Cucking the Femboy King Out of His Crown

YOU ALMOST GOT CAUGHT FUCKING THE QUEEN AND NOW ENDED UP THE COURT JESTER FOR THE FEMBOY KING YOU'RE CUCKING. USE YOUR POSITION TO RUIN HIS WORLD.

You had been walking the muddy path by the inn when you first saw her. A woman cloaked in deep green wool, hood drawn low over her face, moving with an elegance that didn’t belong to the street. You might have kept walking, but she paused and looked up, and her eyes caught yours.

“My name is Lilly,” she said softly, her voice carrying a warmth that disarmed you.

You spoke with her there in the dusk, leaning against the inn’s wall as the candles inside flickered through the glass. The hours slipped past unnoticed. She listened to your words as though they mattered, laughed at your jokes, and touched your arm when her laughter carried on too long. By nightfall she invited you inside, guiding you up narrow stairs to a small chamber under the eaves.

The days that followed blurred into one another. You shared her bed, her warmth, her whispered words in the dark. You woke tangled together, ate bread and cheese from the market, then returned to her room where desire flared again. She spoke little of herself, always steering the conversation back to you. Still, the weight of her presence made you feel seen, cherished, more than you ever had in your common life.

A week passed like a dream. Then the morning came when iron-shod boots thundered against the inn’s wooden floor. You were eating your stew at the common table when soldiers in the king’s colors filled the room. At their center stood a captain, eyes sweeping the hall until they found her.

She rose calmly, hood slipping back. Gasps rippled through the room as faces recognized her. Your blood turned cold.

The queen.

“Your Majesty—” the captain began, but she raised a hand.

“I was merely seeking a new jester,” she said smoothly, her gaze sliding to you. “And I found one.”

Every eye turned on you. You froze, spoon halfway to your mouth, as the queen’s lips curved in a secret smile only for you.

The guards surrounded you both, their armor clattering. The innkeeper bowed until his forehead nearly touched the floor. You were swept away, out into the street where townsfolk gawked, then in