Incest Pendragon

"Queen Medb, how is your stay? I hope you're enjoying it," Uther chuckled as he stood before Queen Medb, her limbs bound tightly by chains forged by Morgan le Fay herself in the cold, damp underground prison.

"You broke your promise, King Uther! You promised me Connacht, you promised me an entire kingdom! And yet here I am, imprisoned like a common criminal!" Medb roared, her voice filled with fury. "I went out of my way to help you eliminate Vortigern and the Romans, and this is how you repay me?"

Her defiant glare burned into Uther, her wrath echoing through the stone walls of the prison.

"I hate to be a dick," Uther said with a smirk, his tone dripping with mockery, "but this is just the natural order of things, Queen Medb."

Medb's expression darkened, her anger shifting into a seething hatred at his lack of remorse and shameless words.

"Release me this once, Uther, or you will face the wrath of all Connacht!" she demanded, her voice sharp, her body trembling with indignation.

Uther, instead of appearing threatened, looked amused.

His eyes sparkled with cruel delight at her defiance.

"Connacht's wrath?" he repeated, laughing darkly. "And what will they do, hmm? Face slavery? Have you forgotten how you wiped out their best warriors at that little banquet you set up? They'll crumble without you, Queen Medb."

He stepped closer, the sound of his boots on the stone floor echoing ominously.

Medb's heart began to race as his towering figure loomed over her.

His hand reached out, gripping her chin tightly, forcing her to meet his gaze.

"You're no longer a queen, Maeve," he said, his voice low and dripping with menace. "But you sure do bark louder than any dog."

His hand pressed against her cheek, his fingers digging into her skin and forcing her mouth open.

Her humiliation was palpable as he looked at her with a twisted smile, enjoying her helpless state.

She tried to speak, but only incoherent, muffled sounds escaped her lips.

"How about becoming my dog, Queen Medb?" Uther whispered, his tone now seductive and mocking at the same time. "You can crawl on all fours while I take you from behind in private. And outside? Oh, you'll still be queen—still respected, adored, seen as the great warrior queen, unbeatable in the eyes of your people. Doesn't that sound tempting?"

Medb gasped when he finally released her face, glaring at him with all the hatred she could muster, but her fear and helplessness were evident.

His hand roamed freely, shamelessly exploring her body. His fingers squeezed her breast roughly, his touch lingering before moving to grope her ass.

Her breath hitched, her pride and dignity shattered further with each passing moment, but she refused to look away, glaring at him with every ounce of defiance she had left.

"I hates you, King Uther, I curses you!" Queen Medb cursed him furiously, her voice filled with rage and humiliation.

She wanted to fight back, to make this depraved lecher pay for what he was doing, but her limbs were bound tightly.

No matter how much she struggled, it was pointless—she was completely at his mercy.

"So be it, enjoy your stay then, Queen Medb," King Uther said with a dark chuckle.

But his next words made her blood run cold.

"Since you seem to enjoy being a prisoner so much, let's strip away that royal dignity of yours. You're no longer a queen now, Medb. That glamour, those jewels—they don't suit you anymore."

Before she could respond, he moved closer and grabbed the edges of her dress.

With one ruthless motion, he tore it apart, the fabric shredding under his hands.

Medb gasped as she was left completely exposed, her breasts bare, her smooth, hairless pussy on full display, and her pink nipples hardening involuntarily under the chill of the air.

King Uther's eyes roamed over her naked body with undisguised lust, his lecherous gaze devouring every inch of her.

She felt his hunger like a physical touch, his stare lingering on her most intimate places.

Her humiliation deepened, her anger burning hotter, but there was nothing she could do.

She wanted to kill him—this disgusting, depraved man—but all she could do was glare at him with pure hatred.

And yet, it didn't end there.

He stepped forward, his rough hand trailing down her trembling body.

His fingers found their way between her thighs, parting her folds with ease.

She gasped, her body jolting at the sudden invasion as he thrust two fingers inside her without warning.

His movements were harsh and unrelenting, pumping in and out of her with a rhythm that left her gasping for air.

Medb bit her lip hard, determined not to give him the satisfaction of hearing her moan. But her body betrayed her.

Despite her anger, her humiliation, and her desperate desire to fight back, her body reacted to his touch.

Her hips twitched against his hand, and she could feel the wetness pooling between her thighs as his fingers continued their relentless assault.

"No, don't...! Ah...! I hated it, I hated this...!" she choked out, but her voice was weak, her defiance faltering under the overwhelming sensations.

"Nngh... stop..."

Her moans grew louder, breaking past her clenched teeth as her body succumbed to the unwanted pleasure.

The wet sounds of his fingers plunging into her filled the room, her juices dripping down his hand and splashing against her thighs.

When she finally climaxed, her body convulsed uncontrollably, her breathing ragged and her face flushed deep red with a mix of shame and reluctant ecstasy.

However, King Uther's depravity knew no bounds. His twisted grin widened as he pressed closer to her, his finger hovering near her lips.

The intent was obvious: he wanted her to taste her own juices, to humiliate her further.

"Hey... King Uther," Medb stammered, panic flashing in her eyes. "I apologize for my earlier rudeness. Please, don't—gurgh...!"

Her plea was cut short as Uther forced her mouth open, shoving his finger past her lips.

Her eyes widened in disbelief and disgust as the taste hit her tongue, his finger coated with her essence.

His thrusts were anything but gentle, his finger plunging in and out of her mouth with lewd precision.

She gagged and tried to bite down, desperate to retaliate, but it was useless.

His flesh was unnaturally hard—stronger than steel—and her teeth only caused her pain, not him.

Frustrated and defeated, Medb could do nothing but passively accept his degrading act, her body stiff with rage as his finger violated her mouth over and over.

The sounds of her muffled protests and the wet, obscene noises of his actions filled the air, amplifying her humiliation.

When he finally withdrew his finger, slick with her saliva, Uther smirked down at her.

He stroked her cheek as if she were a lover, his touch mocking her helplessness.

"I must admit, you're truly stunning, Queen Medb," he said, his tone dripping with mockery and lust. "My offer still stands—submit to me, or I'll replace you with someone more... cooperative."

Medb's defiance burned bright as she glared up at him. "I will never submit to a man—least of all, you. Mark my words, Uther. I'll escape this place, and when I do, I'll make you pay for every vile act you've inflicted upon me."

Uther's grin didn't waver; if anything, it grew more sinister.

"Good luck with that, Maeve," he said mockingly, using the nickname as another insult. "Let's see how long that fire of yours lasts. You were born with beauty, power, and wealth—blessings you've always taken for granted. But what will you do when all of that is stripped away?"

He leaned in closer, his voice dropping to a low, taunting whisper. "I'll visit you again soon, my lovely Queen Medb. With a body like yours, it'd be a crime not to indulge. Don't you think?"

His laughter echoed through the cold, damp walls of the prison as he turned and left her there, his shameless words lingering in the silence that followed.

His footsteps faded, leaving Medb alone in the suffocating silence of her cell.

Her chest heaved with suppressed rage, her nails digging into her palms as she glared at his retreating form.

Her eyes blazed with a mixture of fury and unrelenting resolve.

She would not forget this. She would make him pay.