Incest Pendragon

"Are you not done yet, King Uther?!" Francesca Prelati's voice cracked, her frustration boiling over as she shivered under his relentless touch.

She was forced to ride the warhorse with him, sitting in his lap, his arms wrapped tightly around her from behind.

His cock, hard and unyielding, kept brushing against her ass, sending jolts through her body as she struggled to keep her composure.

Her usual calm and collected tone had completely shattered, replaced by pure anger.

This perverted king wasn't done humiliating her—not by a long shot.

And to make matters worse, his cavalry followed closely behind, oblivious to the depravity unfolding right before their eyes.

From the soldiers' perspective, their king looked majestic, leading the charge with the nun sitting demurely in his lap.

They saw nothing explicit, nothing out of the ordinary. To them, it was simply their noble ruler and his companion.

Not a single doubt crossed their minds.

But the reality was far from innocent.

King Uther's cock was buried deep inside her, thrusting as the horse moved beneath them.

Francesca was forced to bounce on his cock with every gallop, her pussy clenching around him involuntarily.

"Yes, that's the fire I like. I love it when you bark, Prelati," he said with a smug grin, his hand stroking her hair mockingly before sliding down to grip her waist.

He hugged her tightly, holding her in place as she bit her lip, trying desperately to suppress her moans. But it was useless.

Every thrust, every movement of the horse, drove him deeper, grinding against her sensitive spots and pushing her closer to the edge.

"You…" Francesca tried to spit out a curse, but the words caught in her throat.

All she could manage was a frustrated snort as she turned her head away, refusing to meet his gaze.

She hoped, foolishly, that if she stayed quiet and unresponsive, he'd lose interest and stop.

But King Uther wasn't about to let her off so easily.

He moved his hips deliberately, rolling them against her as his cock slipped in and out of her soaked pussy.

The rhythm of the horse's gallop only added to the intensity, each movement shaking her to her core.

The two of them rode on, the setting sun casting a golden glow over the battlefield.

To the soldiers behind them, it was a scene of pure regality, their king leading them into the horizon with unwavering strength.

But for Francesca Prelati, it was a torment she couldn't escape—a nightmarish mix of shame, anger, and unwilling pleasure that left her completely at his mercy.

Yet, it didn't end there.

When their march stopped and the camp was set up, King Uther wasted no time dragging Francesca Prelati into the woods for a quick, rough session.

He fucked her hard, right there, with her still wearing the nun's uniform.

Uther, fully clothed except for the part where his cock was pounding into her, gripped her hips tightly as she clutched at a nearby tree for support, her nails scraping against the bark.

His relentless thrusts were brutal, shaking her entire body as his hips slammed into hers.

She struggled to keep herself upright, her moans echoing through the dense forest, raw and uncontrolled.

Fortunately—or unfortunately—Uther had already ordered her to set up a soundproof magic formation before they started.

No one could hear them, no matter how loud she screamed or how desperate her moans became.

Not even the animals of the forest would be disturbed by the chaos happening in that hidden space.

"I'm going to cum inside you, Prelati," Uther growled, his voice thick with desire as he gripped her hips tighter.

His thrusts quickened, each one driving him deeper into her soaked pussy, her walls clenching around him involuntarily.

"Argh… No! Not inside, King Uther! Ah… Stop it!" she cried, her voice a mixture of frustration and submission as she tried to push him away.

But his strength was overwhelming, and he held her in place, his cock slamming into her harder, faster, with a brutal intensity that left her trembling.

"Too late, nun," he growled darkly, and with one final, punishing thrust, he buried himself as deep as possible, unloading thick ropes of cum into her.

Prelati's legs gave out as her knees buckled, her body sinking against the tree for support.

Her eyes rolled back for a moment, caught between the unbearable pleasure and the sheer dread of the situation.

As she tried to recover, panting heavily, she glared at him.

"What if I get pregnant?" she hissed, her voice shaky but still sharp with defiance.

Uther smirked, a wicked grin spreading across his face.

"Wouldn't that be better? A child born from a king and a fallen nun. Fitting, isn't it?" He stepped back slightly, stroking his still-erect cock.

His eyes glinted with sadistic amusement as he aimed it at her lips.

"Suck," he commanded, his tone leaving no room for argument.

Prelati's mind raced.

For a brief moment, she considered biting down and being done with it, but she knew better.

In this world of magic, there were countless ways he could retaliate.

She had no doubt that King Uther, with his mastery over both sword and sorcery, would have ways to protect himself—even from something as extreme as that.

Hell, in a world like this, if people could reinforce their bodies with magic, who was to say he couldn't reinforce his cock?

Like in One Piece with Haki, imagined him making his cock impenetrable, and the absurd thought only added to sense of despair in setting.

The reality was simple: the church had abandoned her, and no rescue was coming.

There was no one to save her from the king's grasp.

With a resigned sigh, she opened her lips, taking his cock into her mouth.

It was hot, thick, and pulsing with life.

She began to suck, her tongue moving against the shaft as he smirked in satisfaction, watching her degrade herself further.

Uther leaned back, letting her do all the work, his hand resting casually on the back of her head as he basked in his victory over her.