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The staff of Baker’s Bakery had much work cut out for them, for many of them had traveled far to participate in a party hosted by a foreign monarch. Each of them worked their hardest, catering the event, leaving them all particularly exhausted by the time they were ready to clean up after the party. The only exception was, of course, Baker himself. As a construct, he doesn’t tire like most mortals do, and instead, he works diligently to clean and store the tools and materials so that they can take the journey back home.

But as he was working on wiping down a particular set of stubborn spoons, one of the servants approaches him, giving the confectioner a quick bow.

And that’s what got him into the royal sitting room, which is set up with frilly decorations—quite the feminine touch indeed. When the door opens and the Queen herself steps into the chamber, the baker leaps to his feet and bows, hand firmly upon his chest.

“It has been an honor serving you and your event, your highness,” Baker says, addressing her without daring to look her in the eye without permission. “To what do I owe the pleasure of being in your presence this evening?”

The Queen, an older woman, holds up her hand and sits herself, gesturing to Baker’s chair. He catches this and sits himself, slowly lifting his head cautiously as she speaks. “I must say, when I heard about all the services you provided and of your legendary status, I was unsure that you would live up to your reputation. I had to see it myself.”

“So, all of this was a test, your highness?” Baker asks, gripping the arms of his chair.

“Of a sort,” says the queen, sitting with her head held high. “One that would determine if I would require more of your services.”

Baker smirks slightly, drawing a finger over his cheek. “Oh, your magnificence, you are asking about the personal favors I give to certain special customers. You wish that I offer you the same treatment?”

She wrinkles her nose slightly, but sighs. “Not quite.” Looking wistfully towards a magnificent portrait of a strong and stern man staring down at the two, she continues. “When my husband passed, he left behind the heir to the throne. I would never produce another child for him myself, you see. This leaves the son of his first marriage the only one who can take his place.”

Taking another deep breath, she rests her chin upon the back of her hand, staring off towards nothing in particular. “But the boy is mature in age only, having reached adulthood just before the former king’s passing, he’s not had much experience in the ways of the world.”

“You wish for him to learn more worldly things? Surely, many in your kingdom could do that, highness.”

“I tried to teach him all I could and expended the time and effort to research possible other teachers. When I heard of you, though, I figured it was a chance I could take.”

Baker strokes his chin, tapping his fingers over the arm. He crosses a leg over the other, bouncing it pensively. “There are many things I can show him that would be useful in privacy, your Majesty. After all, all I offer are sweet treats and intimacy—a chance to unwind and play their passions upon me however they desire. This is what you are asking for, yes?”

The queen nods. “Your attempts at politeness are appreciated, yes, but perhaps we should pursue this more candidly?”

Sitting up now with both hands on the arms, Baker unfolds his leg, feet firmly on the ground. “Very well. Your Excellence, you wish me to spend an evening exploring sexuality with your stepson?”

Folding her hands over her lap, the queen takes a deep breath, her eyes closed. When she opens them, she looks not directly at Baker, but off to the side, again deep in thought. “Yes, that would be for the best, I think. It would be rather helpful indeed, I think, for he has royal duties to perform one day.”

Baker titters, but covers his mouth, gasping. “My apologies. It’s just that, well, you realize that if he has royal duties to perform in the bedroom, then with one with my current body that would be rather different, wouldn’t you agree?”

The queen snaps her finger. A servant walks into the room, producing her sheets of paper. “All of the reviews I’ve found on your establishment have proven that your paying customers have never left unsatisfied. Quite frankly, many have claimed you were the best fuck of their lives.”

Baker places his fingers upon his chest, fluttering his eyes. “Ah, your Grace, you flatter me with such words.”

“So, will you do it?”

“There was never any question whether I would, rather if I would be effective.”

The queen stands, brushing off the wrinkles in her dress. “There’s only one way to find out, isn’t there, Mister Baker?”

Baker pushes himself up, nodding with a slight chuckle. “Yes, indeed, you are correct. Shall we?”

“Indeed,” the queen says, turning around and heading off toward the door from whence she came. “Allow me to show you the way. The prince is currently reading in our bedroom.”

Baker blinks, and then he frowns, but then he shakes his head and follows her. He could have simply misheard her, after all.

The trip through the palace halls leads Baker to corridors he would have never dreamed a simple caterer would follow. But he is indeed more than a simple caterer, especially now that he has taken the Queen’s job offer. They soon find themselves in front of ornate oak doors at the end of one corridor, where two servants stand, one on either side. The ladies bow at the approach of the queen, grab the handles of the door, and open it up for the two to see the chamber beyond.

It is a large room—perhaps a mix of both a bedroom and a study, complete with bookshelves, seats, and a small coffee table. There is also an impressive balcony that presents the view of the immaculate countryside of this charming land.

The most striking thing to Baker’s attention, however, is the large bed, sized for a king and able to hold two people more than comfortably. The four posts rise to a covering, whose curtains are currently open, but no doubt remain closed when whoever is in there doesn’t want the servants to see what is going on.

The chef thinks of the Queen’s last words and bites his lip, though his thoughts are interrupted when she calls out toward the balcony. “Engel—I’ve brought the guest I mentioned.”

