Arturia Defeated Expanded- For Jmspikey (Patreon)

“P-please stop! Why are you doing this? Is it not enough that you defeated me?”

Arturia’s plea fell on deaf ears as the young man above her thrust down inside her viciously tearing her madain barrier. The petite blonde screamed and weakly tried to lash out with her thin arms, but beaten as she was, she had little strength remaining. Her golden locks were matted with dirt and sweat, her emerald green eyes glazed over in defeat and defiance. Forcefully stripped of her armor, the petite blonde’s small tits rocked on her chest and the man above her, the young king whom had come from across the sea and conquered both her kingdom and herself leered down at her.

Despite the claiming of her maidenhead, there was no blood, she had long lost the barrier within her womanly area at a young age during her training to be a knight.

“Y-you beast!” Arturia growled up at the boy fucking down into her with this thick turgid girth, adamantly trying to fight against the pleasure that shot through her body with each powerful dicking she received, “It is not enough that you killed my most precious knights! But now you defile me as well?”

A hard slap rocked her jaw and she tasted the coppery tang of blood in her mouth, he sneered down at her, never stopping his thrusting into her abused twat, “Shut up woman!” he growled threateningly, “You lost accept it already! Your only future now is as my queen and bearing my future heir.” he sneered.

It was a revolting concept, but the more she struggled beneath the man, the more Arturia so the delighted lust he felt for her. Hooking her thin legs over his shoulders, he began to piledriver into her roughly from above, dragging her naked back harshly across the ground.

The whoops and laughter of glee of the soldiers around her shamed her even further. He couldn’t even defile her in privacy, no instead he made her his woman right where he defeated her, on the battlefield that was matted with the blood and corpses of her men, the few that lived forced to watch her defilement as prisoners.

Arturia hated herself. She hated that she was born a female instead of a male. She hated beyond hate that despite the fact the foreign king was raping her, that pleasured roared throughout her body and it took all her willpower not to moan like some dirty little whore.

“I-i will not give in!” she growled even as she felt the release almost upon her.

He grinned at her, “We’ll see about that won’t we?” still driving down into her, never stopping his motions. He raised a hand and her eyes widened when it cackled with the stormy power of lightning. He was a magus too!?

Then he placed the hand crackling with the power of the storm above her womanhood, right atop the little nub, her clitoris and he pinched it, flowing the lightning into it.

Her back arched, her womanhood exploded with juices and her eyes rolled back up into the head. Her vision went white with pleasure and Arturia screamed.

And screamed.

A constant orgamis release surged through her for almost an entire minute before she fell limp beneath the foreign king, defeated.

Arturia surrendered to the pleasure and became his woman.

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Arturia grunted as she was tossed harshly against the best inside the young king’s quarters after he made use of her in front of both herself and her men. Her body shook from the after shakes of the maddening pleasure he had fucked into her and both her legs and arms felt like grass beneath her, that’s how was after the fucking he gave her. All she could do was lay on his bed, utterly naked, baring her petite naked body, covered in grime, sweat and sperm and glare feebly at him through her gorgeous albeit now dimmed emerald eyes.

“Now these are some damn nice swords!” King Drak, the young warlord from overseas who’d crushed her army and made her his bitch praised with a whistle. In his left hand he held Arondight, one of the sister blades of her own glorious weapon, and the sword of her loyal and now dead knight Sir Lancelot, slain personally by the man before her himself with his own sword after being disarmed by the boy king. 

On his back, in its sheath hung Galantine. Another sister sword to her own and almost as powerful as her own - taken when Gawain was slain by Arondight in the hands of Drak. With the power of the blade boosting his strength even further and the sun waning, her ever loyal knight Gawain stood no chance.

He was an abomination. It disgusted her to the very pits of her kingly soul to see the blades of her loyal knights in his possession. But what was even worse, what made her feel like tears would come to her eyes, was the last sword he held, the one in his right hand. The one he claimed after defeating her while dual wielding both Arondight and Galatine.

Excalibur. Or, what was formally Excalibur. The once pristine blade, too beautiful to be described by human words alone was dow darkened, the shining blade, turned an inky black that oozed a darkness that seemed to swallow the light around it. The golden inscribing, crafted by the hands of the fae themselves, imbued with the power of victory had turned into a glaring, crimson red and that seemed to radiate bloodlust and the desire for combat.

Even her beloved sword had turned on her.

“Ooh, maybe I’ll make up a new sword style! Three sword style!” Drak laughed, “I saw a guy try to use a sword in his teeth once, didn’t work out, but with my body it shouldn’t be a problem.”

It was hard to stop the tears from falling. Arturia was blessed with the blood of a dragon, the legendary welsh dragon. But, Drak according to his boasting had killed a dragon known as Fafnir and somehow fused with the dead beast, taking its power and invulnerability for himself. That was why she could not win - none could damage Drak. He was nowhere near as good a swordsman as she, but with his raw physical power, mighty magic and undamageable body, she fell before his might. Like all the rest.

