The Virgin And The King

The King sat on the royal throne at the end at the grand marble room. A red carpet led from the throne to the ornate double doors at the entrance, which swung open to reveal a lonely figure stood in the entrance trembling slightly. The door closed shut with an echoing thump, startling the young woman who had just entered. The King watched as her eyes widened at the sight of the decorated gold ceiling and vast golden archways that stretched into distance. There she saw the King sitting, gazing at her, waiting. She swallowed hard with feelings of nerves, elation and satisfaction in her tummy, she began to walk confidently forward down the red carpet with her head held high as today she was her to face her destiny, her purpose, her moment in life was here, to submit herself to His Majesty the King.

She strode down the red carpet with firm footsteps that shook her ample breasts in her simple cotton dress as she climbed the steps to approach the throne. She pulled the sides of her Virginal white gown to the sides and curtseyed to the King making sure to lean forward and to show the King her beautiful cleavage which she did so expertly as though she had practised the move a thousand times before; which she had.

"What is Your Majesty's pleasure?" She asked bowing her head as the same time keeping his gaze fixed to her eyes. He saw him glance down at her exposed dark skin and watched the powerful ruler smile; she knew that she had passed the first test.

"Come here young Virgin," he gestured with his open hand for her to come closer. She stood once more making sure to sensuously brush the down her thighs as she stepped forward rolling her pelvis with each of the steps she took.

"Turn around, let me see you."

Placing her hands on her thighs once more, the Virgin brought her shoulder forward as she began to turn, keeping the Kings gaze fixed until it drifted away to undress her in his mind. Now side on the King could see her erotic curves as they revolved in front of his eyes until the Virgin stood looking over her shoulder at him, hands placed sexily on the top of her hips, with the tips of her fingers pressing into the flesh of her arse through the flimsy cotton gown.

She delivered an open mouthed smile at the King as if to dare to say 'this is all yours' and nodding in approval, the King spoke once more.

"You are the most exquisite jewel I have ever seen, I will take you, and you will be mine."

At the sound of his command, she returned to face the King, pushing her breasts forward as she did but at the same time keeping her hands behind her. The Virgin began to sway her body with a sultry look on her face as she slid one arm down her arse whilst bringing the opposite up to below her breast turning her again slightly to demonstrate her voluptuous body to her King. She continued her erotic movement as she spoke.

"It has been my longest held desire to be here for you Your Majesty. I have spent years in preparation and training to pleasure you. My body is yours to take and do as you will. I will submit to every pleasure you wish to bestow upon me and accept that I will never know as much pleasure as I will experience here by your hand."

The King stood suddenly and seized her. He grasped one wrist in his hand and pulled her body close to his with the other. The Virgin gasped in surprise as he held her so close to his body that she could feel the power and lust in this man flowing into her from the contact she had. Her body reacted by exciting her nipples and exuberant wetness appeared between her legs. Despite all her training, she leant back slightly away from him almost pulling away in a moment of innocent fright at being finally controlled by her King. His grip was so strong and he felt so firm and so dominant that the potential consequences of her presence here ran through her mind increasing the stimulation between her legs, driving her heart to pound faster in her chest. The King looked through her soul as he spoke watching her breaths increasing.

"You are mine for my pleasure are you not?" The King asked expecting only one answer

"Yes Your Majesty," panted the Virgin

"You shall submit your body to use as I please won't you?"

"Yes Your Majesty,"

"I am your King and you are ready to serve me aren't you?"

"Yes Your Majesty"

"And I am going to FUCK you!"

The passion and power in his voice shot through the girl's body, stimulating her untapped senses causing feelings to erupt inside her uncontrollably letting her body cry out for the attention it had been waiting for all her life. Her heart drove the blood inside her veins and she felt the blood rush to her sexual senses to let her passions be realised by her King.

Once in the Kings bedchamber, the young Virgin stood a little wearily now as she realised the true nature of her position became clear. Her natural shyness took over and she had to let herself accept she was a little afraid.

"Come here you dirty fucking whore!" ordered the King. This scared the Virgin a little.