It is then that Baker notices one of the high-backed chairs on the balcony has an occupant in it, who closes a book and stands, turning to face the two. Baker wonders why the Queen would worry about him, for like his namesake, Engel has the quality of a celestial being in his look and how he carries himself. With daintiness, he places his book aside and strolls across the room, approaching the two, placing a hand upon his chest, and nodding. “Greetings to you,” he says with a wistful voice, then turns his eyes toward the Queen. “Wilhemina—why did you bring him here now?”

The Queen, Wilhemina, smirks, gripping her hands together in front of her. “Oh, because, Engel, you need to be taught a lesson now, and Baker here is the perfect one to do so.”

His cool eyes glance over to Baker, scanning up his body. Baker shrugs upon that glance and bows. “Forgive me, your grace, but the arrangement was made in haste. This is a body made more for work than it is for delicate matters, but I simply could not refuse the queen in her request.”

“That’s fine,” breathes out Engel, sighing through his nose. “It can’t be helped. When Minna wants something, there’s nothing I can do about it.”

“My, how… candid,” Baker responds, his chuckle sounding cute, but hiding the nerves that build up in the confectioner. “Do you perhaps want to sit and chat a bit before we get down to business?” Baker offers, motioning to the coffee table.

“The two of you will proceed to the bed,” says Wilhemina, walking over to the front of the large mattress. She summons a servant with a snap, and the servant arrives, pulling up a chair that allows her to sit, facing the bed.

Baker blinks, glancing from the Queen to the Prince, loosening his collar. “Oh my, what’s this?”

The queen maintains her strict posture as she responds. “I must remain here to ensure that the job is done correctly. You must understand, I do not trust a servant to witness your work.”

Engel already unbuttons his clothing, slipping out of his princely garb as he sheds piece by piece, revealing delicate and lacy lingerie that hints at the delightfulness of red velvet in its color and trim. The prince climbs upon the bed, sitting at the edge, brushing his fingers along the soft silk of the sheets. “So, I am under the impression that I am to bed you to fulfill Minna’s curiosity, Master Baker.”

Baker pulls his hat off and tosses it aside, moving his hands to unbutton his coat. “I am under that impression as well. But please, if we are to get close, let us dismiss the pleasantries, shall we?”

The prince nods, placing his hands on his knees. “Very well, Mas… Baker. Then, perhaps you will show me what exactly it is that will prove to Minna I am a worthy successor to the throne.”

Baker pulls his jacket off, revealing his dainty form, freckled with edible glitter over his chest. He steps forward, kicking off his shoes and undoing his pants. “Oh, but Engel,” Baker says, with a lilting titter to punctuate that name as his pants slide down his legs, revealing those shapely chocolate things before he steps fully out of them and climbs onto the bed, straddling the prince. He runs his hands over Engel’s hair, leaning in, pressing his forehead against the human’s.

Engel’s eyes flutter closed, and he sighs, shuddering when the feminine baker makes contact with him. His hands slide back to the bed as he takes in the air of baked goods rising off Baker’s body. He remains sitting there, allowing Baker to take the lead, pressing his lips right up against the prince’s. The sweetness of Baker’s sugar lip stain urges the Prince on, and Engel’s tongue happily licks upon those lips before Baker lets his tongue invade the Prince’s mouth.

Engel grips the sheets, his body tensing up as chocolate hands move down over his sides, brushing over the lingerie and the delicate pale skin where he can.

The two tongues dance together, both men sighing softly out of their noses, giving a soft breeze of breath upon their cheeks.

All the while, Wilhemina watches, unmoving, hardly blinking, but keeping a sharp eye on the two as the Baker leads and the Prince receives. The more they continue on this path, the more she grips her dress.

Baker pulls his mouth free from the young would-be ruler, moving fingers around from his side and down over his soft tummy, trailing downward. “Now then, Engel, why don’t we see what the two of us are really working with?”

Engel nods, letting out a needy little whimper.

And Wilhelmina scoffs.

Baker plays with the area between Engel’s navel and pelvis for a bit, stroking up and down along the smooth skin before he finally dips down, hooking his finger over the lacy underthings and tugging downward.

Engel has a modestly sized dick with proportional balls that pop out from the hem of the garment, resting on it. Despite the teasing and playing, it remains flaccid. Baker chuckles slightly and kisses the prince’s neck. “There’s no need to worry about this, dear Engel. Things will come in time, I’m sure.”

Engel blushes a little bit and returns the kiss on the Baker’s neck. He pulls back, wincing.

“Oh, my. I hope I’m not too bitter,” Baker says.

“N… not at all,” Engel replies, kissing down the baker’s collar. He follows this up, moving down further and further until he gets to one of the confectoner’s nipples, wrapping his lips around the piece. He flicks his tongue over the erect thing and sucks upon the sensitive chocolate.

Baker pushes his chest out, wrapping his arms around the prince, his legs spread, and the prince sitting on his lap. Meanwhile, Wilhelmina watches, raising her nose to the sight, a smirk coming over her face.

Baker glances toward the queen and wraps his legs around the prince, pulling him down so that the prince falls atop him. Princely hands move over Baker’s body, up from his sides, over his chest, and then up to the arms, lacing fingers together. The kisses continue, peppering the pastry chef’s body down, down, and downward even more, before stopping. Awkwardly, he pulls one hand free from Baker’s grasp and grips the baker’s not-as-frilly underthings, tugging them down and revealing the modestly lengthy cock that springs up, already erect and ready to serve. The prince gasps at the sight of the magnificent thing before him, gulping, unable to take his eyes off it.

