Tainted Dawn

House of Thorns and Desires Part II

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F / M ┃ Trans x Cis ┃ Dubcon ┃ Taboo┃ Age Gap ┃ Domination/Submission┃ Spanking┃ Fingering┃ Toyplay┃ +10k Words

Content Warning: A/B/O themes. Transgal with a tool. Weird biology.

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Princess Yanja leaned against her room's window sill taking in the brisk mountain air as the gentle wind carried with it the scent of pine and cedar trees. Only a few rays of sunlight were shining over the eastern mountain ridge, but the nature around Nevakraj fortress was already awake. With her head on her elbow, Yanja listened to the birds singing and thought about the last night. Part of her wished it had been merely a dream, but the fading of her heat and the bruises on her inner thighs proved that wrong. Her father's last words to her echoed in her head.

"Tomorrow, before the rooster's crowing, I want you in my chambers."

What he had done to her last night had been wicked and he had desecrated her in a repugnant way, yet even now Yanja couldn't dismiss what she was feeling. She had finally found her match, someone her whole body desired for at least physically, and to her horror, that man had to be the High King, her father. Thinking about last night did little good for her, her body wanted to be bred by him again, but in her mind, she knew it had been wrong and felt disgusted, although she had to accept that her heat had played a part in their encounter, beckoning him to mount her through any rational thought.

Now Yanja had to face a choice, take her heat-suppressing herbs on time for the rest of her life or let go, give in to her desires, and see what was going to happen next. The King had asked her, no, ordered her to visit his chambers by dawn, and even though she had neglected his orders in the past, she was now unsure if she should go or not. Yanja began slowly to circle two of her fingers around her navel. He had come inside her, hadn't he? The High King had made her belly swell from the amount of his load and breached her inner sanctum. Yanja still had time to take remedies made from silphium and other herbs to purge his saplings, but she didn't know if she wanted that either. For her to find a suitable mate had been a miracle, to say the least, and getting the medicine would be hard. The servants knew she was not supposed to lay with anyone, and asking for a remedy of that kind would raise suspicions. She could always ask Anica to bring her some, but the last time they had talked her behavior seemed suspicious and Yanja did not want to reveal to her who her secret lover had been. If any of it got out, their already fragile House would be ruined. Leaving her with only one who she could talk to, and that person had promised to fill her again soon.

The light coming behind the mountains crept slowly towards the window sill and Yanja would have to make a decision before the sun touched her elbow resting on the sill. If she was quick enough, she could visit the High King's chambers and come back before her maids came to wake her up. The Princess was known for her late mornings, and it was early, her father would likely talk with her, tell her what they had done had been a one-time thing, and soon he would find her someone to marry off to.

Getting up from her bed was hard, she had stayed still for so long that her legs were numb, tingling with each step she took, not helped by the abuse she had endured last night. Slowly, she inched towards the wardrobe and chose clothes that would hide her trembling legs. Yanja gave a quick glance at the mirror and decided she looked proper enough to sneak out and find out whatever her father had in his mind.

The hallways were almost empty, only a few guards stood on their posts, tired from the night bout, waiting to be relieved as some of the servants hurried between the different areas, cleaning and carrying items with them, not paying too much attention to the lonely princess steadily advancing towards the High King's chambers. To her pleasant surprise, someone had collected and placed beautiful golden flowers next to the heavy door leading to High King Zaarko's room. She took in the soft scent they were giving, accidentally staining her purple gown with some of the pollen before knocking on the door only to be immediately ordered to step in.

High King Zaarko sat on his bed, fully clothed to Yanja's relief with a small silver bowl next to him.

"Good morning, Father," Yanja smiled, trying to hide her nervousness under a cheery tone.

"You're late," the High King answered casually, pointing at the door before adding "Close the door and come over here." There was something angry hidden in his nonchalant mannerism and Yanja did not dare to guess why, only doing as she was told. After closing the door, she walked to her father and stood right in front of him, restlessly brushing her hands against each other behind her back.

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The High King spread his legs and slapped his knee, "Bend over, face down," he demanded briefly, just as Yanja was about to mutter something in response, Zaarko lashed out "Now, girl! I don't have time to play with you!" Shivers ran down Yanja's spine as she sheepishly bent down on her father's lap, taking support from the floor with her hands. Her timidity made the High King smirk with glee.

