Chapter 3 - Seeding the Plot
Elli awakens to the sounds of a quiet argument. The queen pleads with her new husband in a muted tone, afraid to wake the tent's other occupant.
"No, please. She's barely more than a child."
"And you wish to spare her from the same fate she'd fare with or without me?" The king shows that same amusement, as if nothing beneath him could be a threat, and the two women were laughably beneath him.
"I... please don't hurt her, she's inexperienced and I can handle your needs alone. Use me, breed me, but don't..."
He cuts her off, pushing her back onto the bed with a hand raised to her lips. "I don't doubt that your will is strong, but your body will not be if you're the only one receiving mine." The king looks towards where Elli had been sleeping, smiling lazily as he sees that she is awake. "And despite your concerns, I think we'll find that my pet is quite trainable."
If Elli had a tail, it would wag at the hint of praise. His robe is already open, and his erect penis is already on display. After a moment of hesitation, she crawls closer, wetting the shaft with cautious licks. Encouraged by the pleased growl above her, she opens her lips wider and takes as much of it into her mouth as possible.
It isn't much.
The king chuckles as she struggles to fit more of the thick, spined tip past her lips. She whimpers, unable to ignore the painful stretch of her jaw. She sucks in a breath, and the thick length suddenly thrusts inside. Elli chokes around the rough texture of the tip hitting the back of her throat.
"Such a good little pet, very eager to please her master. Don't worry, I reduced the size enough for you to manage. If you're frightened by it, I could keep it this size for your first time." Elli drools around his girth, snorting out in relief as he draws it back out enough to let her breath again. "Touch yourself. Like you were doing last night. It'll hurt less if you're already wet."
She tells herself she didn't need his permission, but the command--and the make-believe concern--sends a tingle through her skin almost as strong as the one that follows the path of her fingertips. Both hands eagerly slide into her already slick chasm, one high, the other low, moving to the mellow beat she's learning from the slow push of his hips. Soon, she doesn't need any guidance, and she hopes he's pleased as she bobs her head down, attempting to swallow his entire length all on her own.
It smells better than yesterday, the tangy musk of sex is muted, but pleasant. She wouldn't have minded cleaning him up again last night if her belly hadn't been full from dinner still. Elli closes her eyes, concentrating on the scent and taste. Moaning more often than choking this time, she thrusts her fingers inside, wiggling them in her own birthing canal. The thought that his giant tool would soon be plowing into her moist plot, planting his monstrous seed...
The farmgirl falls to the floor in a haze, his scent gone and the taste fading. The king's foot pushes her legs apart before pressing one of her thighs down into the rug as dark laughter fills the air.
"Look at her, my queen. You say this pet isn't ready, and yet she's dripping all over our tent. That rug might not be salvageable." Well that's not true, Elli could probably wash out any mess they make.
Arisselia hesitates from her seat on the bed. Elli can't be sure if her own flushed skin is from shame at being aroused by their king or at the arousal itself.
"Tell me she isn't begging for it, at least in body and mind if not in actual words."
Pity evident on her face, the queen looks down at her before replying, "I cannot say that she isn't." Elli writhes on the floor, fingers spreading her own lower lips apart. She'll beg if she has to. "Just be gentle with her. It's still her first time laying with a man, and you're... well..." The king snorts when she can't finish the words and simply gestures at the monster cock that has already regained its full width.
"I have an idea to allow her some control." A wicked gleam passes over his gaze before he releases Elli's leg and pats his own thigh. "Come here pet. Sit on my lap."