“Do you like what you see, dear Engel?” asks Baker. “Then, take what you will.”

Engel blinks, staring up at Baker, mouth agape. “Ah, but…”

Baker places a finger to Engel’s lips, then he pushes up, pressing his lips against the prince’s. “Nothing will be off the table for you, my prince.”

Engel wraps his fingers around Baker’s shaft, slowly stroking the thing, pressing his chest up against Baker’s chest. Heavy breaths emerge from the royal throat as his lips quiver, as his thumb reaches up and strokes the head of the chocolate cock.

On her seat, the queen snorts, bunching up her dress, narrowing her eyes.

Engel’s palm presses against the head, rolling around, playing with it, but he climbs off of Baker, a blush heavy on his face, motioning towards the middle of the bed.

Baker climbs up to it, pulling off his underthings and lying flat, hands up above his head, and his legs slightly spread.

The prince climbs over to him, underneath the baker’s legs, pushing them up over his shoulders.

“E… Engel…” Baker huffs, smiling down toward the still flaccid prince. “Are you sure that you have problems with intimacy? You seem rather apt at it, after all.”

Engel leans in, pressing his lips right against the head of the cock, sending a shock of delight down through the baker. “O… oh my…” he thrusts upward, pushing past the prince’s lips, a hand moving down, pressing to the locks, weaving fingers into them. “That’s so eager. How wonderful!”

Minna shuffles about in her seat, frowning.

The prince pulls himself free from Baker’s cock, though the thrusting of the construct leaves him getting a cock to the cheek. He grabs onto that thing, keeping it from smacking him, and presses a finger to his lips, inserting it into his mouth, swirling it around, and then pulling it out with a pop.

The prince sends the glistening digit down below Baker’s lovely set and further down, between those delightful cheeks of his, pressing against the hole and pressing through.

Minna sighs, waving herself off.

That finger explores the baker’s insides, curling and rubbing, then finally pulling out.

“You have… have much more experience than I… I was led to believe.”

“It’s not lack of experience that’s the problem,” Minna finally speaks up, glaring at the prince. “It’s the type of experience the prince prefers, and it seems that he chooses yet again to bring up my ire instead of doing what needs to be done.”

Engel huffs and puffs, looking over his shoulder at the queen. “You brought this angel to me,” he says, his voice attempting to be husky and commanding, but the desperation is there, impossible to hide.

“What do you mea-aaah!?” Baker cannot believe that a moment after the declaration that Engel’s hands would grab onto his cheeks and spread them out, exposing the chocolate star between there just long enough for his face to dive right in, Baker’s balls falling upon his nose as the tongue presses right up against the hole and slides into that loosened up sphincter, swirling around and shoving inside.

Engel groans as he delves into Baker, his body shuddering, his knees firmly on the bed, and his flaccid dick dangling down between his legs. The first drips of precum ooze out from within him and onto the mattress.

“Ah… Oho… E-Engel…” Baker gasps, rocking his hips, his own cock pearling with precum. “Your tongue is so magnificent. Aah, you-you’re simply, ah, divine!”

Wilhelmina huffs and pushes herself up. “I was afraid something like this would happen.”

“H… huh?” Baker gasps.

The queen shakes her head. “Engel, you really are a disappointment, aren’t you? How are you going to produce an heir if you’re just a submissive little servant boy and not a prince?”

“I, ah, assure you, mmm, he’s quite in charge here,” Baker responds.

She closes her eyes and shakes her head. “No, it seems I’ll have to step in and take matters into my own hands.”

Queen Wilhelmina stands from her observational seat and moves her hands to the back of her dress, working on a clasp. “It’s always the same thing with this boy. He always shows a keen disinterest in being the dominating force.” With a click, she undoes the button and pulls at her dress. It falls surprisingly easily off her, layer upon layer tumbling off her alabaster skin. The whole ornate ensemble was a daring façade that she had worn throughout the entire party. One false move and it would be over.

But instead of an embarrassment in the public venue, Minna exudes the absolute domination over this bedroom, from the curves of her matronly figure to the pearliness of her alabaster skin, the ruler of this realm is naked to the waist. Beneath her, she wears a harness around her hips, waiting for an attachment to enact some punishment or another, as well as long stockings that hook to the said harness.

Engel doesn’t turn away from his current obsession, his tongue delving deep into Baker, slurping his bitter body up with abandon, his ass high up in the air, and his limp dick dripping and oozing in delight.

The queen approaches the pair, her ample bosom reflecting in Baker’s eye before she walks up to the edge of the bed. With a swift SLAP, she spanks the prince, commanding Engel to lower himself and finally pull out, whimpering, huffing, and sweating.

“You naughty boy. You can’t be king if you can’t properly mount someone. I thought your proclivities would lead you toward taking on a man, but it seems you’re just worthless no matter who it is you bed.” Her hand rests on his rump, middle finger running along his crack, slowly petting him. “How many times must I teach you this lesson, Engel? How many times must you fall woefully behind my late husband, despite you being his progeny?” She presses that middle finger against Engel’s star, swirling at the hole before she finally presses inside, sinking into him.

“A… aahhh…. Q… Queen mother….” The prince moans, his ass pushing up toward her.