"Pull your hands back behind you," The High King ordered, and as soon as Yanja raised them, he grabbed her by the wrist and pushed them tightly against her back, "Last night you forced me to do something reprehensible, even more so than what you've done for two nights before it. You have acted beneath your caste and as such, you will be punished."

The High King began to roll up his daughter's dress, revealing the transparent bone-white tights covering her bruises. He kneaded the soft skin underneath them, massaging her white buttocks hidden by her underwear with his dark palm while holding her arms tightly with his other hand. "You are domni, not some lower caste trash, you are not allowed to bend your knee for anyone else..." All of a sudden, Zaarko grabbed Yanja's cheek and squeezed it, making her whimper.

"... Anyone else but me," the High King snarled and pushed his nails into Yanja's skin, easily ripping through the thin fabric of her stockings and grabbed her lace-like underwear. With one swift move, he revealed her bare buttocks and slammed them with his palm, leaving a stinging red mark on her white skin. Yanja let out a high-pitched scream, and when the onset pain began to fade away, she could feel something inside her, thriving even more by the feeling of the High King's protruding member pushing against her waist.

"A-ah, I need you to punish me again," she whispered, unable to think straight anymore, "I didn't take my herbs because I wanted the prince to take me, make me bend to him..." Amused by his daughter's eagerness, the High King spanked her again, leaving another red mark behind, "Good girl, admitting your misdemeanors will set you free," the King hissed. Yanja's cock was pushing against the torn fabric between her thighs, begging to be set free and touched, but the High King would not allow it. He spanked her again, putting more force in his slap and Yanja enjoyed it even more, being under someone's control, unable to do anything to stop them. Her white ass had turned brightly red from the welts he had given her, yet he had been careful enough to avoid the bruising between her legs.

Zaarko dipped his fingers into the bowl next to him, drenching them in glistering balm before pressing his fingers against the Princess' rim. Yanja huffed and gasped as the High King slowly began to open her sore tunnel, spreading it with three of his fingers and gently pushing them in and out.

"Act like a whore, get treated like a whore," the King whispered before pulling his fingers out and grabbing something else beside him. Yanja's face was flushed with rosiness, even without her heat she was acting like a rutting beastie, unable to control herself once touched by her match. Unable to see what the King was doing, she was brimming with thrill. Zaarko had six brass-colored balls linked by silky ribbon in his hand, he sank each ball into the same balm he had used to spread his flower open and placed the first plum-sized ball next to her rim.

"Not that your chasteness has been claimed, I don't want you to get any new ideas," Zaarko pressed the cold ball hard against Yanja's rim, forcing it in, making Yanja pant even harder. "I can't have you mating with anyone else," As the second ball entered Yanja's tunnel, she could feel something heavy move inside the balls, giving a sensation of something moving back and forth inside her, pushing against her prostate.

"Your whole body and the soul belong to me, my princess," the High King purred, reveling at the sight of his daughter's soft whimpers and squirming as she realized the balls were arousing her even more with each movement. Zaarko pushed in the third one, "You are to wear these as a punishment until I'm satisfied, do you understand?" he asked, and Yanja replied back with a gasp as the High King pushed in the fourth one. "You're such a good girl, Yanja, only two left," Zaarko chuckled. Even with only four inside her, Yanja felt stuffed, not unlike what she had felt the night before, this sensation was different, but any less arousing. She even dared to wonder what it would feel like to have him plunge into her while the balls were inside her.

"Spread your legs more, darling," the King ushered and Yanja obeyed, letting Zaarko push in the fifth ball. Some part of Yanja tried to force herself to stay in the moment, to not slip into a haze, she knew she had to talk with her father and stop this before it was too late when all of a sudden Zaarko pulled the silky string, and pulled the fifth ball out, the sudden sensation made Yanja come, staining her already ripped underwear.

"P-please..." Yanja mumbled, "You can't make me feel this way..." The High King pulled out another ball before pushing it back in making Yanja arch her back, "I can do whatever I want, sweetheart, I've already claimed you, and I won't be denied any longer," Zaarko laughed, finally pushing in the final ball, "You will bear me an heir who can rule our House after I'm gone." The thought of bearing her father's child frightened Yanja, but the word coming from her mouth betrayed her true feelings, "Then please, breed me again, my king," she stuttered, hating how much she wanted him. The King answered her pleas with mocking laughter, "Not yet, my darling, not yet, I need to recoup from last night and have a kingdom to rule." Zaarko tugged the silky string, pulling the balls inside Yanja against her rim yet not pulling any of them out this time, "This will make sure, you will not get bred by any other man before nightfall," the High King stated, "Now get up, you need to stand for the next part." Yanja's legs trembled even more than before as the King released her from his grip, her ripped tights barely hung from her waist when the High King pulled them down and threw away the torn pieces of her underwear, letting her spend cock finally free.

