Flower Defiled

House of Thorns and Desires

Part I

F / M ┃ Dubcon ┃ Trans x Cis ┃ Taboo┃ Voyeurism ┃ Denial ┃ Edging ┃ Group ┃ Domination/Submission ┃ Age gap ┃ Cumflation ┃ Impregnation ┃ +11k Words

Content Warning: A/B/O themes. Transgal with a tool. Weird biology. Don't take it too seriously, because I certainly didn't, that's why the House is named Ashbane (ass pain, hah!)

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Another season, another rejected suitor. The pine trees outside the High King's tower were roaring with the gusts of winds blowing against the mountainside as the King stood by the window, his hands held behind his back, lost deep in his thoughts. High King Zaarko of House Ashbane could feel the desolation creeping into his veins again. His only daughter had renounced the possible union with the last unmarried son of the Freehold thus shaking the fragile balance holding the country together and making the continuation of High King Zaarko's reign questionable at best. Any of the six Houses might be able to usurp his throne now, a thought which made him feel even more agitated, a feeling he had felt even before the doomed day had even begun.

The Princess had always proved to be troublesome, even as a child. She had acted as if she belonged to the domni caste like her mother and father, but the High King knew better; The Princess was not a ruler and her actions were nothing but a sham. In truth, she was born castless, bearing none of the marks of a higher nor lower caste member. Yet, everyone else seemed to believe she still belonged to the domni caste and the King had decided to keep the truth a secret, but that aspect of hers made her ineligible for the throne on her own and he had to marry her to someone with enough prestige to continue their line. Zaarko had tried to emphasize to Princess Yanja the importance of her union with the prince, he had even threatened to disown her if she didn't comply, but the brat had decided to embarrass him yet again and had undermined his reputation as a ruthless leader who would get results, gnawing away little by little his dominion.

Yanja had grown up in the abbey like most begats of the rulers, only returning home once reaching adulthood, successfully hiding her heats from the others during her time there, a condition thought only to belong to the lowborn rabble. A shameful aspect for someone holding her status, yet an aspect nevertheless, at least she had been able to keep her secret safe and those able to sense her heats were forced to use dulling herbs while working in the Nevakraj fortress as it had been a custom for a long time. When the Princess had shown first signs of entering her estrous cycle, the Queen had ordered her to take the same herbs in hopes of making it all disappear, but after her death, the Princess had started to act more brash and the King was worried she would soon try to stay off them if given a chance.

Remarrying had come to the High King's mind from time to time after his wife had perished to consumption, yet he had not been able to find another suitable mate, finding one born in the same caste was tough when the Houses were all looking for themselves. Whether he liked it or not, Zaarko's whole reign lay in the princess' hands who refused to marry and there was no other way around it. A problem he had been dreading for a long time now, proof of which could be seen in the dark circles under his eyes that were covered only a little by his even darker skin.

The High King clenched his fists. He had been too lenient to his daughter and that would have to change soon. He would have to force her into marriage whether she liked it or not.

"Come over here already," a soft voice rang from the large canopy bed behind the High King's back and the alluring proposition made him postpone his plans for a little while longer. The red-headed woman lying in his bed spread her thighs to reveal a glistening treasure the King was eager to plunge himself into.

It was better not to act on impulse after all and he gladly took the offered distraction of a wanting woman's warmth.

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Another season, another disappointment. Princess Yanja leaned against the edge of the copper bathtub with her hands crossed, listening to the sounds of the howling winds coming from the outside in the candle-filled washroom. Usually, such sounds would have helped her to calm her nerves, but not tonight. Her heat was coming up and she had no one to spend it on. The last potential spouse her father had introduced her to had been a disappointment, despite for the fact she had even decided against taking the heat-suppressing herbs and letting her beginning cycle make her more desirable to him, but the prince had avoided her eyes the entire diner, believing himself to be inferior like many others before him. Yanja desperately wanted someone to claim her, but due to her upbringing and assumed caste, every single one of her possible suitors had been of a lower caste than her, making them meek and unattractive to her, she had feigned her status for so long even she believed they were beneath her.

