[BONUS] A Minotaur's Loins Pt. 4 (Original) [RELEASED]

A/N: Heh, when a story is so good that someone commissions Part four rather than waiting for it to come around in the Prompt Poll again. Because of the nature of the previous three parts of this story, Part 4 has to be a Patreon Exclusive. However, I am releasing Part 1 right after posting this to make up for that fact.

Anyways, enjoy the defiling of a Queen~

Also here's a second attempt at trying to link the reference pictures for the Queen and Princess! Hopefully that works this time.

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The Queen leads him inside, even as Thickfury strides after her with her daughter freshly fucked and creampied slung over his shoulder. The Princess, despite being a knight of some skill and experience, doesn’t resist in any way… probably due to the aforementioned fucking. With his seed leaking out betwixt her thighs, Princess Andria is limp in Thickfury’s grasp.

Meanwhile, Lady Arolia does not follow after them. In the end, it’s just the Queen, the Princess, and Thickfury as they all step into what can only be the Royal Bedchambers. Massive and ornate, gilded in gold and silks, the place is… ostentatious, to say the least. But in truth, Thickfury only has eyes for one woman. Queen Isabella is a regal beauty, in every way. Her every movement speaks of her elegance and refinement, her gorgeous wavy blonde hair flowing down her back, her crown sitting perfectly fitted atop her head, and her dress, complete with a large cloak, speaking of her power and position.

But in the end, all Thickfury really sees is another woman. Sure, she’s an important woman, and he gets that, but he’s been fucking important women for months now. Ever since Lady Arolia pulled him out of the pits, it’s been Thickfury’s task to breed a new generation on the ladies of this Kingdom. He’s been doing a pretty good job of it as well, in his not-so-humble opinion. He certainly hasn’t had anyone complain yet.

And even the reluctant ones, like the Princess still draped over his shoulder, end up singing his praises by the time he’s done. Snorting, the massive minotaur watches as the Queen stops in the middle of the bedchamber and turns to him, standing in front of a truly massive bed that could have fit half a dozen of her, easily. Hell, it was big even by his standards, truth be told.

“Please, set my daughter down over there. Let her… recover for the time being.”

Thickfury grunts and does as he’s told under the watchful eyes of the blonde Monarch. She was the one who’d gotten her daughter fucked, essentially. It was Queen Isabella that had contacted Lady Arolia, from what the Minotaur understood. And it was Queen Isabella that had arranged for him and her daughter to fight, so that he could beat the Princess Knight… and fuck her silly right afterwards.

Setting Princess Andria down on the couch he’d been directed to, Thickfury turns back to the Queen just in time to watch her begin the process of stripping down. She starts with her jewelry, removing the multitude of rings from her fingers. All the while, she watches him watch her.

“Your name… it’s Thickfury, yes? Was that given to you by your tribe, or by the pit?”

Thickfury startles slightly at that, surprised slightly by the Queen’s knowledge. As far as he knew, most humans didn’t know anything about minotaur culture, nor did they care to learn. Eventually, he responds, his voice guttural and harsh as he spits out a single word in common.

“Tribe.”

She nods in response, seemingly ignoring his terse reply. After the rings, she removes her vambraces, clearly more ornamental in nature then actually meant to guard her. Though from the make of them, he thinks that they might be able to stop a single sword strike, if she were able to raise her arm in time. Regardless, after the vambraces comes her necklace, and finally her crown. Then, she removes her cloak before speaking again, her blue eyes descending to his crotch, where the massive monstrous member that fucked her daughter into such a stupor still hangs out in the open, half-hard and leaking precum.

“I can understand why. I’ve heard accounts of how you fought in the arena. As for thickness… well, I don’t need the accounts when I can see it with my own two eyes, now do I?”

Queen Isabella has a rueful smile on her face, as she steps away from the bed and up to him, still wearing her lowcut dress, her bodice showing off much of her cleavage and pushing up her already sizable breasts to make them look even bigger. With her jewelry and vambraces removed, her arms are bare, even as she reaches out and touches his arms and chest, running her delicate fingers over his front as Thickfury stands there and stares down at her.

“You are a majestic creature, aren’t you? Perhaps you’re even worthy of fathering the next King. But sometimes worthiness must be set aside when needs must be met.”

