This story is categorized as science fiction/fantasy, but there are no ray guns or robots. No wizards. No orcs. It is a 10-part tale of fictional people living in a fictional kingdom in England a long time ago. There's a lot of sex, but there's also a lot of words devoted to plot and character. Isn't sex more exciting when it involves people we care about? It's my hope that King Harold, Princess Alana, Queen Mother Eunice, Sir Robert, and (especially) Sarah the Whore capture your attention. All characters are adults over 18.
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Careful observers noted that King Harold seemed to be in unusually good spirits the next day. He presided over a meeting of nobles, and he seemed more jovial than he'd been in a very long time. It was a puzzlement, but everyone welcomed it. Harold was a popular king, and his prolonged melancholia was worrisome. Seeing a smile on his face brought back happy memories of how things had been before the death of his wife and unborn son.
It didn't take long for people in the palace to realize what had happened. When Emma came to rouse Sarah from her bed, she found the blood on the bed sheets. Emma changed the sheets and sent the soiled ones to the laundry with instructions to remove the stain.
When the laundresses saw the blood, they knew exactly what it implied. "The king has taken a woman!" they said, telling every palace worker they encountered. The workers told the aristocrats, and by afternoon people were celebrating. The fact that Sarah was apparently responsible for dispelling a foul mood that had tormented the king for more than a year made her the most popular woman in the palace. She received a flurry of invitations to parties, luncheons, gatherings, and all other manner of socializing.
Sarah's first visitor was Queen Mother Eunice.
"I understand that you and my son had a pleasant evening, Sarah," she said.
"Yes, majesty. Your son is a fine man. I enjoy our time together."
"I hope you get to enjoy more time with him soon," Eunice said.
"He intends to visit again tonight."
"Well, isn't that just as nice as nice can be," Eunice said. "Girl, I knew you could do it. From the moment Madam Alice told us about you, I felt certain that you could break the evil spell that held him for so long."
"I don't understand why you think I deserve credit for something," Sarah said.
"It's not complicated," Eunice said. "Do you know what Harold did this morning at breakfast? He smiled. Smiled! He hasn't smiled in ages! This morning, he couldn't stop smiling. When he speaks, he sounds happy. He spoke about some duty he has to perform this afternoon, and you could tell he actually looked forward to it. For the longest time, Harold has treated his duties as burdensome chores he wished to avoid."
"I worry you are giving me more credit than I deserve," Sarah said.
"Your modesty is endlessly refreshing. Modesty is a quality one doesn't often see in the palace," Eunice said. "Dear, this is all very enjoyable, but there is something we need to discuss."
"Of course, majesty," Sarah said.
"You need to know the reason for something very important," Eunice said. "It is vital that you have no children with Harold. A birth like that could throw the entire kingdom into chaos. It would threaten your life and the life of your child. You needn't worry. There are many things we can do to insure that you do not give birth. But you need to know why it is so important."
The queen mother explained that Harold was betrothed to Princess Alana from Catacan, the kingdom to the north. Harold and King Sweld of Catacan are good friends and allies, and King Sweld has a problem. His only offspring is Alana. There is no son to assume the throne when King Sweld dies. The people of Catacan don't want a female monarch, and even if they did, they wouldn't want Alana, who is known to be a spoiled, small-minded brat completely unsuited to the throne. Since Harold's wife died before she could provide a suitable heir, both kings had the same challenge.
Sweld and Harold hatched a plan intended to provide a smooth transition for both kingdoms. They agreed that Harold would marry Alana, who would provide a male heir who could eventually assume the combined thrones. The new, merged kingdom would be more powerful and prosperous. Having a clear line of succession would avoid unpleasant alternatives, like battling among other aristocratic families who might be tempted to seize the throne in a power vacuum.
"If you ever had a child, it is possible that powerful people would want to use that child to gain leverage in their own effort to seize the throne. Some would want to kill him to insure that he could never be crowned. Others would oppose such a thing because of the laws that hold that children of commoners can't ever be royal. Sarah, it would be a horrible mess. We can't allow it to happen."
