Kingdoms

Chapter 2 - Ignarath

*Trigger Warning - acts of r**e*

Ignarath, the land of fire, volcanoes and ambitious lords. None more so than Lord Illieth Mountback, dark haired and snake like in character. A man who is friend to those who have the most power, when that power fades, his loyalty fades with it. Yet remarkably no one seems to have picked apart this pattern.

Illieth strides towards his awaiting carriage, an entourage of servants around him ensuring everything is packed and loaded. His son Igor and daughter Ingrid already inside the carriage awaiting him. Illieth climbs in and seats himself turning to his daughter, "You have important work to do child, you must not fail me." Ingrid bows her head to him. Illieth stares at his daughter as the carriage sets off, heading to Aureila. Yes, he thinks to himself. She has a chance with the King.

She's pretty enough, different enough from the dead Queen to not be a reminder. Red hair, not curly like the Queen's was but gentle waves, long and beautiful. Green almond eyes, soft features and a coating of freckles across the nose and cheeks, trademarks of the climate here in Ignarath. Yes she is pleasing to look at, untouched by any other man, and ready to please the King. He would teach her to please him, she must be the next Queen. If she succeeds the rewards would be great for Illieth and his family.

The King is not the man he once was, age and the contentment he found with the dead Queen ruined that. Gone is the young warrior that took the crown all those years ago, replaced by a fat man who's conspiring court and council lords see to the daily tasks of ruling. Now with the King drowning in sorrow is the time all the Lords will be flocking like him to the capital with their daughters in tow. Illieth knows he must train his daughter to be the best. She must please the King.

He turns to his daughter, training must start now. Her own wants, needs, likes and dislikes are no longer hers, from now on, she likes what the king likes. "Ingrid, what's your favourite wine?" He asks her. "I don't care for wine father, you know that" her reply comes fast. "Wrong, your favorite wine is sweet wine Ingrid. You have to work hard now, your likes are now the kings likes and training starts now, you will be the next Queen" he tells her menacingly.

Shock and horror creep across Ingrids face. "No father, no, I don't want to be Queen, I..." she's cut off by the sharp sting of Illieth's hand across her face, redness immediately taking hold on her cheek from the force of it. "You will do as you are bid by your father girl or you don't even want to know what your fate will be". He spits in her face in response. Ingrid nods, tears brimming in her eyes. It's a two day journey to Aureila and the entire first days carriage ride is spent learning everything the king enjoys and told she enjoys them too.

At night they reach an Inn in which they intend the spend the night, the road too dangerous to be on so night. Illieth enters his daughters room. Her maid is brushing her hair at the dressing table. He dismisses her leaving just him and Ingrid. "Come here child" he beckons her to come to him. Ingrid moves towards him. "I need to teach you child, how to pleasure a King". Fear crosses her face as she takes in what her father just said. "I take no pleasure in this child, and don't worry, your maidenhood will remain intact, for the King will want that". Ingrid stands stock still, fear rooting her to the spot.

Illieth steps towards her and slides the straps of her nightdress down her arms until it pools at her feet. He drinks in the sight of her, yes, she is beautiful, his flesh and blood. Such soft curves and beautiful tit's. He runs his hand down her body, such soft skin, yes she would tempt any man, even a King. He takes her hand and drags her toward the bed. She resists him, Illieth smacks her across the face again, he throws her to the bed and straddles her, pinning her there with his body. He undoes his breeches and pulls his c**k out, disgust showing on her face.

He shakes her "you will accept this, you will learn how to pleasure a King, you will do everything i tell you, or you will suffer a fate worse than death". Tears fall from her face as her father forces open her mouth and shoves his c**k in her mouth. "Now suck, you little b***h". He forces his c**k deeper in her mouth, right the back her throat making her gag, he only pulls back when she hits his leg letting him know she can't breathe. He thrusts again and again, yes her sweet little mouth has just what it takes. Yes, her little gags are quite endearing. He trusts a final time and his seed fills her throat, he leaves his c**k inside her mouth until she has to swallow it all. Only then does he climb off her and leave the room, leaving Ingrid crying into her pillow.

Morning dawns and Illieth is feeling confident. They should arrive in Aureila by nightfall. The introduction of Ingrid needs to be carefully timed. Not today. He would send her straight to whatever rooms they were assigned at the palace tonight and tomorrow he will stage their meeting. Tonight only him and his son Igor will greet the King. Finally after what feels like a month on the road they arrive at the palace of Aureila. A spectacular palace indeed. Walls cleverly designed to be impenetrable yet still beautiful.

The head of the Kingsguard Sir Richard Ballantyne greets him. "Welcome back to Aurelia Lord Mountback, your rooms are ready, your things will be brought up." Sir Richard says as he shakes Illieths hand. "Thank you, Sir Richard, my daughter is weary from the travel so will retire immediately but me and my son will greet the King first" Illieth replies while returning the handshake. "Right this way Lord Mountback, the servants will show Lady Ingrid to her room" Sir Richard says while turning towards the great hall where the King awaits.