She steps away from him then, over to a small table that has a collection of potions on it. With purpose, Queen Isabella drinks each and every one of the potions, and Thickfury watches as an immediate change comes over the blonde monarch. Where before there was a woman of elegant refinement, suddenly… suddenly, there is a flustered, flushed WHORE.

Turning back to him, chest now heaving with desire, the Queen licks her lips as her gaze immediately fixates once more on his cock, which starts to rise in the presence of a bitch in heat. She doesn’t look him in the eye again, even as she speaks, the tremor in her voice only speaking more to her lust.

“D-Do it then. Ravage me. I require servants to remove the rest of my garments normally… so you’ll have to tear through this dress to get at me. Go on… show me what you’re made of, Thickfury.”

The way she says his name has him across the room in two easy, massive steps. Snorting, breathing in her feminine scent, Thickfury reaches down and grabs Isabella by her waist with one massive hand, lifting her up into the air. The Queen gasps at this, and then squeaks when he grabs the front of her bodice and almost contemptuously pulls, ripping the garment away from her chest, letting her sizable mammaries spring free from their confines. She’s got an even bigger rack than he thought, as Thickfury realizes he tore away a breast binder beneath the corset.

Snorting again, the Minotaur proceeds to rip the Queen’s royal garments off of her, tearing at her dress and what lies beneath it until Queen Isabella is fully exposed to his eyes. It’s not easy, and he can tell she was telling the truth when she said that it would have required servants to remove the rest of her ensemble. It probably took a whole team of them to put it on each morning.

Still, eventually the Queen has been reduced to nothing but her bared flesh and flushed body. Her sizable chest bounces and jiggles with each breast as she heaves them out, one after another. Her flushed face and dripping wet pussy lips tell a tale of what sort of potions she just took. The usual, to help her survive what was about to be done to her, but also something extra it seemed, in order to make it more pleasurable for her… or maybe for him?

Either way, Thickfury isn’t going to stop and think about it NOW, that’s for sure. With a snort and a grunt, the Minotaur lifts the now naked Queen up a bit further, and then lodges her onto his cockhead, spreading her wide around his massive member’s thick tip as she gasps, looking down at where he’s just beginning to enter her.

“You… y-you’re going to break me. You’re going to fuck me with that big, fat minotaur cock of yours, and you’re going to ruin me. How… how will I ever live without you, after this?”

Darting her eyes up, Isabella reaches out and grabs at the hair on his chest, pulling herself closer to him, pressing her tits against his broad pecs and looking up into his eyes with avarice and greed and sheer, honest, lustful NEED in her gaze.

“Do it. Knock me up. Breed me. Ruin me for human men. Give me a song, and I’ll take you as my husband, I’ll name you King!”

Thickfury snorts at that. She’s obviously not in her right mind right now, so the veracity of her offer is questionable at best. Luckily for her, he doesn’t really care about being King or anything like that. He doesn’t need a royal title… no, he’s here for one thing and one thing only. To spread his seed. With a triumphant roar, Thickfury slams the Queen down onto his cock. He fills Isabella to the brim with his massive member, just like he did with her daughter.

To her credit, though it’s probably mostly because of the potions she took beforehand, Queen Isabella doesn’t immediately break. Oh, there’s a moment where she’s silently screaming and her eyes are rolling up in her head and her body is twitching as his member bulges out of her trim, previously flat tummy, but then that moment passes, Isabella’s eyes roll forward again, and she suddenly lunges forward, clinging to him and moaning wantonly, but still quite coherent as she squeezes and clenches down around his cock.

The Queen does her best to wrap her limbs around his body as Thickfury slides her up and down his length, sheathing his pillar of cock meat inside of her again and again like a sword, but he’s not just thick in the groin region. He’s a full-on brickhouse, and as much as she tries, the Queen is just too small in comparison to do much more than the rest of the noble, supposedly dignified ladies he’s fucked before her… act as his own personal cocksleeve until he’s finally finished with her.

“Yes! Yes, right there! Fuck! Fucking fuck me, you big-dicked bastard! Take me and erase every memory of my husband from my mind! FUUUUUCK!!!”

That has to be the potions talking… except, if he’s smelling correctly, all that Queen Isabella took was a simple lust draft. She’s horny as fuck, yes… but not addled in any other way. It would be more accurate to say that her inhibitions had been diminished, rather than her actual mental faculties. Though his cock ravaging her body was certainly doing plenty to diminish THOSE at the moment.