Fortunately, Eunice explained, there were plans to prevent Alana's pregnancy. The palace doctor was already tracking Sarah's monthly cycle. The doctor would tell King Harold when it was safe to have sex without risking a pregnancy. On the days when the danger was high, they would minimize risk in two ways. First, Sarah would need to learn how to satisfy the king in the French way, using her mouth. She had no experience with this, of course, but she would be taught.
Second, Eunice said, on days where the risk is high, King Harold will sometimes arrange for his climax to fill her ass instead of her pussy. Sarah was shocked at this news.
"My ass! He'll cum in my ass? That sounds horrible!" Sarah said.
"Actually, child, it is not as horrible as you might think. I came to treasure that particular kind of love. It was challenging at first because my ass was so tight, but in time I welcomed the feel of my husband's cock back there. I suppose it's an acquired taste. Just try it. I'm sure you'll like it."
"It sounds dreadful."
"Yes, I imagine it does. I seem to recall that I didn't like the idea when it was first introduced to me. That was a very long time ago. My memory isn't as good as I'd like. What I remember better is how fond I soon became of the way my husband's member felt when he fucked my tight little ass. I eventually loved it so much I'd beg for him to fuck me that way. I remember that he enjoyed hearing me use that kind of language. Men love hearing their women beg to be fucked. It is in their nature."
"Isn't it painful?"
"It does hurt at first. In time your little butthole will stretch a bit, and it won't feel as uncomfortable. Even after your body becomes accustomed to it, the experience will always hurt a little. But it will hurt in a good way. You'll like that part. It's hard to explain. You'll see."
Sarah wasn't convinced, and the look on her face was so concerned that the queen mother got an idea. "Dear, I have something that should help. It can stretch your little butthole just enough to make everything feel delightful when the king's cock is inside you." Queen Mother Eunice asked a servant to fetch an item from her chamber, and soon Sarah received an ornate wooden box that opened to reveal three little cubbies for three mysterious items. Eunice also arranged for the kitchen to deliver a small dish of butter.
The three items in the box were made of pink quartz polished smooth. They were shaped vaguely like cocks. One was small, another was large, and the other was of medium size.
"These were a gift I received when I was a bride-to-be. They come from France. It seems that all items like this come from France," Eunice said. "Their purpose is simplicity itself.
"We begin by taking the smallest one and sliding it into your tiny butthole. It is so small you should experience no discomfort at all. Wear it for a few hours today, and a few hours tomorrow, and a bit more the next day. Then do the same thing with the medium one.
"It will feel very tight for the first few days, but in time you'll stretch to accommodate it. The large one will give you a feeling of fullness that will be impossible to ignore. You can wear the smaller ones as you go about your business, and no one will know what you're doing. If you go to dinner while wearing the largest one, it might be challenging to sit in the chair with a calm expression.
"After a few days of wearing the large one, your bottom should stretch enough that the king's cock will fit inside comfortably. Let's try it, shall we?"
Eunice called for Sarah's servant, Emma, and asked that she help insert the little plugs into Sarah's behind. "These are very nice," Emma said when she saw the three polished pieces of quartz. "Mine are made of wood. They do the job, but they aren't this fancy."
"You wear these things?" Sarah said.
"Of course," Emma said. "My boyfriend has a very large cock. It would be difficult for him to fit up my ass if I didn't stretch it first."
Sarah laid face-down on the bed as Emma applied a dab of butter to the smallest stone. She slipped it into Sarah's ass, sliding it inside until the base - shaped like two balls - held it back so it wouldn't slip all the way inside.
"How does it feel?" Eunice asked.
"Fine," Sarah said. "I can barely tell it's there."
"That's how it should be," Queen Mother Eunice said. "You can be sure it is working its magic. Wear it for a few hours every day until you feel ready to try the larger one. If you do this gradually, you should thoroughly enjoy the night when the king finally introduces your little butthole to his hard cock."
Every morning Emma used a bit of butter to insert one of the stone plugs. They removed them in the afternoon, when it was time for Sarah to use the chamberpot and take her daily bath. The king spent every night with Sarah, and as they made love, Sarah thought her little butthole felt tender, as though it wanted to be touched.
