A Royal Engagement


This account is not intended to be historically accurate, but it is supposed to be humourous.

A royal stag involution

The planning had taken respective month. diplomatic central had been extended and tedious and now the happy union between Prince Harold of Moronia and Princess Lilla of Transvallia had been arranged to cement the union between the two state after twenty long time or so of sporadic war.

Neither incline really wanted a war, but neither would take peace over the gainsay city and state of Dunn. Basically neither English wanted the money pit but interior pride got in the way.

Princess Lilla was not pleased,"Why do I have to wed that dork,"she demanded.

"Because you are a girl, you do not have any sister and as far as we know Harold isn't gay,"her mother sighed.

"Why do I have to tie Lilla ?"Harold asked.

"To end the war,"his forefather the big businessman explained,"Don't you read the newspaper publisher ?"

"Can't my Sister marry one of their Princes ?"Harold asked.

"Only if you marrying Lilla doesn't work out,"The King added.

Harold was not happy, he had seen Lilla's portraiture and he knew the creative person, and knew the princess would be XX kilos heavier, 20 centimetre shorter and at least twice as wide as the photo, why even his own Church Father's portraiture showed a finely solid goliath of of a man not the fat old jackass he had now become.

Lilla was not happy, crammed in to a carriage for two days with her Lady in waiting was no fun at all. She much preferred the castling where she lived, and she especially liked winding up footmen trying to get them uncomfortable as she flashed some thigh or a boob so they got an embarrassing woody.

Jayne her confidante was doing her undecomposed to carry Lilla that Harold was a good catch,"Look it's just the wedding party night and then you can drive in anyone you like, you won't have to be a virgin anymore."

"That bird's well and truly flown,"Lilla admitted.

"Oh fick,"Jayne gasped,"It's the kickoff thing they'll check."

"You did clear didn't you ? Egbert, the fit gardener ?"Lilla asked.

"I thought you just tossed him off,"Jayne protested.

"No, full phase of the moon 20 centimetre,"Lilla grinned,"Pulled out though, no babies."

"Damn,"Jayne cursed,"You should have said and we could receive tried to get you stitched up again."

"Too late,"Lilla laughed,"If you are so worried you had honest pretend to be me for the checks."

"I look nil like you,"Jayne protested.

"They will only ingest seen that tremendous house painting,"Lilla pointed out,"Stick my crown on and no one will be any the wiser."

Jayne was not too thrill,"What happens if I end up married to Prince Harold ?"

"Really, do you seriously think he will fancy you ?"Lilla asked.

Jayne was hurt but she knew she was over weight, and short so maybe Lilla had a point.

The stroller thundered on as the center vehicle of a twenty pusher convoy of guards, soldiers, courtiers and every former sort of hanger on you could call up of.

They arrived at the Castle and were invited in."Welcome to palace Moronia,"Herr Dorkmeister the door keeper welcomed them,"Take a shit and I shall tell his highness you are here."

"How rude,"Jayne exclaimed.

"He's a mind referee,"Lilla replied as she made a bee origin for the lavatories. Jayne was left to explain the barter to the government official who were not exactly pleased but had to agree to go along with it.

The King welcomed them in his individual apartment,"Ah Lilla my dear, even more beautiful than your portrait,"he simpered.

"And you so hansom, just like on the Moronia coins."Jayne replied.

"Cut the Wise crack,"Lilla whispered.

"I see we contribution a sense of humor,"the King sighed,"My government minister came up with the union design not I, and to be honest Harold is not keen."

"Oh,"Jayne queried.

"He told me to satiate the whole idea up my ass,"the King continued,"And that's before he saw you so, well, don't be too disappointed."

"Oh,"Jayne replied.

"Not that you are not beautiful,"the Billie Jean Moffitt King lied."I should wed you in a moment."

"But you are married,"Jayne exclaimed.

"Sadly so,"the King admitted.

"I heard that,"the Queen snapped as she swept in like an old fashion battleship sweeping in to port or like one-half of Mont Blanc suddenly appearing through a threshold."Anyway word is this slut has fucked half the home so evince us the goods Lady."

"What ?"Jayne protested.

"Show us your cunt, we need to check you are a virgin."the female monarch insisted.

Jayne looked round of drinks, Lilla nodded slightly, so Jayne reluctantly sat down on a couch and with some difficulty she raised her long flowing doll and under bird so the pouf could arrest for a hymen.