All the same, this meant that everything the Queen was saying, she’d already been thinking for who knew how long. She’d just known better than to say it… until now.

“Yes, yes, yes! Fuck me! Breed me! Knock me up! Conquer me, you big sexy beast! Take me as your Queen, as your SLAVE!”

Well, luckily for her, he didn’t really have any plans to tell anyone anything about this encounter, he supposed. No, Thickfury was here simply to fuck the Queen silly, breed her with his child, and leave. That was it. He’d do what he needed to do, and he’d get out. He-

“Mother…”

The soft, halting voice of the Princess distracts both Minotaur and Queen from what’s happening at the moment. Thickfury looks over at Princess Andria, and in the process, he turns his body enough that Isabella can look over to her as well. Even as flushed and aroused and horny as the buxom MILF is, she still has the good grace to look slightly ashamed, as she clings to his chest and he continues to bounce her ample bottom up and down on his cock.

“A-Andria…”

Slowly, the defiled Princess Knight pushes off of the couch she’s woken up on. She walks over to where Thickfury is fucking her mother, her face unreadable, her lips ever so slightly parted. One of her hands slides down between her legs, and she gasps as she touches her slightly sore cunt, feeling the stickiness of his seed and her own arousal there.

“M-Mother!”

Isabella lets out a throaty chuckle, interrupted by a wanton, heartfelt moan. Then, she smiles at her daughter.

“Yes, ah, Andria. You’ve been, mm, fucked and bred! It felt wonderful, ooh, did it not? It certainly FEELs wonderful!”

Growling a little, the Princess Knight stalks over. But she doesn’t attack him or her mother as she approaches. Instead, she looks at them both, as he fucks the Queen, looks at where they’re joined. Then, she grabs at his one of his massive arms.

“Not like this! Fuck her… fuck her like you fucked me! On the bed, put her on the bed! Take her like the bitch she is!”

“A-Andria!”

But honestly, what reason does Thickfury have to say no, really? And he has to admit, it’s somewhat appealing, the mental imagery. So, stepping forward, he pulls the squawking Queen off of his cock, spins her around, and plants her face down, ass up on the bed before sliding back into her sopping wet cunt from behind, taking her in the same position as he had the Princess. 

The Queen squeals and climaxes explosively upon re-entry, her entire body shuddering through the orgasm as Thickfury thrusts in and out of her. Meanwhile, the Princess is quickly becoming just as naked as her mother, loosening straps and the like and proving that her armor is as efficient as it is functional. Unlike her MILF of a mom, she doesn’t require any help to get out of it.

As soon as she’s naked, Andria hops up on the bed and plops herself down right in front of her mother, with something in her hands. When Isabella looks up at her daughter in confusion, Andria responds with a lewd, wicked smile as she places her mother’s crown back atop her head.

“My daughter, I…”

And then the Princess Knight shoves her mother’s face into her cunt and begins forcing the Queen to eat her creampied pussy out.

“Shush now, mother. Just… be quiet.”

Thickfury snorts at this, because that’s all but impossible. Still, no more words pass from Queen Isabella’s lips as he fucks her into a stupor, as he plows her until his seed paints the insides of her womb, coating her inner walls with white, hot spunk. He impregnates the Queen quite thoroughly, all while her daughter, the Princess, grinds her face into her quim. 

If the Princess Knight thinks that having her mother eat his load out of her will keep her from getting pregnant, she has another thing coming to her… but Thickfury isn’t overly concerned about it. On the off chance that either of the two royals AREN’T pregnant somehow, then he’s confident he’ll be called back in to finish the job. But given how virile he is, he’s quite confident that the seed will take. He HAS been doing this for a while now.

Finishing off inside of the Queen, Thickfury pulls out and straightens up with a snort, making eye contact with the Princess for a moment over the insensate Queen’s upturned, pale ass. Princess Andria freezes under his gaze, her eyes going wide and dilating with arousal as they meet his own. She opens her mouth but can’t seem to find the words. In the end, she just blushes, unable to speak, unable to do anything but squirm under his gaze until finally, Thickfury turns and leaves.

Rejoining Lady Arolia, he lets her take him home. Their work at the palace is done… for now.