Ever since she had come to an age, she had known she wanted to submit to someone, but to her disappointment, no one was fit for the task. Yanja believed only a king or a queen would do and her father would not let her even meet the unmarried ones and she could only guess why. Marrying an heir would not weaken the High King's authority whereas wedding a king or a queen would. Now there was no one else left to be wed and her father's reign would be in danger because of it. She knew her decision to reject the prince had angered her father greatly, but he'd always had a soft spot for her, especially after her return from the abbey, giving her almost anything she could wish for, yet even that didn't spare her from his endless lectures about the importance of keeping one's appearances and upholding the pride that came with their caste, a caste that Yanja didn't belong to. She had tried her best to become everything he wanted her to be to no avail, so they argued a lot and even she was willing to admit that some days her behavior was not very princess-like.

The warmth between her legs was spreading with each second almost like it was mocking her for her high birth. Yanja was not supposed to have an estrous cycle, she was never supposed to submit. Her parents were born into the highest caste, meant to rule over everyone with divine right. There had been no lowborns in her family tree in hundreds of years, she should have been the same.

Yet she wasn't.

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Yanja's hand reached down between her legs and she began tenderly to massage her hardening cock. The lukewarm soapy water stirred around her milky white body as she swayed gently in the tub and through the small hole in the limestone wall, the High King was watching.

When the High King Zaarko had heard from the maids that his daughter was taking a bath, instead of knocking on the door or waiting for her return, he had decided to enter the servants' passage, small corridors going through the fortress used by the servants to move unseen in the past. Most had been demolished or filled when one of the previous High Kings had been assassinated, but a few remained untouched. Zaarko had no idea what had compelled him to enter one, but the hole carved into the wall revealed he had not been the first one. He could see plainly into the room and the Princess, kneeling in the copper tub, pushing up her upper body with one hand as the other moved in stroking motion below the line of sight. Yanja's small but perky breasts bounced with her hastening breathing, her nipples popping out from the rosy areolas as sprinkling water was divided into new streams by them. The Princess' round, heart-shaped lips were ajar and the High King couldn't help but imagine them clasping around his shaft, moving up and down while the Princess' silvery short curls jumped wildly. She had an alluring aura, which beckoned him to her in an extraordinary way.

Watching the unfolding view before him, Zaarko quickly realized he had not been tense all day because of the meeting between the Prince and the Princess, but because he had sensed his daughter's heat. The High King's heart began to pound in his chest, he had never been around during Yanja's heats before and had always thought they would have no effect on him, but the bulging in his trousers made him recognize that would not be the case tonight.

No one needs to know, he thought to himself, and a wide devilish grin spread to his face. The High King dropped his pants and began to rub his fat hardening bulge, watching as the gorgeous vision in the other room created a seductive play for the undetected viewer. Princess Yanja swayed her hips more and more, letting a few whimpers escape from between her plump lips, unable to hold them in anymore. She lifted her left leg over the tub, putting the edge between her legs, allowing the King to see her small cock in her hands, its reddening tip rivaling the gentle redness of her nipples. Unlike him, she didn't have a knot on it. The Princess' stance allowed the High King to admire her whole body and his eyes trailed over every little detail from her slim waist to the wider hips. Her skin was like freshly fallen snow, pure white and untouched. The growing need inside him wanted to taste her, plunge into her with fervor, and make her pay for the earlier embarrassment. At the same time, he was glad she had not accepted the Prince, letting her stay untainted by such waste.

Yanja began to move her hips against the copper edge, rubbing herself against it and moaning even louder, glancing to her right every now and then. The High King had to lean into the wall separating them as his throbbing hefty shaft almost reached full size when suddenly he let out a loud grunt. The Princess stopped immediately and looked around in panic.

"H-hello...?" Yanja squeaked, her cock still proudly erect. Zaarko cursed under his breath, the show had ended too quickly and it took all of his willpower not to bust through the limestone wall to mount his daughter.