“No excuses anymore. If we can’t get you to copulate even with this beautiful specimen, then it’s clear you have no interest in being the one ruling this kingdom!” She swirls her finger around inside him, playing at his prostate, curling in at it, petting that P-spot.

“Aaah.. Hnnnnahn…. Mmmm”

Baker runs a hand through his hair, his chest rising and then falling. “Perhaps, there is more I can do,” Baker says.

“If you wish to partake in the punishment,” Wilhemina says, pulling her finger out, “feel free to do so. Just keep your rear far away from his face. Deny him what he desires.”

Baker scoots back, leaning against the headboard, his length down between his legs, half erect. He relaxes as the prince shakes his head, looking up to Baker with a whimpering gaze.

“Don’t look at me, Darling. I’m apparently the third wheel in this relationship.”

The queen struts through the room, opening up her armoire. But there isn’t clothing in there, but instead a menagerie of various toys. She brushes her finger over a collection of fake phalluses, some of them ribbed, some of them smooth, some of them spiked, and some of them grooved. She stops upon an ivory-white member, one that resembles an actual phallus. She takes it tenderly, stroking along the underside.

“This one is particularly special to me,” says Minna, turning toward Baker. “It was modeled after a favored coutesan of the realm from before my time. He had a penchant for making things a bit rough for his clients, but that’s fine, because that’s how they desired it.” She lowers the phallic thing and places it into the harness, part of itself sinking into her, making her shudder at the feeling of penetration. “A shame that I haven’t felt a man within me since the death of my husband,” she says, walking back over to the foot of her bed. “For no man has ever been anywhere near as worthy to bed me.”

Baker bites his lip when Minna stands tall over Engel, letting that white phallus fall onto his crack and slowly rubbing the length against him. “Go ahead: don’t disappoint me.”

Baker shakes his head and blinks, a smirk spreading over his lips. “Well, I’m sure if we’re keeping things far away from me, I know just the recipe for such a thing.” He says this, placing his hands down to his sides. His legs softly stroke along the sheets, one lifting, foot tilting, and toes reaching, stroking along the little limp thing that oozes.

The prince shudders, his hands shaking as he holds himself up, huffing and puffing and staring down at the bed, feeling the assault from both sides. The top of Baker’s foot brushes along the prince’s pecker, running the flopping length down along the track of his toe, poking it with the bit toe before letting the thing flop down onto his other foot. He continues to pet along this length, letting his smooth, chocolate feet guide the thing in a subtle stroking motion.

Behind Engel, the queen places a hand on his back and another upon her hips. She trails the ivory cock down along his crack and presses the head upon the finger-softened star. “And now, the only thing you ever respond to, you useless excuse of an heir!” And with that, she thrusts inside, the cock finding its way inside her with such ease that it’s evident to Baker that this is not the first time that the prince has had such a royal treatment.

He chuckles slightly, tilting his head as Engel gasps a girly sigh, the prince’s eyes rolling back. It’s an interesting relationship that these two have, indeed, and he is a part of it now.

Baker can hardly believe it when he sees the two royals intermingling with one another. Sure, Queen Wilhelmina had said a few things out of pocket here and there, but each of them could be chalked up to misinterpretation and a slip of the tongue.

Now, however, with a fake phallus buried deep in Prince Engel’s boy hole, and her naked breasts squished up against his naked back, her arms wrapped around him, caressing his chest and tummy, there is no denying what is going on here.

“My, my, aren’t you two special?” Baker teases, his feet still down between the prince’s legs, toes teasing the flaccid member that even now drips down precum onto his feet.

“Aah… ha…. Nmnnhgh,” is all that Engel can get out as he’s being serviced from two ends. It is up to Minna to speak more plainly.

“Ever since my husband died,” she huffs, rocking her hips into the younger man, “I put it upon myself to make sure the heir of this kingdom would be worthy.

“By all legal accounts,” Baker says, resting his cheek in his hand, “This young man is your stepson, Minna.”

“He is all that is left of my husband, and has no blood connection to me!” She huffs, pressing her palm against the young man’s chest. She pulls him up against her chest. Sitting up now, the two of them give Baker a better view of the young man’s body, and not only that, but the bulge of the heady and large fake cock pushing up and pulling down while inside of him.

“AH…hahh.. Haa!”

“Color me intrigued about how this started,” Baker says, turning his feet so that the balls could play with the prince’s balls. “This isn’t a new event.

Minna leans in, pressing her face up against the prince’s neck. She scratches over his delicate flesh with her teeth as her fingers curl in, gently scratching over his pristine skin. “When the king died, Engel was of age,” she huffs, her slow, methodical motions making him moan through her monologue. “But the laws of our land say that a king must have an heir to secure his spot on the throne, but he would take no maidens that I would give him, isn’t that right, you useless prince?”

Engel’s mouth forms an “O” as he opens to respond, but nothing comes out save for the sounds of a man having his prostate massaged, high-pitched and needy.

Baker shakes his head. “It would do well to hear things from his perspective.”

Engel responds by rolling his eyes back, his floppy prick bouncing as Minna increases the speed at which he jumps on her dildo.

“You won’t get anything noteworthy out of him once he’s in this mood,” Minna grunts. “I saw it the moment he started to service you. No matter what I do or try, he never gets hard! He’ll never produce an heir without being able to penetrate!”