The Queen was first to appear. Jayne shivered at the indignity of it. The aplomb air on her second joint and crotch was exciting, she started to sense uncomfortably damp.

The poof's long nailed fingerbreadth gently separated Jayne's moistened snatch sassing, her maidenhead glistened,"She's intact,"she said,"She's also Lesbian."The Queen paused,"Would you like me to push my finger deep in your twat ?"

"Yes,"Jayne said in a tiny rustling."Please !"

"You can come in now, she's a Virgin,"the King shouted and Prince Harold appeared from the side room.

"Oh for fucks sake you must be kidding,"Harold said as he saw Jayne with her chick up and his female parent caressing her genitals."Tell you what, you tell her her to fuck off and I'll give her lady in waiting one."he said pleasantly.

Lilla was outraged but Harold was fit, seriously fit, so when he grabbed her by the arm she didn't resist, or when her pushed her against a death chair back, or, when her bent-grass her over, even when he lifted her skirts and bared her buttocks she did n't protest and even when rammed his hawkshaw bass inside Lilla's well worn cunt she forgot to shout, a muffled Ohhhh was the best she could manage.

"Get off her,"the power shouted.

"Not again,"the Queen agreed.

"For fucks sake !"Lilla cried

"Oh it's all gone horribly, ah, right ?"Jayne added.

"What ? never seen anyone fucking before,"Harold asked as he gave Lilla a really salutary beholding to,"You can see she was up for it, gagging for it."he added,"Now what you going to do about me marrying Princess HogsFart."

"You are fucking Princess Lilla right now you Moron,"Jayne snapped,"We changed places."

"Then you're even more stupid than you look,"Harold laughed,"Oh fucking bollocks."he added as he realised what this meant.

"septenary out of ten,"Lilla said,"You need some work on your chat up lines, but I can work with that dick."

"So clean my prick with your mouth and get me hard again,"Harold ordered.

"That's what Ladies in waiting are for,"Lilla replied but Jayne and the poove had got a bit carried away and the Queen had three fingerbreadth deep inside Jayne while Jayne thought she was in heaven.

"suck my shaft bitch,"Harold said pleasantly.

"That's no way to verbalize to your mother,"the King replied.

"He means this one,"the Queen replied,"sucking his dick dear, he gets scratchy if he doesn't get his way.

Jayne had never sucked dick before, and certainly not a scuzzy jism covered cringe one but she did her substantially. She briefly considered biting the end off but decided against it, but the thought that he was in her force excited her. That's when she started to cum.

"Agghh,"Harold cried as Jayne forgot what she was doing and accidentally almost bit off his dick as she lost in in the purple haze of orgasm.

He pulled out rapidly,"She bit me."

Lilla commiserated, and kissed his tool better,"Better make sure it still works,"she advised and she lay back and guided it back inside her willing cunt.

"What a fucking shambles,"the King observed,"Where's my mistress when I need her,"Carmella, Carmella, where the roll in the hay are you ?"he cried.

"She's useless the queen regnant sighed,"You don't partiality becoming an official Royal schoolmistress do you ? she asked Jayne.

"Does it pay well ?"Jayne asked.

"No but we can have luck of fun,"the poof suggested.

"What do I have to do ?"Jayne asked.

"Climb on his dick and shut him up,"the Queen suggested

"That's your job,"Jayne countered.

"I have a bad back, and some self respect,"the nance explained as Jayne saw the sense in it and started to remove the Martin Luther King'trousers.

While this was going on, Many many Transvallian bureaucrats and hangers on had clustered around inside and outside the way trying to work out what the fuck was going on.

"Your benignant majesty, power I enquire What the fuck is going on ?"the Herr Keerstarmer the unfearing or stunned one asked.

The King rolled his centre and explained,"Harold fucked Lilla, so they 're getting married whether they like it or not and this girl who ever she is, is now my official number one mistress and Carmella my former mistress is looking for another job, now fuck off and pass us some privacy."

'' I thank you your nice Majesty, I shall have the town crier tell the universe at once, '' Herr Keerstarmer replied

'' Just do one all right ? '' the King ordered as he looked forward to exploring Jayne 's body column inch by in when he had had a piffling nap to let his dick recover, and the fag went in to marriage mode and started wondering what to wear.

And so the nation of Moronia and Transvallia were reconciled and peace reigned for various geezerhood until the Russians invaded .
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