The Divorcee Is A Wicked Black Belly

It was said that the tower was built by a monarch for his queen, so she would see him from a distance, gallantly riding his horse to reach home after months of absence taking care of kingly business.

One day, the queen was in the tower when she saw the king kissing and f.u.c.king another woman on the bow of his ship. The king had clean forgot that the tower was practically a spy s.p.a.ce that can see from miles away.

Not only that, the horn dog of a stupid king also forgot that he made another spy gla.s.s and left it with his wife so while he was drilling his darling on the wall of his ship, the wife saw everything and consequently made her plans.

The queen found out that the name of the king"s darling was b.u.t.tercup. She was the fifteen-year old daughter of his admiral, who obviously encouraged the affair for his own gains. The girl also loved money and power and was very happy to snag the king, hoping he would depose his queen and put her on the throne instead.

But there was one thing they didn"t know about the queen. She was a vicious devil when her anger was roused and roused beyond repair she was. She was also a cunning and malicious b.i.t.c.h who preferred to hide her light under a bushel since brains was not exactly the reason why the king married her. Instead, she devised a plan that will not only humiliate the king but will destroy him and his b.u.t.ter wh.o.r.e for all eternity.

b.u.t.tercup, the little king"s darling, had a unique affliction. She was small for a girl, very pet.i.te, but had a deep v.a.g.i.n.a that some whispered, was so deep not one c.o.c.k was enough to fill it. b.u.t.tercup"s cup was not exactly overflowing with honey despite the king"s effort to inflame, stuffed, and take whatever aphrodisiacs he can to double, if not triple, his size.

But he did love b.u.t.tercup dearly so he gave her everything she wanted and needed, except the place by his side. But even then, he was thinking about it, wondering how to get rid of his queen without actually resorting to murder.

When summer came, b.u.t.tercup traveled to the king"s private lodge in the mountains. She traveled alone, ahead of the king because they were still not public with their relationship and there was still the queen to be wary about.

The lodge was situated on the foot of a mountain, surrounded by trees and overlooking a lake that was still and quite beautiful.

b.u.t.tercup contentedly settled in, waiting for her lover to arrive. But something happened on the second day when she went out alone and came face to face with a not so ordinary sight.

A young man was taking a bath in the lake. He was not totally submerged in it but was rather standing with the clear water lapping gently around his knees. He was carrying a wooden pitcher in one hand and he was using it to scoop the water up and pouring it down his naked body.

It was not actually a unique sight to the fifteen year old teen. The king was a proud and shameless exhibitionist in private. The king had the smooth and kingly body that was drool worthy. He was very good with the moves and an expert in pleasuring a female in and out of bed. Admittedly though some part of him was not enough to satisfy his b.u.t.tercup. That part which this young man seemed not to be lacking but was truly endowed with.

b.u.t.tercup stared at that well endowed part of the young man"s body and literally gulped, her mouth becoming dry, her face warming up with heat.

She turned away but not before she saw the young man grasp his mighty tool and gave it a little shake, awakening the dragon head that suddenly swelled and turned blood red in his hand. The scoop of water dripped down the naked body as b.u.t.tercup almost swallowed her tongue. The gush of something wet was warm between her legs. She touched a shaking hand to her cheek and turned away almost guiltily as fast as her shaky legs could carry her.

She met the young man again that same evening and learned that he was a monk living on a temple in the same estate. He met her on his way back from the lake, a dozen fish swimming inside a basket which he offered as a welcome gift.

b.u.t.tercup was blushing as she met his gaze. The young man"s eyes looked innocently into hers but the fingertips that grazed her skin as she accepted the basket was warm and somewhat familiar. b.u.t.tercup flinched as their skins touched but she didn"t turn her head away, her eyes meeting him boldly and a.s.suredly.

Of course two young people living on a s.p.a.ce of less than two miles apart were bound to meet and b.u.mped into each other again and again.

A message came from the king saying he was postponing his travel for another month because the queen was getting suspicious and wanted him to spend part of the summer with her. He found her ill and coughing one night and his heart was somewhat touched. He will be with his b.u.t.tercup again when the mallards flew east for the summer. I love you, my b.u.t.tercup, the king signed the touching letter.

When the letter arrived, b.u.t.tercup was already sharing a cup of red wine with the young monk. Not only the wine but his futon that was laid out on the floor of a small house adjacent to the temple. She was sitting astride his hips, his mighty c.o.c.k buried in her s.e.x, filling and overflowing the parts and crevices of her insides like a homing bird.

b.u.t.tercup was having so much fun riding and playing with her new mighty steed that she was almost disappointed when the king arrived and literally put her p.u.s.s.y in a deprivation diet. But she and the young monk were able to s.n.a.t.c.h some precious time away, on the banks of the lake while the king was out on a hunt, on the steeple of the temple when the king was hearing ma.s.s, inside the room she shared with the king when the urge to rut became too strong and the young monk slipped inside unseen while the king was closeted in his study.