“Well, you seem to be having fun having your way with him,” Baker teases, bouncing the balls on his toes.

“Fun, you say?” the queen pants, licking her lips. She presses her lips to the Prince’s shoulder. “You dare mock this royal punishment I give to this pathetic good-for-nothing?”

“Ooo ooo ooo ooooh!”

“Silence!” Minna hisses, moving a hand down, joining Baker’s feet at the prince’s royal package. She grips that tiny dick, rubbing her thumb underneath it, milking the boy's juice that oozes out.

Engel’s chest pushes out, and he throws his head back, letting out another cry of delight, this one louder and higher than before. His cock drools the semen onto Baker’s digits, and the prince shudders, collapsing on top of that ivory member buried deep inside him.

“And again he reaches his end without so much as a flicker of his length,” Minna scoffs. She pulls herself out of him and unhooks the harness, letting it collapse onto the floor.

Engel falls over in front of Baker, landing with his face on Baker’s chest, curling up against him, and shuddering softly.

“As for you,” Minna says, scooting up on the bed, crawling closer to the two of them with the predatory gaze of a cat, her shoulders moving much like a cougar on the prowl as she approaches the Baker and the curled-up prince. “You’ve met with my displeasure, and that is not acceptable.”

“I certainly aim to please in any regard,” Baker says, a smirk blinking onto his face. “It won’t be too hard to see you as happy as Engel is right now, I’m sure.”

“Oh, but it won’t be nearly as easy,” Minna says, brushing a hand over Baker’s cheek. “When my ire is raised, there is much that needs to be done to satisfy me.”

Baker flutters his eye, pushing the tuckered prince aside. “And there is much I can handle, your majesty.”

“Then, we shall certainly see about that,” Minna says, her lips very close to Baker’s, the heat of her breath heavy on his chocolate skin.

He bridges the gap between the two of them, pressing his lips to hers, his bitter tongue pressing up against the tasting human tongue.

The queen gasps, but she doesn’t let him get the better of her and returns the kiss, leaving Engel to lie on the bed.

But Engel isn’t done, either. He pushes himself up, whimpering and crawling over toward the Baker. He presses kisses against the confectioner’s thigh and up along to his length, having the taste of that cock he so craves, even though he was interrupted earlier.

And there the three of them are together, kissing and embracing in a pile with one another, with Baker in the back of his mind, wondering just what sort of punishments lie in store for him. After all, he is quite the resilient one, and the way Minna kisses is quite passionate. It could indicate a wild continuation to this already wild evening.

Baker finds himself between two royals, making out with the queen as the prince makes use of his royal lips to play with the confectioner’s cock. However heavenly this situation is, it doesn’t do very much for the service-oriented construct, so he slips away from Engel, patting him on the head before he gives Wilhelmina one final kiss on the lips. “Please, Minna, let me take care of you. It’s the least I can do after failing you so completely.”

Minna licks her lips, rubbing her thumb under her mouth. “Very well,” she says after a contemplative hum. “Show me exactly how you plan to make it up to me.”

Baker titters softly, scooting up to Minna, kissing down over her body. It’s quite the voluptuous form, but until now, he only had the opportunity to view it. Now, he has his lips pressing down along her body, having her sit up as he caresses and kisses down her chest.

His first stop is at her nipples, where his sweet pecking places perfect little smecks upon her skin. He wraps his lips around one nipple, flicking his tongue over it and suckling upon the buxom breast.

Immediately, Minna’s ire dissipates and melts away into the soft sighing of one so satisfied with his service. Baker chuckles at this, feeling fully that he has this all under control after such a disruptive previous beat in their lovemaking.

But Minna and Baker aren’t the only ones in this dance, for Engel licks his lips and crawls up behind the baker to press his mouth against the puckered hole of the chocolate construct. His tongue wriggles inside, licking and curling, rubbing inside Baker’s insides, pushing against the perfect position to trigger the p-spot.

This makes Baker react by letting go of Minna’s tit, allowing it to smack back against her chest. Huffing in deep breaths, the baker slips down, kissing between her ribs and down to her navel. He dives deeper, to her royal trim and down even more, until his own tongue rolls out, mirroring the slow, sensual licking motion of the prince within him. Engel’s angelic motions serve as the perfect master to copy for his own ministrations. With each slurp and each slip and each lick, Baker makes the same moves to Wilhelmina’s ladyship. What naughtiness goes through Baker’s mind as he performs such actions upon her, but she need not know the truth of his performance. She just needs to sit back and sigh and moan, which she does right now with such aplomb as to urge Baker forward more into her.

That isn’t to say he didn’t notice that her sounds, or perhaps the way her body presented itself as she leaned back, her chest heaving and her sweat glistening upon her form, were having a pronounced effect on Engel as well. There is a much more enthusiastic lapping of Baker’s bum. There is a tighter grip on his thighs as Engel digs in. There is more of that delight from both of them, but Baker knows there is more that he can give her.

He pulls free from Minna’s embrace and scoots up, placing his hands upon her shoulders and pushing her down. He straddles her, staring down into her eyes from a position of power.

“You’ve been wanting a man who could be above you in power, don’t you?”

Minna blushes, moving her hands, but Baker grabs her by the wrists and holds her down there. Gasping, she nods. “Yes…”

“I can give that to you, if you desire,” Baker says, leaning in, his chest mere inches from her own, his lips right there, his length barely keeping itself from touching her body.

