As a lavish carriage rolled to a stop, the rhythmic clatter of hooves faded into a tense hush.
The bustling city gate, once alive with the sounds of merchants and travelers, was now gripped by silence.
Fifty silver-armored soldiers, gleaming under the midday sun, stood as silent sentinels, their disciplined gazes unwavering. Flanking them were fifteen black-armored death soldiers, their presence alone enough to send a chill through the crowd.
Behind their shadowed helms, they seemed less human and more like harbingers of doom.
The carriage at the heart of this fearsome procession was nothing short of a masterpiece of opulence. Deep crimson velvet curtains embroidered with intricate golden threads swayed lightly, while the powerful black steeds that pulled it pawed at the ground impatiently.
Curious onlookers pressed closer, though none dared step too near. Eyes widened in awe, but whispers soon filled the air, spreading like wildfire through the crowd.
A figure in the crowd suddenly pointed toward the carriage, his eyes widening as he caught sight of the unmistakable emblem emblazoned on its side.
“It’s the Royal Family’s carriage,” he whispered urgently, his voice barely audible over the growing murmurs, “Look at the crest, it’s the mark of the Royal Family.”
The realization sent ripples through the crowd, their curiosity sharpening into intense whispers.
“Could it be that Prince Lucian is returning to the capital?” a burly man asked, his voice filled with uncertainty.
“What do you mean?” another man replied, leaning closer, his eyes fixed on the carriage.
“You may not know,” the first speaker continued in a low tone, “but my cousin’s son is a soldier at the Dukedom of Darkhart. I heard… they found a bloodied person just days ago, barely alive.”
Gasps erupted from the onlookers.
“And now there’s a rumour that it was Prince Lucian,” the man finished grimly, his words casting a shadow over the excited crowd.
“What?” a shocked voice echoed from the back.
The man nodded slowly, but his next words were even darker.
“That’s not all… there’s also a rumor going around that the second prince — Drake — was killed in the same attack.”
The weight of the news settled like a heavy cloud, the buzz of excitement now replaced by dread and uncertainty.
Amidst the hushed murmurs and swirling gossip, the crowd’s attention shifted as another carriage approached from within the city.
Flanked by nearly ten black-armored guards, it moved with quiet authority, drawing nearer to the city gate where the royal procession waited.
As the carriage rolled to a stop beside the already waiting carriage, all eyes turned to the door as it opened.
A figure stepped out, commanding the scene with her presence. She was a vision of ethereal beauty — a woman with golden locks that cascaded like a waterfall of sunlight down her back.
Her eyes, luminous and deep, captivated all who gazed upon her.
Her face, though mature, held the grace and wisdom of years without diminishing her timeless allure.
She wore a gown spun from shimmering silk, its silver hue reflecting the soft glow of daylight like moonlight over still waters.
The fabric clung to her curveceous body, accentuating her every curve, before flowing down in delicate folds that danced with her movements.
A daring slit ran along the side, offering glimpses of her creamy thighs with each graceful step, a subtle but undeniable display of elegance and power.
With each step, the crowd seemed to hold its breath, as though in the presence of something both beautiful and untouchable.
As Princess Eloise glided toward Lucian’s carriage, the crowd buzzed with heightened whispers.
“I heard she’s been in the city for some business,” a wealthy merchant murmured, his eyes never leaving her graceful figure, “Now it seems that rumor is true.”
“If she’s here, it must really be Prince Lucian inside that carriage,” another voice speculated, excitement lacing their words.
“How can you be so sure?” someone asked, still skeptical.
“Think about it,” the merchant replied, leaning closer, “Do you really believe if the Emperor or Crown Prince left the capital, we wouldn’t hear about it?”
“You talk like there’s only four people in the royal family,” another man muttered, rolling his eyes.
As the murmurs swelled, the armored guards flanking her moved with practiced precision, their eyes constantly scanning the crowd for potential threats.
Reaching the carriage, the door swung open with a soft creak, revealing an opulent interior draped in crimson velvet and adorned with intricate gold filigree.
Eloise paused briefly, her sultry eyes sweeping over the luxurious space before settling on the figure within.
Without hesitation, she ascended the gilded steps and entered the carriage, the door closing behind her with a muted ‘thud’, leaving the crowd to wonder.
Before long, the carriages started to set off.
…
Inside the carriage,
As soon as Eloise’s feet touched the plush carpet, she cast aside her royal composure.
With a swift, fluid motion, she crossed the small space between them, her silk gown parting to reveal the smooth curve of her juicy thighs.
She threw herself into Lucian’s arms with a hunger that belied her earlier royal grace.
Lucian caught her with ease, his strong arms wrapping around her slender waist.
Her motherly body molded against his, soft and supple, her curves pressing into the hard muscle of his chest.
Her fingers slid through his long white hair, tugging him closer as she breathed in his scent, intoxicating and irresistible.
Lucian’s hands traced down her back, feeling the warmth of her skin through the thin fabric, his grip tightening around her wide hips, pulling her flush against him.
Eloise shivered at the sensation, her body heating under his touch, their closeness charged with an undeniable lust.
“Do you know how worried I was when I got the news?” Eloise whispered in concern, her lips brushing against his ear.
His hands continued their journey, trailing down the smooth curve of her ass, the roundness of it filling his palms, her soft flesh spilling out over his fingers.
She moaned softly, her eyes fluttering closed as he gripped her firmly, feeling every inch of her curves.
“But look, I’m fine, so forgot about all that now, instead…” he murmured, his voice thick with lust.
Lucian’s hand slipped beneath her gown, teasing across the delicate lace of her panties, her arousal slick and warm against his fingertips.