When the summer was over and b.u.t.tercup was left behind to follow the king later, she and the young monk spent the precious few days they had together naked and s.e.xually conjoined like twins. b.u.t.tercup was emotional and even cried when they parted. But then, she saw the young monk again, on the streets of the capital walking with some friends, and the l.u.s.t caught up with them, and the rutting started that very evening.

The queen celebrated her birthday not long after. The king was actually excited about it since he had been planning to poison his mate during the celebration. The month with his b.u.t.tercup on the lodge by the lake had turned the seemingly mild adulterer into a willing murderer. He loved b.u.t.tercup and for her, he was willing to do everything so the two of them could be together.

The queen"s party was attended by all persons of importance inside and outside the realm. Even the queen"s despised stepsister was invited. She of course mocked the queen to her face, none too subtly indicating that she knew about the king"s delicious side dish, and implying that the queen was probably going to lose her head because of her.

The queen smiled and turned away as if she was too aggrieved to answer.

b.u.t.tercup"s father arrived and gave the queen a half-hearted salute but he didn"t bring any gifts which was a great insult.

The room literally buzzed with gossip. People stared at the queen and wondered, their eyes malicious, the curve of their lips smug.

The queen"s stepsister was heard to laugh heartily, the timbre of her voice rising in glee.

The king, however, did not indicate even by a small blink of an eye that he noticed the admiral"s rudeness.

The queen was made a joke at her own party but the king seemed oblivious and even invited the admiral to sample a wine imported from a neighboring vineyard.

The party continued, the guests staring at the suddenly isolated queen under their lashes, openly showing their contempt and amus.e.m.e.nt.

They knew about b.u.t.tercup. But they didn"t know the king was thinking in that direction. No wonder the admiral was so bold as to openly act against the queen in public.

The party was moving into its full swing when suddenly, they heard a shout. Someone had climbed the tower and had fallen off the stairs. It turned out to be the prime minister who broke a leg and was screaming his lungs off because of the pain.

Everybody rushed to the tower to investigate, including the king, the admiral, the queen"s stepsister, and almost the entire guests. The queen followed leisurely behind, talking to one of her ladies" maids and the elderly abbot of her favorite church.

When the queen and her entourage reached the tower, silence greeted their arrival. Even the prime minister had stopped screaming and was now whimpering like a wounded dog in one corner. Everybody was staring terrified at the king whose attention was not on them but somewhere beyond, miles away and that something he was looking at through the spy gla.s.s which he held in his shaking hands.

The crowd looked at the queen who stared curiously back at them. She climbed the rest of the stairs and stood next to the king, who seemed frozen on the spot, his eyes staring blankly in the same direction some distance away.

The queen quietly took the spy gla.s.s from his hand and put the end to her eye. She didn"t have trouble finding what it was the king was looking at since the couple did not make any effort to hide themselves at all.

A young man and a young girl was lying on a field of wild flowers both buck naked. The girl was riding the young man quite vigorously, her hips moving up and down between his thighs as his big and mighty c.o.c.k disappeared and reappeared between the red and inflamed lips of her steaming p.u.s.s.y. The girl was in a frenzy of l.u.s.t as she grinds her hips against the young man then leans forward to aggressively kiss his lips. As she did so, the man forcefully grabbed her hips then slammed his c.o.c.k in and out of her hot receptacle with such force the girl tore her mouth from the young man"s and screamed her head off to high heavens.

The queen was quite entertained at the sight until she notices something.

"This red hair," she said, musingly, still looking through the spy gla.s.s, "A very peculiar shade of red. I believe it"s that girl, the admiral"s daughter. What"s her name again? My G.o.d, she"s a l.u.s.ty little thing. Look at her swallow that whole thing in her tight, wet p.u.s.s.y. All fourteen inches of it. Oh my G.o.d, she"s taken it in her mouth. She"s licking and sucking at it. Holy cow! She"s swallowed all of it!"

The queen looked at her husband, pale and trembling with rage beside her, and at the admiral, who was trying to melt unseen into the background.

"I didn"t know you have such a talented daughter, admiral," the queen said innocently with a smile.

"Enough!" the king barked, trying to wrest the spy gla.s.s from the queen"s hand but she twisted away from his grasp and again put it in her eye.

"Now, she"s under him and he"s got that big thing drilling her almost to the ground," the queen said laughingly, like she was narrating a very interesting story which her captive audience didn"t want to know but secretly want to hear. "Dear lord, that thing is as big as his arm. This can"t be ****, right? The girl is almost out of her mind with l.u.s.t. Look at her wrap her legs tight around his moving hips. She"s clinging on for dear life. The look on her face is so funny. Admiral, your daughter is one l.u.s.ty girl. Want to see?" the queen said, extending the spy gla.s.s to the admiral.

But the admiral was deaf to the insult. He was staring terrified at the king who pushed him out of the way then hurried down the stairs screaming for the guards. The crowd looked at the queen and at the spy gla.s.s, their unspoken words obvious. But the queen turned around and again spied on the couple still f.u.c.king crazily out in the open meadows without another word.