She closes her eyes and nods. “Yuh-yes!” she pleads.

Behind the two, Engel climbs up, pressing his lips to Baker’s balls, rolling his tongue out and dragging it along the dangly pair. The young man shudders, sitting on his knees with legs going in either direction. He groans at the delight of his subservient actions, hardly paying any mind to the two lovers together and instead focusing just on Baker.

“Very well,” Baker replies to the queen, pushing himself forward. With his practiced precision, he presses himself up against her lips, which spread easily for his rod. With a thrust, he’s inside her, the head and then the rest of it following suit.

The queen’s canal wraps around his length like a warm embrace, and he begins his quick and vigorous thrusts, sending shivers of delight up through her body through his strange and rhythmic motions. Being a construct, he can be as precise as he wants. No uncertainty or hesitancy comes with some men as they go at it. Neither is there the tiring that happens when one runs out of stamina. He is the perfect machine for giving pleasure to his partner, and she feels it here in his motions within her.

The queen squirms and shifts on the bed, sighing in delight as she loses herself to Baker’s motions. All of her worries about the prince melt away as she takes the length and the motions. She grips the sheets and rocks her hips, joining him in this erotic dance.

As for Engel, his mouth continues to play with the bouncing balls, his tongue slipping up and down, sighs of delight escaping him as he serves the server. Even though it doesn’t do much for Baker himself from the stimulation alone, knowing that Engel is having fun himself is enough to drive him wild as well.

And so, as he rocks into the queen, the baker loses himself, throwing his head back, letting out higher and higher squeals and groans of delight as he arrives closer and closer to his climax. It isn’t long before the queen herself cries out in her own pleasure, wanting to wrap her arms around him, but stuck pinned down, she screams out loud enough for the servants to hear.

And that is when Baker himself releases, exploding into her with his cream filling, warm and oozy, splurting out inside of her, filling her up even as he pulls back, and she drips down out of him, a perfect little cream pie.

When Baker opens his eyes and looks down at her, his smile fades as he sees the look of utter aghastment upon her face.

“What… did you do…?” she asks, her voice grave.

Baker hovers over Queen Wilhelmina, his boisterous smile deteriorating into a concerned frown. “I’m afraid I don’t know what you mean, Minna.”

A firm slap hits Baker on the cheek, sending the twinkish confectioner off the side and onto the mattress. The queen covers her chest and pulls the sheets over her womanhood, her face bright red. “Don’t you dare call me that after what you’ve done! Only one who is capable of producing an heir within my body is allowed to have his seed inside me. Do you honestly think yourself worthy? Do you wish to usurp the throne?”

Baker rubs his cheeks, pushing himself up slightly. “My apologies, your majesty. I didn’t realize I offended.”

“Someone of your serviceable caliber should know these things already. Engel—he needs to be taught a lesson.

Engel yelps and slips off the bed, scurrying over toward the queen’s wardrobe of various implements and toys.

Baker keeps his head low and his hand placed upon his chest, even while the queen leaves her place on the bed and hovers over him from the side. “Please, let me make it up to you in any way that I am able, your majesty.

“Oh, you’ll do that, certainly,” says Wilhelmina, who nods to her associate.

The prince returns, climbing up onto the bed and grabbing Baker by the arms, lifting them and clamping shackles to his wrists. The pastry chef does not fight back as he is so bound, only keeping his glance over to the queen. “If this is what it takes to please you, then I will endure it.”

The queen’s disdainful scowl softens to a smirk as she heads over to the wardrobe. Engel finishes shackling the baker to one of the posts of the bed, leaving him to lie there on the bed, tied to it with no means of escape.

When Wilhelmina returns, she holds in her hand a long and shining whip, the handles of which she strokes delicately. With her hands now occupied by the implement, the sheets fall to her feet, revealing her glistening womanhood, which drips with Baker’s cream filling.

Engel steps aside, standing and rubbing his arm, keeping his head held low.

Wilhelmina’s grin widens, baring her teeth. “You’ve touted your ability to handle punishment before, haven’t you, Baker. I wonder just how much punishment it is you can take.”

“And I wonder,” Baker says, wriggling in his chains, “how much of this is an actual punishment and how much is play.”

“How bold your lips are!” the queen says, nodding to Engel. “Flip him.”

Engel scoots over to Baker, placing his hands under the chocolate chocolatier and rolling him over so that he lies on his stomach.

“This will teach you about mouthing off to me!” the Queen says, running her hand along the handle of the whip. Then, she cracks the thing, right by the bed, letting the sound ricochet off the walls. “This is to show that I’m not playing around, of course.”

“O-Of course,” Baker responds, writhing in his position.

Engel sits down, gripping the arms of the chair, frowning as he watches the sight go on.

The queen cracks her whip again. This time, it strikes Baker on the back. This tears open a bit of his shell. A yelp of pain rises out from the construct confectioner, but can Baker truly feel pain? In the moment, Wilhelmina believes that is the case, and that is all that Baker needs her to know.

She laughs, watching as syrupy goodness oozes out from the wound that she created. Curious, she steps up and presses her finger to the cut, dragging along the length of the wound and flicking her finger at the end. She brings it up to herself, sniffs the thing, and then presses it to her lips.

