Fit For A King Ch 02

The king regarded the princess as a puzzle as she finished her second story, one finger pressed against his temple. The tales had piqued his interest for more than just their eroticism--although that had certainly had an impact on him as well. He had shifted in place many times during the stories, but had ultimately been forced to give up any pretense. His hardness would certainly be evident to the princess, even through his clothes, and there was no preventing it.

The princess took a long sip of wine. She looked at the king over the rim of her goblet.

"You may consider me chastised," the king said at last.

"How so, my lord?"

"Will you permit my analysis?" the king asked. The princess nodded.

"In the first story, a brutish beast king tricks a princess out of her rule," the king said. He drank from his goblet as well. "Their treaty and marriage brings about the end of her society and culture."

"Her kingdom is the better for it," the princess argued. "It becomes a peaceful, wealthy country."

"Only by its destruction," the king countered.

"By transformation," the princess said. "Not destruction."

"It is a story about consumption. The fairies are consumed. Nothing of their culture remains. Then in turn the humans are consumed. Their scope of influence is reduced almost to nothing. The next generation of minotaurs bear twins, but they are minotaurs."

"My king is very wise in the interpretation of stories," the princess said. "What does my lord think of the second?"

The king ran his hand over his beard a few times. He shifted in place, still, admittedly, affected by the eroticism of both tales.

"Also a story about the downfall of a small kingdom," the king said. "The prince is bewitched by fairies, and in the end, he is reduced from his station. He and his line are cursed to lose their humanity by marriage into a foreign household."

"He orchestrates that himself," the princess said. "He never needed to abandon the kingdom. Once he fulfilled his reciprocal relationship, there was no need to follow the fairies into the forest."

"And yet he does," the king said. "The princess in the first story also brings about her own downfall."

"Both stories have happy endings," the princess said with a mysterious smile. Yes, they did. Yet the king couldn't see them that way. Maybe it was because the prince in the second story was a man, the loss of his legacy stung the king more greatly. His nostrils flared thinking about some particular details.

"Allowing themselves to be seduced was ruinous," the king said. "They lost control of their kingdoms."

"But think how many heirs," the princess said. She took another sip of wine. "If he could guarantee twelve heirs, any king would be lucky to be mastered."

The king's face flushed. He felt the princess's words in his cock. If he only knew more about her, he thought he would fully understand her stories. The sun was nearly ready to rise; she had held him captivated all night.

"May I visit you again tomorrow?" the king asked.

"Yes, my lord."

And so the king courted the princess of the tiny satellite nation. He first learned more about her country's economy. The princess's father explained in great detail, clearly assuming that the king was ready to be persuaded into marriage.

The king also sent his men about the city to ask questions of the common people regarding the gods they worshiped and the holy days celebrated. The king himself wandered the streets with a small retinue, admiring the unusual architecture unique to this region.

In his investigations, he entered a church. There the usual gods were honored--the gods of agriculture and virility. The two gods were forced to share an altar, attesting to the poverty of the kingdom.

The decoration of the church was unusual, however--as unusual as the building itself. Here was more regional flavor. Murals and mosaics covered the walls, depicting unfamiliar scenes. The king slowly circled the hall of worship, analyzing each with care.

The murals depicted women in various acts--several appeared to be political figures, even generals. Women farmed the land, fought battles, and won lovers male and female. A deity was depicted also: an unfamiliar goddess.

The king wrote back to the capital for the library's records of the history of the region to be copied and sent to him at once.

The king then set about courting the princess. He had not been attracted to her particularly before, but he greatly desired her now. He thought often, throughout the day, of meeting her again in her bed chamber and rolling her white night-dress up over her hips to have his way with her.

Then he would be shamed by the memory of her stories. And the memory of her stories only made him desire her more. The king paced in misery, feeling that he had fallen under a curse.

That night, he was invited to her private rooms again. The princess sat where she had sat the previous night, but this time she was entirely unclothed. Her two sensible braids had been taken out, her hair a cloud of curls. Her breasts and cunt were on full display as she reached for her goblet of wine.

"My lord," she greeted him.

The king gave the traditional bow.

"Sit and hear a story," the princess said. A servant poured the king his wine. "If it pleases my lord."

It did not please the king; he wished for nothing more than to ravish the princess where she sat. The king had thought himself a gentle man, but he felt a hot flash of animal impatience.

The king set his teeth and gestured for her to continue.