The Princess looked around the room, focusing on something on her right at first but finally spotting the small hole to her left. The faint candlelight allowed her just barely to see the piercing gaze of a stranger. The Princess' eyes widened when she realized there was someone watching her.

Then she bit her lower lip. Yanja's arm began to massage her protruding nipples and it was like the High King's silent prayers had been answered.

"Do you like what you see?" the Princess asked with a teasing tone in her voice as she stepped towards the wall, the candlelight made her body glisten as it hit the water droplets on her naked body. Whoever was behind that wall had not averted their gaze yet, which enthralled her. Maybe it was the safety provided by the separation or something else, but no one on the lower caste would have dared to meet her eyes and she could feel herself become more receptive with each passing moment. The Princess kneaded her breasts with both hands, letting the King revere her beautiful body.

"You know... If you want to keep this wall between us, there are other holes where the stone meets the wood," Yanja purred and pointed to her right, "I think this washroom might been used for something like this before, that's why I picked the room next to it as mine."

True to her words, when Zaarko glanced further down the passage, he saw a faint light marking the place. Swiftly, the King moved towards them and the Princess followed. There were two holes, one for watching and a second one lower down, covered by a small sliding hatch accessible from the passage.

"... Or maybe you'd like to come here?" Yanja whispered. The High King knew the moment would be over if she knew who she was talking to and opened the hatch as an answer. He pushed his hips against the thin wall, shoving his erected cock and huge balls in. The Princess gasped in delight, "Oh, wow... I certainly like what I see." Some part of her tried to place where she had seen a similar dark complexion before, but her growing heat quickly dismissed any ability for reasoning. Yanja knelt down and quickly brushed the King's shaft with her fingers, she had never touched someone else before and felt like she could ruin the moment by doing something wrong. Her hesitation made Zaarko frustrated and he thrusted his hips forward, startling Yanja.

"Uh, d-do you want me to touch you?" Yanja asked and the High King answered her question with another thrust and a grunt. Yanja had dreamed about a situation like this so many times she did not dare to count, but now she began to feel unsure, she was in heat and unwedded, and lying with someone of the lower caste was a crime, yet she knew what she wanted deep down. The Princess put one of her hands on his firm shaft and the other under his balls, fondling them as she began to stroke the fat cock. Feeling her slender hands on his cock, made Zaarko's balls throb, wishing he could enter her hole. Yanja moved closer and opened her mouth, her warm breath hit Zaarko's tip and she gave it a small exploratory lick before kissing it and taking it between her lips, gently licking the hole while putting pressure on the head with her lips. The King's breathing got faster and he wanted to buck his hips only to be stopped by the wall separating them.

For Yanja, the stranger's eagerness only made her hornier. Whoever was behind that wall wanted her and wasn't afraid to push her around even without any words. Yanja loved how the stranger's cock filled her whole mouth as she slowly began to take it deeper, the tip easily sliding in with her spit and reaching all the way to the back of her throat. Slowly, she moved her head back and forth while grabbing the stranger's balls with both of her hands, squeezing them each time her lips reached his knotted base. The moans coming from behind the wall made her cock drip with precum and the torridity of emotions made her disregard the feeling of the uneven slate stone flooring burying into her knees. Her mysterious benefactor was giving her what she needed and nothing was going to stop her from sucking that well-endowed cock in front of her.

Feeling his daughter's taking in his whole shaft felt amazing to Zaarko. Yanja's inexperience made her movements unpredictable and knowing he was being pleased by his own daughter made it even more thrilling. She truly has no idea, whose cock she's slurping with hunger, the King thought. He wondered how she would react if she knew, maybe with disgust, but he would still force himself on her, claiming her as his own. That thought delighted him greatly as Yanja's lips and tongue continued to caress him and with that another sinister idea came to his mind.

Maybe if he bred his daughter, he could have another heir to save his reign.