Swirling her tongue around her digit, Wilhelmina hums and nods before she pulls it out with a loud Pop!

“And you told me that you had no sweetness in you, Master Baker. What else have you lied to me about? Are you truly as indestructible in the mind as you lead others to believe?”

Baker groans in response, turning over ot his side, facing the queen. He doesn’t say anything, but he instead breathes heavily, his body glistening with some sugary sheen.

“I think you need more of a punishment than a single strike of a whip. No, you need something you’ll remember.” The queen says this, bending down before the Baker, trailing her finger down his body, getting to his cock, which she gives a quick flick to.

Giggling in her mad way, she leans in, opening her mouth, rolling out her tongue, and bringing in Baker’s length. She hums and chuckles, her tongue stroking up and down his length.

Baker watches, his eyes wide, his body shaking, anticipating what might come next.

Engel grips his chair tightly, seeing the bent-over queen before him and her impressive rump. He gulps.

And at that very exact moment, that is when the queen’s teeth sink in, chomping on the hard flesh, breaking off that length, and pulling away.

Baker cries out, writhing around in what one could only hope is mock agony as she takes from him his manhood.

The queen remains there a moment, watching as the sugary syrup oozes out of the hole right above his balls. Her tongue continues to play with the cock held in her mouth, savoring the bitterness of the dark chocolate, all while Baker cries out in some agonized scream, collapsing, giving her exactly what she wants.

And she remains there, bent over in front of the bed, smiling, until she feels something grabbing her by the ass.

Wilhelmina yelps as the mystery hands grab her by the rear, her mouth full of Baker bits preventing her from shouting out with indignant rage at the one who would dare touch her.

And who is this one? Why, it is none other than Engel, who has climbed up from his position away from the action and now stands over the queen as she’s on the bed, spreading her royal cheeks and peering down at her royal rump and the righteous ring currently above her pristine pussy.

Baker just lies down beneath the two, watching with wide eyes and a gaping mouth, the shock of losing his appendage still on his mind, despite the destructibility of his form.

Engel huffs and pushes himself forward, and the queen’s gaze freezes when she sees the prince’s generally flaccid rod complete and ready in an aroused state. It only takes a moment from her first seeing the thing to the head kissing at the entrance to that back door to make her squeal through her filled mouth.

“I can’t stop myself, Minna,” Engel speaks, rocking his hips, rolling his head around. “I’ve never seen you from this position before.”

That’s all he has to say before he pushes himself forward, letting his cock bury itself into her. The queen rolls her eyes back, gritting her teeth as she is penetrated from the rear and filled with a cock that is much more robust when aroused than in its pathetic flaccid state. It stretches her as it fills her, sending shocks of delight and pain whisking through her body, making her collapse onto Baker.

The confectioner's construct loses all vision as her massive breasts mash against his face, but there are worse fates out there for people, and did he not do his job? It certainly feels that way as Engel ruts against Minna, leaning over her, filling the room with his groans of arousal and delight.

Furiously, Minna chews through the chocolate bits in her mouth, swallowing what she can, but the rocking into her is too much, and she gasps, groaning, dropping out partially melted chunks of chocolate onto the bed by Baker’s head. When he turns away from her massive breasts, he’s greeted by the sight of the wasted food, and frowns. “Oh, darling, please don’t bite off more than you can chew.”

Engel wraps his arms around the queen, grabbing at her tits, his fingers digging at her mounds, rolling her in undulating motion, her nipples rubbing under his palms.

“I can’t… ha… believe… ngh… that you’re… so… so primal back there!” Minna gasps, pushing herself up, her back going against the prince’s pectorals. “Your father… ah… ha… he liked… that entrance… as… as well!” She tilts her head back, and Engel reaches up, grasping around her throat.

“Perhaps I am more like him than you thought, Wilhelmina!” He growls, his voice taking on a darker, deeper timbre as his cock continues to rock inside her, spreading her out, paining her, straining her.

“Y… you would… do me this… ha… indignity… of… nnngh… fucking my… my ass instead of breeding me?” Minna asks, glancing behind her.

“I’ll do what I want to you, when I want to you,” Engel growls, his grasp tightening around the throat.

The queen’s groans become more strained, and her vision goes hazy through the feelings from within her and the lack of air to her, leaving the two bouncing bodies as a scene for Baker to watch.

And watch he does, scooting back to the bed, legs wide and arms over the headboard. Cream and chocolate ooze from the chomped spot between his legs. It would be considered a wound on most creatures, but to him, it is just the breaking of a hollow shell. It is the consumption of food, because that is what he is.

And the two are having far too much fun with one another for now to do anything else with their food for the time being.

Engel plants a foot on the edge of the bed, and then he hops up, bringing the other up with him. Now on his toes, he thrusts downward into Minna, grunting as he does. However, the position still isn’t quite right, so he lets go of her throat and grasps her by the back of the skull, thrusting her downward, until she is right down in between Baker’s legs, face right before his mutilated manhood so that she may admire her work, all. At the same time, Engel plows into her, letting gravity shove his sword further down her back hole than before. He grips her hair tightly as he fucks her, and she screams into the mattress by Baker’s legs, her body going into a convulsion of joy and bewilderment, an orgasm that fills the room with her screams.