"You filthy slut! I'm going to fuck your tight little cunt!"

Unsure, the Virgin spoke in a timid voice.

"No Your Majesty, I'm not a whore, I am a Virgin"

"What!?" shouted the King.

"I am a Virgin; I am here for you to take my body for your pleasure."

The King's anger subsided as he remembered this beautiful young woman before him was not one of the usual whores he had brought to him on a regular basis. This beauty had been hand picked and trained just for him. She was someone to be savoured.

"Well," said the King gently, "You had better come here then hadn't you?"

"Yes Your Majesty"

She went to the King and stood before him. He was sitting on the side of the grand four poster bed, the centre piece to this warm carpeted royal bedroom which lived up to every thought that young children would think a Kings bedroom should be.

He finally ran his hands over the Virgin's body sculpting her contours with his palms. First down over the shoulders, over the wrists and ending with the fingers. Then he placed his hands on her cheeks and glided them down her neck slowly over her breasts and then out to the tops of her hips. The girl before him shut her eyes and enjoyed every part of every touch and was thrilled as the finger tips glanced over her sensitive nipples which began to tighten causing her to draw breath sharply. Her breaths increased and the next series of sensations started with the Kings hands being inverted as if to swim but the palms moulded themselves around the curves of her knees and slid sensuously up to between the Virgin's legs.

The growing sensation filled her senses with delight and also with a sense of guilt as if something that shouldn't was about to occur. She bit her lip slightly and felt the warm palms grow closer taking an eternity to touch her were she most needed it. She opened her eyes when the feeling stopped.

"Turn Around." Said the King

The Virgin felt the King stand behind her. Her heart sounded a little faster in her chest knowing, anticipating that soon she would feel the pleasures that had just graced her thighs. When his hand landed on her shoulder the sensation drew a sharp intake of breath through her lips giving the King cause to delight at the pleasure he was inflicting on this young woman. He let his hand slip down her shoulder before moving his lips closer to allow his warm breath to drift over her skin building the sensation that foretold his kiss. At the sensation of the touch of His Majesty's lips to her neck, the Virgins heart allowed a feeling to escape from her as a soft 'Oh' that confirmed her pleasure. Then more sensations as the king kissed her delicate neck to her shoulders as if to distract from his hands moving down her collar to the clasp holding her dress.

With a swift twist and tear, the King forcefully separated the clasp causing the dress to drop dramatically to the floor. The Virgin felt a mix of sensation surge through her. Instant feelings of self consciousness, ashamedness and yet at the same time she felt natural and relaxed. Her reaction was to reach round her self but the King prevented her arms from covering her open body and for a moment she struggled to resist her King. This was met by a sharp bite to her neck on the vein, stalling her fight in a stab of pleasure and pain. Her arms now relaxed again as she returned to feel the Kings control bringing her simultaneous warmth, safety and pleasure.

The King's hands relaxed his controlling grip from her and pressed in and down towards the Virgins now exposed breasts. The palms sent shudders through the girl's body as they slowly and firmly spread down covering the whole bosom before enclosing the flesh and returning slightly drawing breast with it stirring the erect nipple under the pad of his hand. The Virgin gasped at the pleasures now filling her, inescapable delight! Never had the King felt such a texture before, warm soft silk to the touch with an indescribable sensation as he closed around it. He wanted to touch it gently and crush it at the same time to see what could be done with these mysterious objects of desire. He kissed the young woman's neck more and felt her breast tighter eliciting moans of delight from her knowing that she was ready to receive his powerful love.

The King had one hand around her waist from one side with the palm firmly feeling the girl's opposite breast while the other hand passed down the dark exposed skin of her body to between her legs. The warm moist sensation graced the King's finger tips as he slid his hand fully over the Virgins wet pussy, the innocent girl gasped from the pleasure that shot through her and aroused every sense in her body. She arched her back slightly in pleasure only to have it controlled by the King's arm around her waist, keeping her firmly gripped multiplying her pleasure by rhythmically moving both his hands to harmonise the waves of sensation that slowly began to build.