The High King imagined himself pommeling into the Princess' hole, plunging himself so deep he would lock his knot inside her womb and breed her like a bitch she was, impregnating her with a new heir who would truly belong to the same caste. Zaarko's balls swelled and his seed rocketed up his shaft, erupting from his tip into Yanja's mouth. The thick cream filled her small mouth completely, almost bulging her cheeks and she had to back away, making him glaze her face with another load of sizzling cum.

"Oh, that tastes so good," Yanja gasped between the gulps, she savored the taste with her tongue, swallowing as much as she could, "Please, I need to have more, get over here and claim me!" Giving release to her mysterious mate had shifted something inside her, her heat had taken over her mind, and part of her knew the stranger behind that wall was the one for her, one who she should submit to. Yaarko huffed loudly against the wall, his softening cock still shooting small loads to the ground. Secretly releasing his seed into the oblivious princess had unlocked something inside the High King he had never felt before. Whatever had just happened had sent him a way stronger wave of pleasure than one delivered by a concubine or what he had felt when mating with his queen.

Without his knowledge, Zaarko had dug his nails into the wood and clawed at it in his lust, the overpowering feeling inside him grew as his cock got harder again, and the King's feral nature was about to take over as he saw doe-eyed Yanja on the other side, on all fours, his seed still streaming down her face when his weakening sense of judgment was interrupted by the knock coming from the other side of the washroom.

"Oh, sranje," The Princess cursed before turning back towards the wall, "Tomorrow! I'll be here tomorrow night, please come back then!" She gave a quick kiss on the King's half-hard shaft, giving it one last bereft look before hurrying back into the bath while the High king closed the hatch, cursing as well as he was coming down from his thirst. The Princess called the unknown intruder in while the King quickly made his way from the passage, falling back into his chambers.

Anica, Yanja's lady-in-waiting stepped into the washroom, her browns burrowed in worry.

"Mistress, my apologies, I know you called me earlier, but I was... Held," Anica spluttered, she wasn't a good liar, but telling the High King's daughter that she had spent the last hour in bed, holding her legs and hips up so that the Princess' father's seed would take root and displace her as his heir seemed unwise so she kept her words vague. At the same time, Yanja deeply hoped that she had gotten all of the stranger's cum from her blushing cheeks and that Anica would not see the fluids staining the floor near the secret gloryhole.

"So, you've taken another lover?" Yanja asked playfully, Anica had told her about her escapades with various lovers and Yanja had listened to those tales with keen ears, hoping she would one day experience such acts too. Yanja trusted Anica with her whole being, she had always been able to share her deepest thoughts with her, but now she was unsure what she should share. Should she tell her how she had sucked a cock for the first time or how she had enjoyed their thick seed on her tongue? "That's alright, I'm actually fine by myself," Yanja answered, averting Anica's stern eyes while brushing her curls with her hand.

Anica slapped the side of her palm to Yanja's forehead, "Do you have a fever? Your cheeks are red," she said with a worried tone in her voice and Yanja quickly pushed her hand away, "I'm alright, I just..." the Princess hesitated for a moment, before adding "I think I found someone..." Anica squinched her eyes and showed the Princess her best-feigned smile, "Really? Have you changed your mind about Prince Branamir?" she asked, hiding well the poison trying to creep into her voice. Working as a servant in Nevakraj had helped her learn skills that made her likable even when she didn't mean any of it. Ever since the last queen's burial, Anica had made a plan, she belonged to a lower caste sure, but it was unheard of for one to rise the ranks once siring an heir for a ruler, a goal within her reach. The Princess had rejected all the others and her sudden decision to change her decision could ruin Anica's plans.

"Well..." Yanja hesitated again, she didn't know who had been behind the wall, but she could sense they had been someone made for her. The Prince had light skin unlike her mysterious lover, but maybe the candlelight had fooled her eyes, even though she was quite sure the prince had left the fortress hours ago, deflated from the rejection. The Princess had no idea who it had been, but she planned to find out.

Anica took Yanja's hands into hers, "You should tell your father soon! He will be delighted!" Anica exclaimed, desisting the growing poison from dripping into her innocent-sounding tone.