Claimed By The King(s) Of Kings

”Forgive me, Moon Goddess, for I am about to sin,” Malric Ironfang thought to himself. Oh, and you might want to look away. That was his final thought before Savannah Blackmane — daughter of Chancellor Veyron Blackmane and heir to the throne’s future King of Kings — pulled him close. She had been his on‑and‑off companion, but in this moment, she was far more than that.

”Fuck” he whispered as Savannah’s hands clawed at his back, her eyes fluttering shut in overwhelming emotion. The sight broke Malric’s restraint, driving him to thrust into her with the fierce urgency of a wolf.

”Ahhh~~~~~~” Savannah’s voice trembled as her head tilted back, as Malric thrusts in and out of her at an exceptional speed. ”I’m going to cum~~~” she sings, digging her nails into Malric’s bare muscled tones.

Malric increases his speed ravaging her pussy constantly and hitting against her cervix until Savannah releases a high scream slash moan, of which he exists to as her cum squirts out.

”That was... incredible,” Savannah whispered, breathless. Malric laughed softly. ”I suppose it was. If my father ever hears of this, I’ll be finished.” Of course he would. The eldest prince of the kingdom, fucking in the house of the goddess, daring to break tradition in the sacred place of the Goddess, it was an act that showed no respect for faith, and the priest present would surely agree.

”My prince, this is inappropriate,” the young priest said, clearing his throat. He was visibly unsettled, pity that such a young boy had sworn himself to purity and lifelong service to the Goddess.

Malric smirked, eyes narrowing as he studied the priest’s discomfort. ”Do you want to fuck her, boy?I won’t tell anyone and I’m sure she won’t mind.”

”Stop teasing him,” Savannah chided with a laugh. She rose gracefully, pressing her large breasts against Malric’s back, her nails trailing along his arm and licking his ear. Her voice was playful, but her presence carried a dangerous allure. ”He’s taken a vow of chastity.”

Malric chuckled, shaking his head. ”And yet vows are only words. Who would know if they were broken?” Savannah laughs as her hand moves down to the Prince’s semi hard dick. She held her hair back in ponytail as she licked the tip of his humongous dick, trailing her tongue around it.

Malric smirked as she licked down his length, leaving little kisses as she went before returning back and forcing her mouth wide to take his sizes, she moved the best she could before she began moving in an up and down motion, gagging a bit.

If there were three things Savannah Blackmane was known for, they were her intelligence, her beauty, and one other trait that set her apart. She was a true beauty with brains, her rich brown hair framed sharp, siren‑like features, and her striking green eyes could make even the coldest men falter. Her presence was magnetic, her allure undeniable.

But Savannah was more than a pretty face. She possessed a mind as keen as her father’s, Chancellor Veyron Blackmane, and was counted among the greatest young thinkers in the kingdom. Her wit and insight had earned her respect in court, and whispers often claimed she was destined for influence far beyond her years.

The third thing was her blowjobs. The girl could give the most wicked blowjobs even without taking in his entire length. Malric felt it dick strain the more she suck and he clenched her jaw as he grasped her head, pushing his hips forwards thrust in her mouth before releasing a splash of warm white cum.

BANG

Right at the moment as if the moon goddess’s statue had had enough of the scene unfolding in front of her, the temple doors snapped open and in rushed a pair of very angry looking parents, who came to stop at the sight in front of them. The prince with his dick still in the chancellor’s daughter’s mouth with cum dripping from the side of her mouth,

”Fuck,” Malric thought to himself, pulling back just as Savannah’s father rushed in. Chancellor Veyron Blackmane grabbed his daughter by the arms, his face twisted in fury.

”Ouch, Daddy,” Savannah whimpered, but his cold glare silenced her.

”You are in a lot of trouble, girl,” he seethed, dragging her out of the chamber. He bowed his head slightly as he passed Malric’s parents, who looked as though they were ready to kill their eldest son.

Malric laughed under his breath, quickly pulling on his pants and fastening the buckle. ”I’m guessing Molly snitched after Mother found out she cut her hair, just to take the heat off herself.”

The inevitable came. King Alaric’s hand struck across Malric’s cheek with a resounding crack. ”What is wrong with you?” the king roared, gripping his son by the jaw. Father and son looked alike with black hair, crystal blue eyes, and a defined jaw that made them resemble carved gods.

”You are supposed to be living by example for your brothers!” Alaric shouted, shaking him. ”Not desecrating the Moon Goddess’s sanctuary with this disgrace!”

Malric curved his lips into a smirk, lifting his shoulders as if the weight of his father’s fury meant nothing. ”I am living by example, Father,” he said, rolling his eyes. ”Those boys do whatever they want. I do it in front of the goddess so she approves, while Theo fucks in public for everyone to see. One of them is probably drunk in a ditch somewhere, and the other is likely high as a bird.” He laughed, unbothered.

Alaric’s hand struck him again, once, twice, three more times, to make sure the lesson landed.

”Whoa, you’re pretty upset,” Malric said, slipping free of his father’s grip. ”I’ll get out of your hair now.” He darted toward the exit, tossing a quick, mocking greeting as he passed. ”Hi, Mother. Bye, Mother.”

Queen Posy stood in awe, watching her son run off like a child escaping punishment. She shook her head in disappointment and turned to Alaric. ”What are we going to do with those boys? All the packs expect them to be strong kings, yes, but what about being good men? What kind of wife is supposed to handle this?”

Alaric’s jaw tightened, his anger cooling into worry. ”There is still time,” he said firmly. ”They might yet change. Perhaps they will find their fated mates, women with stern enough hands to straighten them out.”

Posy sighed, her eyes lingering on the temple doors where Malric had vanished. ”For all our power, Alaric, it seems raising sons is the hardest battle of all.”