The confident pressure the King applied to his hand between her legs met with little resistance as the wetness of her pussy increased gliding his hand in ever decreasing circles around the sensitive entrance to her body. Massaging her natural lotion back into her was a pleasure for the King; here he had an untouched soul ready for his own pleasures to take and to mould in what ever way he wanted.

"Are you feeling hot girl?" asked the King

"Uh-huh" replied the girl in a breathless state of arousal

He rubbed her slippery pussy in a side to side motion then returned a circular motion which encompassed the whole of her dark wet flesh.

"Are you feeling sexy!?" he asked rubbing a little faster.

"Uh-huh" replied the girl again

"Are you ready to give yourself to me?" The King was satisfied when she said in a very clear voice:

"Yes Your Majesty!" in a tone of submissive acceptance.

The Virgin's head was spinning in a world of delight and pleasure yet at the same time an underlying sense was telling her to stop, to not allow this to carry on yet the King had control of her, dancing his fingers over her beautiful breasts and nipples whilst gripping her around her waist dominating her body's movements -- what choice did she have? And his hand was firing such sensations through her body that she was so sure no one could ever feel this good emphasising more that she should stop at once. She knew though that this was the only chance she would have to please the King, her defining moment of her life and its pleasure, too good to control it her self, too good to stop.

Unconsciously she fought her basic instincts before another uncontrollable sense entered the mix-- LUST! She suddenly realised that she wanted this; she knew she shouldn't be doing this and she knew she shouldn't be enjoying it either but she was and that was naughty. She struggled some more and the King controlled her some more. What should she do? What should she say to the King? She wanted this to continue she wanted this again...

By now the King was beginning to get passionate about this beautiful creature he had under his control. He knew he could make her moan by slipping a finger to the very entrance of her body, her beautiful wet cunt he thought, so wet, so horny from his desiring touch he could begin to feel her relaxing. The sense of fulfilment to take one so innocent, so pure and make her desire to do his bidding upon his command was quite a feeling. He knew he could tell this girl to do anything and she would do it with little hesitation, she had been trained to please the King.

He kissed his way down her beautiful dark-skinned back, as soft as her breasts to the touch and so supple. He had to release her for a moment but grabbed her just as quickly again to keep her under his command. He hands were now locked around her lower waist, pressing the flesh at the top of her thighs, with this thumbs pushed neatly under her arse cheeks. He kissed at these ripe fruits, kissing all over her arse. She responded by sliding her hand between her legs and masturbating herself, a rule she learnt, never let your pussy get dry or the king will feel he has let you down. Always keep you cunt wet, you never know when you'll be fucked!

The Kings tongue joined the frenzied passion being dished out on her cheeks.

"Oh yes," said the King

"I am going to take you my girl and fuck you hard. You are going to feel my stiff cock fucking you and filling your wet cunt. You will serve the King today by being fucked well!"

With this the King suddenly stood and keeping his hands on her hips, swung her around and flung her to the bed. She cried out as she fell, landing on her side twisted with her arse on the bed but her breasts resting on the satin sheets. Her head turned to look at the King with a little fright in her eyes. She could see he wanted her and as he lunged forwards her natural fright overcame her and she wriggled up the bed to get away!

The King grasped her ankle and dragged her naked body down the bed sheets. The Virgins excitement was overwhelming, the thought of being caught was momentarily terrifying and now the sensation of being dragged over the over the sheets filled her as her nipples glided smoothly down the ruffled satin and her pussy was rubbed in a long stroke as she was drawn into captivity.

A hand came down and swatted the flesh cheek that lay so bare sending a sting through the girl's rump connecting the sexual stimulation inside her. A yelp sounded from the Virgin and she gripped the bed sheets with her hands in part pain part pleasure. Slap! Another hand crashed onto the posterior of the helpless young woman.

"You bad girl!" Smack!

"How dare you run away from the King!" Smack!

The King pulled the girl up to her knees by her wrists. She looked at him open-mouthed with her cheeks raised in pain trying not to cry, she look so confused, so muddled. The King had to stop himself from slapping her across the face, he loved this look of helplessness and wanted to take advantage of it, but she needed punishment and needed to know why. He sat down firmly on the bed and pulled her across his lap.

