Abrielle lay still on the preparation table as the eunuchs of the harem toiled over her. They were plucking every hair off her body below her eyebrows, massaging her in elixirs, and combing her hair while cucumbers and mint sat atop her closed eyes. Several eunuchs attended to her feet while still others rubbed her knees, which would no doubt be thoroughly involved in the pleasure of the King.
Raquel, the mistress of the harem, stood beside Abrielle's naked body. Abrielle was a model of fertility. She was 5'7" and slender, but had developed a pert bubble butt and a slight curve to her hips. Her breasts were large for her frame and her nipples were no more than finger's width. She had an angular chin and high cheekbones. Abrielle had joined the harem a few months after her nineteenth birthday, she was a prize taken by the King's troops after a rebellion. Raquel had seen to her training at the time. The last slave to be gifted with the King's child, Ayla, was pregnant when Abrielle joined the harem and the King had quickly taken to Abrielle as an alternative for his needs.
Abrielle had been a virgin on her arrival at the palace. A week after she turned 20, Abrielle completed her training and was presented to the King for acceptance or rejection. Upon seeing Abrielle, the King immediately dismissed all but Raquel from the room. Abrielle was then ordered to service her master. Raquel could still remember the King's moans of delight as Abrielle's young mouth and tongue massaged the hairy, old scrotum of their lord. Although Raquel's view of the rest had been obscured, she witnessed the King choke Abrielle on the royal member for almost half an hour before finally releasing his seed down her throat. Abrielle returned to the harem apartments that day with cum dripping out of her nostrils, her eye makeup smeared across her face, and her hair in shambles. The King had properly fucked Abrielle's face to his completion. The pregnant Ayla showcased Abrielle to the rest of the assembled harem, roughly grabbing her cheeks and pointing to where the King's sticky seed was still visible around her nose.
That evening Abrielle met the fate of many virgins before her. She was taken to the King's bed chamber in a silk shift and deflowered on his rug. He had pulled out of her bald, helpless young pussy and again used her mouth to milk his cock until his royal seed exploded over her tongue. It had been the first time she really got to taste him, her first blowjob had ended with his cum down her throat.
The next morning Abrielle was called to the royal library where the King first took her ass. She could still remember the burning sensation in her tight rear as her owner pummeled her into a large oak table, forcing her to take the entire royal member in and out with each thrust. Her training had not included that act, and she was relieved when he finally clenched both of her hips and held her in place as his prick swelled and began pulsing stream after stream of his semen into her well-behaved butt. Abrielle had learned to thoroughly please her master since then. Now she routinely received her sovereign's load deep in her tight slave ass.
The King had cum in her pussy too over the years. She bit her lip and felt her loins stir whenever she thought of the occasions he had graced her with his cum in her womb. Each time, just the thought of him cumming inside her pussy had driven her over the edge immediately. A slave that received such a gift from the King was, by custom, given exquisite treatment back in the harem halls and other slaves were expected to show her deference. Although the King had always prescribed her contraceptive tea and insisted the eunuchs "purify" her womb by cleaning her out of the royal semen, the possibility had existed several times that she might become quick with child. Sadly she had not. But soon the King would intentionally breed her. Abrielle's pussy was soaked just thinking of it while the eunuchs and Raquel oversaw her preparation.
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That evening the King arrived at the harem hall's top floor where an auxiliary bedchamber for the King was prepared. When he entered he found the large rectangular room had all of its windows open and the harem servants had placed dozens of candles throughout the chamber. Along the sides of the room Raquel, Ayla, and the other slaves who had bore the King children stood in a row waiting for the ceremony to begin.
Abrielle stood in front of the foot of the bed draped in a thin purple and silver silk nightgown. It hung loosely over her shoulders and ended at the tops of her firm, smooth thighs. A single knot over her chest tied the gown together. The breeze from the windows caught the thin gown every few seconds and blew it gently across her body. Abrielle wore the slave's boots and her hair was tied into an extravagant bun.
As the King approached, Abrielle felt her stomach turn and the familiar gush of wetness begin from her womb and continue to her smooth labia. She blushed, eager for what was to come.
The King stood a few feet from Abrielle. When he stopped, Raquel spoke to the room.
"Your Grace," Raquel said, "May I present your slave, Abrielle, whom you have requested for your Grace's pleasure. Your property is here to take the royal seed and bear you a child if it pleases your Grace."
The King smiled and nodded to Raquel.
"Thank you, Lady Raquel," the King said. He stepped forward and placed his hand on the tied knot on the chest of Abrielle's gown. Her breathing began to quicken and she looked forward at the King's robust torso, knowing soon it would be on top of her and pounding her tiny frame into the royal bed.
The King pulled on the gown's knot, at once the thin shift covering his sex slave dropped to the floor in a pile at her feet. The King stepped backward and Abrielle instinctively took a small step forward out of her piled clothing and sank to her knees. The King had only a moment to glimpse her smooth, lean, and much younger body as she knelt before her master.
The witnesses in the room watched silently as Abrielle untied the King's trousers and released the growing royal cock from its restraints. Like she had hundred of times before, Abrielle leaned forward on her knees and took the King's member into her eager mouth. As a treat for him she made her first foray onto his manhood a complete deepthroat of his full length. The King's right hand dropped down to her head and squeezed firmly, keeping himself in her throat.
Abrielle moaned while the King's dick was lodged down her esophagus. She attempted to move her tongue to massage his shaft but it was only slightly possible. Abrielle kept her lips squeezed tightly on the base of the royal shaft, as she was trained to do, and after a few moments he released his hold on her head and she felt his whole length come hurtling out of her mouth. The King resumed his hold on her and began pumping his member in and out of her mouth, more shallow than before. Abrielle began twirling her tongue wildly around his cock. This gave him something to press against as he fucked her pretty face and massaged the glands of the royal penis, but it was also a sign to the King that she desperately sought his pleasure.
The King looked down at his pet and, with the hand buried in her mane, pressed her mouth down to his meaty, old ballsack. Abrielle gleefully began roaming the King's loins with her tongue. The King groaned and turned to face the witnesses still assembled.
"Tonight I will breed young Abrielle. Let it be known this is my will and that her child shall be recognized of the royal blood." The King returned his gaze down to Abrielle.
"Lick them, my sweet. Warm that load your sovereign will plant in your womb tonight." Abrielle audibly moaned for all to hear and her interest in his sack felt renewed vigor. Then the King, without warning, stood her up by grabbing her entire weight from under her arms and then bent her over the edge of the bed. Abrielle was naked except for her slave boots, her smooth pussy and ass bent over for all to see.
The King knelt down until his nose was buried in the crack of her young, firm rear end and began lapping at her clit. Abrielle grasped onto the sheets of the bed and moaned as the King ravished her with his mouth. He licked her from mound to asshole and back, again and again, until he focused on her clitoris and his decades of experience were brought to bear on her.
A few minutes later, Abrielle reached behind her and ran her 20-something fingers through the grey hair of her owner. Her fingers clenched as she received one of the greatest gifts the King can bestow: an orgasm from his service.
The King waited for her to come down from her ecstasy before pressing her forward on to the bed and turning her over to face him. He put a hand underneath her lithe frame and dragged her up to the pillows before climbing on top of her, his trousers open and exposing his rigid member.
She had taken him hundreds of times, but tonight would be different.
The King placed one hand under her head and propped her face up to look at him. He then roughly spread her legs and pressed himself against her defenseless little cunt. He looked in her eyes as he thrust forward and claimed his property. Abrielle's fertile pussy took the only cock she had ever known and moaned into the King's ear.
