

Aiden squeezed.

Not gently.

His grip tightened around her throat, cutting off her air completely. At the same time, he slammed his cock back into her womb with renewed force, fucking her harder than before.

Alethea’s reaction was instant and pathetic.

Her eyes bulged. Her hands flew up to his wrist, but she didn’t have the strength to pull him off. Tears spilled down her temples. Thick strands of drool poured from the corners of her open mouth. And despite everything — the choking, the brutal fucking, the overstimulation — a wide, idiotic, broken smile slowly spread across her face.

She was smiling while being asphyxiated and womb-fucked.

Aiden’s grin widened at the sight.

"Look at that face," he taunted, voice low and cruel as he kept choking her and pounding her womb. "The Queen of the realm... choking on my cock and smiling like a brainless whore. Is this what you wanted when you summoned me, Your Majesty? To be strangled and bred by the same man who ruined your daughter last night?"

Alethea couldn’t speak. She could only make wet, gurgling sounds as her pussy clenched tighter and tighter around his cock. The lack of air was making everything more intense. Her walls fluttered and squeezed him like a vice, far tighter than before.

Aiden felt it.

"Fuck... you’re clenching so hard," he growled, squeezing her throat even tighter for a few seconds before loosening just enough to let her gasp in a desperate breath. "Your royal cunt is trying to milk me dry while I choke you. You really are more of a pathetic slut than Seraphina."

He tightened his grip again, cutting off her air once more.

Alethea’s eyes rolled back completely. Her tongue hung out further. The broken, blissful smile never left her face even as tears streamed down her cheeks. Her massive breasts bounced wildly with every thrust. Her marked ass lifted off the bed as she unconsciously tried to meet his hips.

She came.

Hard.

Her pussy squirted violently around his cock, soaking his uniform pants and the sheets beneath them. Her entire body convulsed, but Aiden didn’t let go of her throat. He kept fucking her through the orgasm, kept choking her, kept pounding her womb while she twitched and gurgled beneath him.

Only when her eyes started to flutter did he loosen his grip slightly, letting her suck in ragged, desperate breaths before tightening again.

"Cum again," he ordered darkly. "Cum while I choke the dignity out of you."

Alethea obeyed.

Another orgasm ripped through her. Then another. Her pussy kept clenching and squirting, her body completely out of her control. The combination of asphyxiation and deep, brutal womb-fucking had turned her mind to mush.

Aiden was getting close. He could feel her walls milking him desperately.

"I’m going to fill your womb again," he growled, leaning down so his face was inches from hers. His hand stayed locked around her throat. "While you’re smiling like an idiot with my hand around your neck. Tell me you want it."

He loosened his grip just enough for her to speak.

Alethea’s voice was broken, hoarse, and dripping with shameful lust.

"I... I want it...!" she gasped, tears and drool mixing on her face. "Fill me... breed this royal womb... while you choke me... please—!"

Aiden’s fingers tightened again, cutting off her air completely.

He slammed in to the hilt and came hard.

Thick, hot pulses of cum flooded her already-overfilled womb. There was so much that it immediately started leaking out around his cock in heavy white streams. Alethea’s body convulsed violently beneath him — another powerful orgasm triggered by the feeling of being bred while choked. Her eyes rolled back until only the whites showed. Her tongue lolled out completely. That pathetic, broken smile stayed plastered on her face as she gurgled and twitched through the overwhelming pleasure.

Aiden held her there, choking her through his entire orgasm, making sure she took every drop.

Only when he finished did he finally release her throat.

Alethea gasped loudly, coughing and sucking in air like she had been drowning. Drool ran down her chin. Her body kept twitching with aftershocks.

But Aiden wasn’t done.

Without pulling out, he flipped their positions in one smooth motion. He lay back on the bed and pulled the dazed Queen up until she was straddling him in cowgirl position, his still-hard cock buried deep inside her cum-filled pussy.

Alethea swayed unsteadily on top of him, her massive breasts heaving, bite marks and handprints covering her pale skin. Her eyes were glassy and unfocused. She looked completely mind-broken.

Aiden rested his hands on her wide hips and smirked up at her.

"Ride me," he ordered. "Use those royal hips and fuck yourself on my cock. I’m resting now... so you do all the work."

Alethea blinked slowly, still trying to process words through the haze of orgasms and asphyxiation. But her body moved on its own. She placed both trembling hands on his school-uniform-covered chest for support, fingers curling into the fabric.

Then she started moving.

Slowly at first. Awkward, shaky rolls of her hips. But soon she was bouncing on his cock — lifting herself up until only the head remained inside, then dropping back down to take him to the hilt again and again. Wet, obscene sounds filled the room every time she impaled herself. Cum from his previous loads leaked out around his shaft with every downward thrust, running down his balls.

Aiden didn’t thrust. He just lay there, hands roaming up to her massive breasts. He squeezed them roughly, then pinched her stiff, bite-marked nipples between his fingers and tugged.

"Harder," he commanded. "Bounce like the desperate mother you are."

Alethea obeyed mindlessly, riding him faster. Her heavy breasts bounced and slapped together with every movement. Her ass — still bright red from earlier — rippled every time she dropped down.

Aiden’s voice turned dark and merciless as he began tormenting her with questions.

"Tell me, Your Majesty... whose cock is currently stretching your royal womb?"

Alethea’s voice was hoarse and broken as she kept bouncing.

"Y-Yours... Sir’s cock... is inside my womb..."

He pinched her nipples harder, twisting them.

Alethea’s hips faltered for a second before she forced herself to keep moving.

Aiden smirked and slapped one of her breasts, making it jiggle violently.

Tears spilled down Alethea’s face again, but she didn’t stop riding him.

Aiden’s hands returned to her breasts, kneading and pinching roughly while she continued her mindless, desperate ride.

She came hard on top of him, her pussy clenching and squirting around his cock as she kept riding through the orgasm. Her hands pressed harder against his chest for balance, nails digging into the fabric of his uniform.

Aiden didn’t let up with the questions.

"Will you be able to look your daughter in the eyes tomorrow knowing you smiled like an idiot while I choked you and bred you?"

Alethea’s expression twisted with shame and pleasure.

"I... I don’t know—! Ahh! But I can’t stop—! I can’t stop riding you—!"

He pinched both nipples cruelly and pulled them upward, forcing her to lean forward.

"Admit it. You want me to do this to her again while you watch."

Alethea’s hips moved faster, almost frantically.

"I... I want—! No... I—! Ahh! Yes—! I want you to use her again... while I watch... while you choke me too—!"

Aiden laughed darkly, satisfied with how thoroughly broken she had become.

The Queen of the realm had completely crumbled.

And Aiden was far from finished with her.

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END OF Chapter : 471 : THE QUEEN’S MARKED FLESH!

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