“Aahh~”
Eloise gasped, her wide hips bucking against him as he touched her, her breath hot on his neck.
With a low growl, Lucian tore away her panties, the fabric shredding in his grip.
He lifted her effortlessly, her long legs wrapping around his waist as he carried her to the plush mattress as it sinking beneath them as they tumbled onto it.
Umhhh~
Eloise let out a muffle moan as Lucian’s lips found hers, his tongue invading her mouth, tasting her sweetness.
slurp~ slurp~
As their tongues danced together, Eloise’s hand slid down between them, her fingers stroking his hard c0ck through his pants.
She felt the thickness of him, throbbing and eager, his d!ck filling her palm.
With a quick flick of his wrist, Lucian’s pants were gone, the cool air tickling their bare skin.
Lucian pulled away from her sweet lips, his eyes blazing with lust as he positioned himself between her legs, his fat mushroom head pressing against her wet c*nt.
Her p*ssy was already soaked, dripping with anticipation, her body craving his touch.
THURST—!
With a deep thrust, he drove into her f*ckhole, his c0ck sliding into her tightness, her inner walls stretching to accommodate his thick red-flesh.
“Aaaaahhhhhnnnn… Oh f*ck!” Eloise cried out, her back arching as he filled her hole, his c0ck throbbing inside her.
puh~ thrust~ ahhh~ squelch~ nhmm~ thrust~
Lucian began to move, his hips rocking back and forth, his c0ck thrusting deep into her warmth.
Her nails dug into his back, her hips rising to meet him, her large breasts bouncing with each thrust.
Lucian buried his face in her neck, his teeth grazing her skin as he f*cked her hard and fast, his c0ck driving into her tight c*nt again and again.
Eloise’s body trembled beneath him, her p*ssy tightening around his penis, her moans growing louder as he pounded into her.
“Nephew… ahh… why… why does it… Ohh… feel like…
Oooohhhhwwww… your d!ck is bigger than before?”
Lucian grinned, “Maybe I’ve been training my d!ck for your c*nt, Auntie.”
He pulled out, his c0ck glistening with her juices, the tip of it pressed against her wet crack.
Eloise’s body shook, her thighs quivering as he teased her, his tip just barely brushing against her clit.
rub~ mphh~ rub~~ ah~
“Nooo… don’t stop… Continue to f*ck your aunt’s p*ssy”, She grabbed his ass, pulling him back into her crack, his thick c0ck slamming back into her wet c*nt.
Oooohhhhwwww~~
Eloise’s head fell back against the pillows, her eyes rolling back in her head as he f*cked her hard and fast, his balls slamming into hers thighs, his c0ck filling her f*ckhole to the brim, kissing her womb.
The carriage rocked with their movements, the sound of their bodies slapping together echoing through the small space.
Clap~ Squelch~ slap~ sluch~ thrust~
Lucian’s hands gripped her thighs, spreading them wider as he thrust deeper into her wet hole, his c0ck hitting her in just the right spot.
Lucian while f*cking began to undress her, revealing her smooth skin and soft curves, her body writhing beneath him, her eyes wild with lust.
He then slid his c0ck out of her c*nt and started licking her swollen p*ssy lips, his tongue flicking against her swollen clit.
mmmpppphhhhhh~
Eloise’s hand flew to her mouth, stifling a moan as he ate her out, his tongue slipping into her folds, tasting her sweetness.
“Oh shit, that feels so good,” she gasped, her body shaking as he devoured her.
Lucian grinned up at her, his eyes twinkling with mischief, “Do you want me to make you c*m, auntie?”
She nodded, her lips trembling as she gazed down at him, “yes, please make me c*m, nephew.”
“Mouth or my…”
“USE YOUR FAT D!CK!”
Lucian’s eyes lit up as he sat up, positioning himself on top of her.
Ooohh~
Eloise moaned as he pushed his c0ck back inside her, his thick length filling her f*ckhole again and again as he pounded her hard and deep.
Smack~ Smack~ puh~
“Almost there… don’t stop…”
Her body shuddered beneath him, her legs wrapped around his waist, her fingers digging into his shoulders as he slammed into her.
“AAAaaaahhhhhh~ OHH F*CK YESsssss~~”
Sqquuuuuiiirt~~~
She cried out loud, her body tensing as her orgasm washed over her, her p*ssy clenching around him as she came, her juices dripping down his length.
Lucian groaned, his own release building inside him as he thrust harder into her, his c0ck pulsing within her warmth.
“Mouth… C*m in my mouth!”
Lucian quickly pulled out, his c0ck throbbing in his hand as he moved to straddle her motherly chest.
Eloise’s hands reached up to stroke his length, her fingers teasing the red-tip of his dick.
lick~ flick~
She opened her mouth wide, her pink tongue flicking against his head as she licked the prec*m mixed with her p*ssy juices off the head of his dick.
Lucian threw back his head, his body shuddering as he erupted, his hot and thick c*m spraying across her face, soaking her lips and chin.
Spurt~ Spurt~~ ammmhh~
Gulp~ Lick~
Eloise moaned softly, her tongue lapping up the salty sweetness of his c*m, savoring every drop.
Lucian slumped forward, his c0ck still twitching as he caught his breath.
He looked down at her, his crimson eyes dark with lust, “Auntie, your c*nt is so good that I want to keep fucking you.”
Eloise grinned up at him, “Then let’s keep going. We have all night. And I still have another hole you need to f*ck!”
Eloise laughed, her eyes sparkling as she pulled him down on top of her, their sweaty bodies melting together, their lust igniting into a flame…