Disappointed, the crowd slowly dispersed, along with the queen"s stepsister whose angry yet disappointed eyes raked the queen with another contemptuous glance.

When the queen left the tower and followed the crowd into the hall, the guards were already dragging two sorry figures into the room. b.u.t.tercup was crying and screaming, while the young man, whose head was covered in the cowl of a monk, walked stoically behind her.

The two young people were pushed in front of the king, and the queen, who leisurely took her seat beside her mate.

The king was obviously foaming at the mouth with rage but was still downplaying his role as the outraged lover in front of his wife. Instead, his fulminating stare fell on b.u.t.tercup whose face was ravaged by fear, and at the young man still wearing the cowl.

"Husband, what"s the meaning of this?" The queen said before the king could say anything. "Why have you brought these two people over? I take it they"ve somehow offended you?"

The king was stymied. Reveal b.u.t.tercup"s perfidy and his wife will have his head. Not say anything about it and he"s made himself a laughing stock as a cuckold. But before he could say anything, his wife again said something that literally pulled the rug from under his already reeling feet.

"And when did you get back, son? Why didn"t you send word?"

Son? Her son?

The young man laughed, pushing the cowl from his head so his face was revealed.

"h.e.l.lo, mother," he said, walking forward and giving the queen a peck on her cheek. "Dad," he said, bowing his head to his liege.

The king was beyond dumbfounded. He gaped at his wife then at his son and could only swallow the bile in his throat.

"Son? You"re the prince?" b.u.t.tercup, who was wearing the same stupid look of surprise as the king, stared at her young lover totally flabbergasted.

"Prince Alexander," the queen said dotingly. "He went away three years ago to train with his uncle in the far east. So, how"s Fat Albert? Still hale and strong, I take it?"

"He just married his sixth wife," the prince said with a smile. "But what I don"t get is why the guards suddenly dragged me here. Is this some kind of a new welcome I"ve never heard before?"

The king was silent.

"Well, we were at the tower and your dad was playing with the spy gla.s.s and he saw...," the queen delicately said.

The prince guffawed hilariously.

"You saw that?" he laughed. "I"m to be arrested for lewd conduct? Since when is f.u.c.king a girl in the open field a crime, dad?" the prince smilingly asked.

The king was again silent, his complexion alternating between purple and green and back again.

"I think your dad was a bit envious. You were quite...ahem..loud with your performance," the queen smiled at her mate who turned a sickly smile back at her.

"The open air does that to me," the prince asked without concern. "Anyway, I"d better turn in and change into something more appropriate. And a shower, too, would be nice."

"Aren"t you forgetting something?" the queen asked.

"Your birthday? I haven"t forgotten about it. I bought you a gift."

"Not that," the queen smiled. "The girl."

"Her?" the prince asked, indicating with a careless glance the shrinking figure of b.u.t.tercup.

"Yes, dear. Her."

"She"s just someone I met on the lodge by the lake. I was staying there for a few days and there she was so..."

The queen looked at the king who looked blankly back at her.

"She"s not just anybody, dear," the queen said. "She"s the daughter of the admiral."

"So?"

The queen again looked helplessly at her husband.

"What are you trying to get at, wife?"

"Your son has just been caught dallying with the innocent daughter of the dear admiral. If so..."

The prince unexpectedly laughed.

"She"s the admiral"s daughter? Could have fooled me. I thought she was one of the maids on the estate. If you"re thinking I took her innocence, far from the truth, mother. She"s a hand"s me down by some idiot whose c.o.c.k was too tiny to give her full satisfaction. She told me my c.o.c.k fits her better than that other guy. She said the guy"s d.i.c.k was too small it was like feeding peas to a hungry lion"s mouth."

The hearty laughter that followed between mother and son, however, was not shared by anyone, least of all the king who turned a sickly pegreen color when he heard the words. Instead, he turned furious eyes at b.u.t.tercup who trembled at the sight of her lover"s wrath.

In the end, the king did not punish the prince and b.u.t.tercup for copulating in the open air. Instead, he ordered b.u.t.tercup to marry an old retainer who lived in a lighthouse some distance away. The retainer was also fifty years older than b.u.t.tercup and shared the lighthouse with some twenty or so cats.

The admiral was imprisoned in the dungeon for ten years for offending the queen. He intentionally forgot to give the queen a gift during her birthday so he paid for it. Five years into his sentence, he died, leaving b.u.t.tercup, who was then pregnant with her fourth child, brokenhearted.

As for the poison which the king intended to give to his wife, for some reason it made its way to the queen"s stepsister"s tea, who keeled over after taking a sip and died. The queen looked at the corpse and ordered it burnt immediately, not even bothering to have it blessed or acknowledged by the church.

As for the king, he never got over the humiliation of his first serious adultery. He would sometimes look at that tall and spindly tower and shudder in remembrance. The queen would look at him, smile her beatific smile, and laugh inwardly at his obvious shame and utter humiliation.

The tower in time became known as the King"s Tower and it was where Nian Zhen would find An Ning when he looked for her the second morning after she had crossed over and they had slept together.