There was a clatter, and Arturia jumped slightly looking up to see that the boy, for he was just a boy, easily as young as she was over fifteen years ago when she pulled Caliburn from the stone. He dropped all three beautiful blades, blades capable of even slaying gods and dragons to the ground as if they were mere sticks from a tree and turned towards her with gleaming, hungry slitted crimson red eyes.

Her own emerald gem like eyes widened, and despite her weakened limbs the female king feebly tried to push herself backwards away from him, even as he advanced towards her person, his erection rising up from his waist and allowing his massive draconic cock to tower up to his chest. Her loins still ached from the brutal fucking he’d given her before. She hated the shiver of desire that went through her when she looked at the beastly dick.

“N-no!” The petite golden blonde pleaded with the invading king, “P-please, not again, you have already emptied enough of your seed into to me to make an heir!”

He grinned nastily, “Who the fucks cares about an heir?” Then he literally pounced on her. With draconically powerful infused legs he leaped at her, speeding through the few feet in a blur of motion, landing on her with a powerful thud that almost broke the bed beneath them, his body pinning haers, one arm clasping both of her own and the other roughly digging into her slim hips.

No! She didn’t want this. She didn’t want to be forced through that brutal pleasure again. To lose her mind to the fog of lust and his gargantuan cock. She was Arturia Pendragon, the King of Knights, the Once and Future King and she would not give i-

“Kyaaa!” Arturia screamed, eyes rolling up into her head as he speared into her with enough force to make the bed literally jump upwards from the head of it, almost sending it rolling over.

“Shit!” Drak growled, rutting into her like a beast, curling her up and bending her beneath him as he fucked his massive cock into her slit. “This is the dam best pussy I’ve ever had! Even better than that big tit Scottish bitch with that annoying ass spear!”

Arturia squealed, feeling his throbbing cock piston in and out of her, stretching her gaping pussy out again and again. On each pass smacking against her womb, sloshing the already filled baby container.

It was maddening. Like zaps of lightning that erupted all over her body and behind her eyes. It was too much! Too much pleasure! Arturia couldn’t help it, she didn’t have the will to resist.

It was just too good. The pleasure overwhelmed her, and the instincts of her dragon blood demanded her submission.

Flinging he thin, toned arms up she wrapped them around the broad shoulders of the young draconic king pile driving into her, her wet pussy juices splashing out of her gaping slit obscenely, “Yesssss!” Arturia hissed in a drunken pleasure, excepting the submissive pleasure of being underneath this boy and being the one chosen to bare his cock.

“Ah! Oh lord above you’re so big!” the golden haired king moaned breathily into his ear, shivering and gasping on each thrust, her small, pert test jiggling obscenely on her slender chest.

Drak growled lustfully, his other hand leaving her hands and grabbing the other side of her hips. Then, with a powerful twist he turned them both over, forcing her onto her hands and knees in the blink of an eye.

“Hyaaah!” Arturia squealed like a pig as he sunk even deeper into her, his thick cock punching past her cervix and into her womb, battering everything aside as he reshaped her prophecized pussy into his own personal cum bucket. Her arms and legs buckled beneath her and it was only thanks to Avalon within her healing her that her body had not broken down from the intense fucking she was taking.

“Yeah you little bitch!” Drak spanked her small, round ass hard, one of the cheeks jiggling and turning a bright red, “Who’s your king bitch!? Tell me! Who do you serve!?

Arturia moaned wantonly, thrusting her tight rear back into him with everything she had, “You are my lord!” She shouted, “You’re my everything! My lord! My Master! My King. This little whores big dicked daddy!”

Drak grinned behind her, thrusting one arm forward and grabbing her by the hair, tearing her golden waves free of the bun she kept them in and tugging on it like a leash. She was bent back and now he truly mounted her, like a dog and his horny little bitch in heat.

“Yeah I am bitch!” Drak laughed cruelly, “And guess what! I’ve changed my mind! I think I will put an heir in that bitch belly of yours! Make you my queen and breed you like the silly little slut you are!”

“Yes! Please breed this unworthy sow!” Arturia moaned, pleading in a loud squealing voice, completely surrendering to the young, invading king, smacking her hips into his wantonly, her toned little ass cheeks squishing and clapping against his powerful crotch.

“Then here it comes slut! Take all of my seed and get fat with my child!” Drak roared, thrusting forward one last time with all his might, his fat cock expanding inside her womb even as the fat jed head pierced her cervix and he unleashed it all. Pint after pint of  thick white cream. He roared for over three minutes straight as he  continuously shot load after load into her.

Minutes later he pulled out of the lithe blonde queen to be and looked down at her with a malicious, delighted grin. Arturia lay there in a daze, belly bulged outwards, pink slit gaping like a cave blown apart by a blast from Excalibur and leaking copious amounts of white semen like a river.

Meanwhile, all she could do was lay there, moaning incoherently, tongue hanging limply from her mouth and eyes completely glazed over. Truly she made the perfect, the picture of a silly little breeding slut.