Get fucked by all of the men in the ball
From Create Your Own Story
The cheering gives you a thought, a way to really make this a celebration to remember. Most of the men in this want a shot at the throne through you. Why not let them have some time in the throne, at least until they come?
You break away from the men, finally getting completely undressed, as your dress falls abruptly on the floor. You walk towards the throne, strutting your body to further lure the audience as you go. A few hands come out and fondle your ample breasts and firm ass.
You moan loudly to further entice the crowd, and you can hear loud murmurs, cheering, and the clattering of clothes hitting the stone floor.
You turn back towards the throng as you approach the throne, not having sat in it just yet. You take in a large breath and project your voice forward for everyone to hear.
"Good friends, trusted allies, amicable business partners. I thank you kindly for our continued goodwill, and for venturing to our tiny kingdom for this celebration, for my ascension to the throne. In that spirit of celebration, and the wish that we all may continue to be as close in years to come as we have in the past, I wish to offer you all a gift. A moment to realize..."
You pause briefly for effect. "What you all really have been wanting all of this time. A seat in this," as you motion to the throne, "and some time with these," as you turn around with your legs spread apart by the length of your shoulders, spreading your ass to show both of your holes. Cheers and applause echo loudly through the hall. As you turn again to face the crowd, nearly all of which are naked and holding their erect manhoods, you try to temper their raging testosterone.
"Now, everyone! Let's not forget our courtly decorum. You are not a bunch of randy sailors just having reached port after nine months without having seen a fair or pretty face. We will do this calmly and without fighting, or we will not do this at all. Now, is that all understood?"
The crowd responds affirmatively, and you nod your head. "Good! Now, come along with me..."
You take the hand of the first man, and guide him up towards the throne.
He lets out a small, almost nervous chuckle, as he sits in the throne, your throne, his legs spread wide, his erection held vertical.
His chuckle turns to soft moaning as you sit on his cock and move yourself up and down on it. His hands gravitate towards your hips as he thrusts up into you.
As you continue along, the men, in proper form as men of order (and at least some level of sophistication), form a line up along the perimeter of the hall.
Everyone has their eyes turned to you, watching you work that cock, waiting patiently for their turn for the same.
You normally like to draw it out with these men; give a slow build up and than a furious release, but that takes far more time than you have right now.
The men, especially the ones unfortunately towards the back, don't have that kind of patience, and you don't have the kind of energy to go for untold hours to do that for all of them.
Instead, you give it to them consistently hard, but not brutally so. After about ten minutes of solid fucking, the man comes inside you.
You moan as you can feel yourself being filled, than let the next man take his turn. In exchange for trying to hurry them all along, you let them have whatever their pleasure preference is.
Most of these men you've fucked before, so you already know about how they prefer their lovemaking; others you have to ask, but nothing is spared or denied. Sloppy handjobs, warm and soft titty-fucks, gagging down on them with your eager throat, your tight ass, and your soaking wet pussy, all of these are given out to the horde of men, and you quickly take on the wonderful stench of semen.
By the time the last man is done, it's only a few hours until daybreak, and you feel exhausted. A few men still linger, hoping for a chance to fuck more...