And in response, Engel tilts his head back, letting out a mighty groan himself as his sword unleashes his seed, firing it off uselessly into her back hole for all the baby batter to stagnate within her instead of siring an heir as she desires. He pulls out of her, his cock oozing, huffing and falling onto the bed beside her, cum drizzling out as she lies on the bed, a veritable cream pie out of her hole, oozing down toward her pussy as if to tease her about what could have been.

And then there is Baker, sitting back and clapping at the performance he had just witnessed. “Bravo, bravo,” he says. “You two were magnificent! Simply better than anything I could have imagined from this coupling, indeed. Well done!”

Baker approaches the throne of the great kingdom with a twirl in his step. The confectioner’s outfit complements the swirl of his skin, a mix of chocolate and cream creating decadent patterns over his lithe and graceful form. Instead of the uniform of his profession, Baker opts for a frilly top and a pleated skirt. And when he bows, he shows off the dainty underthings that he has chosen for this particular mission.

Sitting upon the thrones are King Engel and his beloved Wilhelmina. Engel still has his boyish charm, but the stern determination in his face shows the confidence of his rule. Next to him, Wilhelmina holds onto her belly, heavy with child.

“Oh, great King and Queen,” Baker says. “It is a pleasure to meet the two of you once again and to provide my services, and it is an even greater pleasure to see you in your current state.”

Wilhelmina smirks slightly, gazing longingly at her younger lover. “Well, my dear,” she begins in a wistful tone, “your reward for such performance has finally arrived. Will you continue with these pleasantries for now?”

“No,” Engel’s voice is confident and direct. He pushes himself up to stand and holds his hand out to the baker. “I shall take him to our chambers.”

“And I shall be happy to be taken by you,” Baker says, another bow shows off the nature of his visit to servants and courtiers.

“And I shall be happy to watch,” Wilhelmina says, slowly lifting herself from her seat.

And watch she does, from the moment they breach the bedroom doors, the two men are at one another. It is through a furious kiss that Engel takes Baker, his tongue dancing delightfully through the mouth of the confectioner. It isn’t long before he pushes Baker down, making the feminine figure flop onto the sheets before the king lowers himself down, spreading his legs apart and diving in down to his inviting and swirled hole.

The queen watching does so with more love and appreciation this time around, stroking her bred belly with a wistfulness as Baker writhes on the bed, wrapping his legs around Engel’s head, pulling him in closer, and locking him into place.

Engel does not dislike his situation, his tongue probing deep into Baker’s hole and poking at his p-spot, flicking and licking and swirling at that very sensitive area that any man would have.

And Baker cries out, his sighs and sounds echoing through the halls to tell the kingdom what delights their king is indulging in. It is poetic and beautiful, yet unabashedly unapologetic in its naughtiness.

Engel pulls his face free from Baker, and it is the king who presses his royal scepter upon the servant’s hole.

Baker gasps, grabbing onto his legs, lifting them with such dexterity and flexibility that is beyond what a human could do, allowing Engel complete access to his boy hole.

And the king uses that access with aplomb, pushing into the baker with such ferocity and sincerity that Baker drools a syrupy goodness onto the bed, gasping and grunting with each thrust that fills him up.

And Queen Wilhelmina watches, licking her lips, her delight measurable upon her face.

And the mask of concentration breaks on the king, his rutting thrusting harder and faster than before as he grabs Baker’s thigh with one hand and cups his balls with the other.

Baker’s cock bounces around, flopping about with the exertion, and the sugary precum oozes out of the cockhead, dripping down onto the skirt and onto the sheets, bouncing about in the king’s tight grasp.

It isn’t very long before Engel rears his head, letting out a roar of delight as he bottoms out into Baker. Each spurt of hot seed swells the feminine guy up more and more, leaving Baker a squirming, squealing mess before the king finally pulls out, his cock dripping between his legs. Despite his own twinkish build, he exudes an aura of control, and it is one that he does not give up easily.

Baker is quick to bounce back up from his position and crawl over toward the edge of the bed, reaching and cupping the king’s balls before he leans in, slurping and licking along the cum-and-chocolate drenched cock. He kisses the head and then takes the whole thing into his mouth, chuckling to himself as he stares up at Engel with one uncovered eye, fluttering it as he hums and slips his tongue down along the shaft.

Baker’s head game is impeccable, and he uses this post orgasmic time to give Engel some of the most delightful feelings he could have, leaving the king a groaning and moaning mess.

And Wilhelmina smiles, placing her hands upon her cheeks, practically glowing from the display of the two men before her. Long gone is the vindictiveness of the spurned queen. Now there is only the delight of a mother-to-be.

“My King…” she cooes. “If only you could use me like you use this courtesan. I would love to be impregnated by you again and again.”

The king runs his fingers through the creamy hair, gripping where he can before thrusting deep into the baker’s throat. “Nnngh… only when… You birth… my heir!” he groans, one foot upon the bed now as he thrusts into Baker’s throat, making the anatomy bulge.

Where does the king find such endurance and resilience? It’s quite a lot for Baker to take, but he’s taken quite a bit before. And as the two royal lovers look into each other’s eyes, Baker realizes that he will probably have to endure much more of their energized lovemaking before he is finally allowed to return to his home.

But for a construct such as Baker, whose entire life is predicated on the service of others, having them use him is nothing short of second nature, and something he is happily willing to go over again and again and again.