"Hold still!" he shouted but she wriggled on his lap.

SLAP! His hand came crashing down for the first of the reign of new blows. Slap, another. The girl began to blub.

"Say you are sorry for trying to get away" he ordered. The noise of unformed words came from her mouth as she spoke and cried at the same time. Another swat of his hand finished the sentence for her.

"Say it!"

She composed herself quickly and blurted out

"I'm sorry Your Majesty," before descending back into blubbing and moaning.

The King's hand swatted down more, each one a little harder. He usually did not trouble himself with the discipline of his subjects, choosing to delegate that responsibility to his senior servants. He realised the sensations in his hand from smacking her arse hurt him almost as much as it did her. But the punishment inflicted on her backside smacking frantically with speed and repetition, drove the sensation past pain. He knew it would all be worth it for both of them. He marvelled at the change in colour of her perfectly shaped arse. Her velvety chocolate skin was turning a deep dark shade of red. Her flesh wobbled so invitingly with each smack. Striking her so freely, knowing he could continue for as long as he wished, he drove himself on to discover the full range of her physical reactions. But in the mists of his passion he heard under the sound of the slapping a tearful girl repeating "I'm sorry, I'm sorry," over and over again, unsure what she had done to deserve such ruthlessness. His heart swelled and erupted into immense love for her, scooping the crying body into his arms and holding her close to him.

The King held the crying girl in his arms. He stroked her hair gently and delicately swept a tear from her cheek. He lay her down and began to soothe her stinging flesh, trying to sweep the heat away from it with his hands. The King stood and went to the dresser and returned with a moist cloth which he lay over the sore skin. He caringly wiped the area with the cool damp material, which he turned over once the heat had been drawn out. He began to massage the full form of her arse, adoring the plentiful flesh bestowed upon this creature. He was so pleased that all of this was his, such an abundance to play with, touch and explore!

He looked at the innocence before him, and began to kiss it once more. The girl looked so erotic lying on the rich bed sheets so helpless and so ready to be taken. The Virgin glanced back and noticed the look in the King's eye and smiled. She lay there ready for him. She instinctively knew that if the King took such passion in giving punishment, he would be taken her just as passionately and forcefully and the thought excited her. She had heard rumours His Majesty's fire and knew she was his next focus.

The King was kissing her arse once more.

"Open your legs girl" said the King

The King watched the centre of her body as her thighs opened and he could see the perfect lines of her arse and cunt meeting in a curved cross that demanded to be pierced. He kissed the point directly making the girl arch her backside upwards in unexpected pleasure. The Kings slid his hands under her pelvis and drew her ripe arse into his face and kissed and pushed in as close as he could to her. Shoving his face hard into her arse he looked as though he was desperately hungry for this flesh. He continued to greedily lick the area with his tongue as much as he could, he wanted to eat this goodness from her body and let her sweet juices fill him. When the King swallowed, he was amazed at the taste of the Virgins' sex. It was actually sweet but not in a sugary way. This truly was a feast and the King could dine forever on this divine taste. The Virgin was almost breathless from the sensation of having such a warm, moist object exploring her body so intimately, so sensationally, she wondered what would come next. There was no reason for her to have been so afraid.

The King lifted the Virgin's hips to position the entrance of her body right before his lips. He marvelled at the sight of the tight curves of her body that made up this erotic body, the sensuous dark skin and the contrast of the lighter lips that were so wet with the combination of their passions. The Virgin's muscles contracted and he watched the magnificent sight come alive spurring him on for more of the sweet pleasure that lay before him. The Virgin felt the King nuzzle his face into her pussy and move his tongue round trying to follow the path his hand took just moments ago.

Lying on her front on the satin sheets, the Virgin only had her senses to rely on, she could feel the soft flesh of his tongue pressing hard into her, and the pressure he applied to her pussy, driving his face into the wetness. She could feel the kings face buried between her legs, licking and tasting every part of her sex making her imagine the King doing more and for longer to her for the rest her life; this was the moment she had been waiting for and she was loving it.