Zaarko turned Yanja away from him and reached for something beneath his bed. By staying still, Yanja could still feel the metallic balls inside her, but could not feel the movements they made, giving her a moment of relief. "You might be out of your heat, but we can stimulate you to think you're still on it, it should make you more... Shall we say... Receptive for my seed," Zaarko grinned and Yanja could feel something cold around her waist, when she glanced down she saw the King placing a metal belt matching the color of the balls going between her thighs and hips around her. "This will help you keep your wits about you," Zaarko explained, "I am the only one who can remove it." The High King grabbed her sore shaft and locked it inside the belt, he then patted Yanja's rear with a gentle smile on his face, satisfied by his work. Yanja looked at the chastity belt with newly found curiosity, it was surprisingly light, and as soon as she swayed her hips to see how much it allowed her to move, she could feel the balls inside her guts move, putting pressure on her sensitive spots and almost giving her another orgasm.

The High King pulled the princess against him, "Now, now, my pet, you better not drive yourself mad before I have time to use you again," he brushed Yanja's breast with one hand, stimulating her already hard nipple with his rough kneading. The Princess gasped again, pushing against her father in growing hunger and feeling his still-hard cock poking through the clothes of her waist again.

"T-this is not right..." She tried to counter, "We can't... I wasn't born casteless for this." High King Zaarko pulled her closer and kissed her neck from behind while massaging her nipples and rubbing himself against her back. "Hush, my pet, Gods gave you for me and we will savor this gift together, I know you want this even more than I do," Zaarko whispered to her ear, making her shudder from desire. "I can't get pregnant, the other Houses would riot..." Yanja panted while her king licked her soft neck as his other hand slid over her throat, gently putting pressure on it. "I need to breed you," the King huffed back, "It's in my veins to breed little bitches like you." The lock on her belt did not let Yanja's cock harden again even though the feeling of her father's tip against her waist along with the balls inside her aroused her more by the moment.

Their slow dance was stopped only by the High King himself. Zaarko pushed Yanja away, leaving her wanting almost as much himself, and picked up the shreds of fabric from the floor. "Only if I could take you now, my princess," he mumbled almost wistfully, "... You should go now, I'll meet you tonight, come by the cellar door when the sun sets," he instructed and walked to the door before turning around to give his pet one final look, "And go change your thighs before you attend the sermon, I don't want you to drop them on the chapel floor too." Yanja nodded with her cheeks burning brightly red and ran towards the door, taking a quick glance at the mirror to make sure she did not look too suspicious before leaving her father's chambers. Her hurried steps made the brass balls inside her canal move intensely, moving in a thrusting motion with every step she took, turning her cheeks even redder than before. A few guards gave her curious looks as she fled through the corridors back to her room, hoping her maids hadn't arrived there yet and found her empty chambers.

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Princess Yanja lay on an almost blindingly white Great bear pelt, both her mind and body spinning from the strange sensations inside her and her mixed feelings. She had managed to lock herself into her quarters just a moment before her maids arrived to knock on her door, but because of her running, the inner balls were spinning fast around their brass shells, thrusting invisibly and making her aroused enough to pant on their own rather than from the excursion. Today she could not let her maids wash and dress her due to the chastity belt she had been forced to wear and with the brass balls inside her, it would even be hard to keep her dignity intact. Whatever game her father was playing was getting even more dangerous and no one was to know what she had been up to and with whom, she would have to survive the whole day while being pounded from the inside whether she liked it or not, and right now she was leaning on not liking it, even though her body wanted otherwise. Yanja didn't know how so much could have changed in mere days, but she could not deny she hadn't enjoyed it despite the wrongness of it all. Deep within her mind she even dared to hope that she and the High King weren't actually related even though it made little difference since he had been the one to raise her at least to some extent and she couldn't dismiss the fact who he was. Her thoughts were soon interrupted by the maids knocking on her door, calling for her to unlock the door.

"A moment, please!" Yanja yelled and got up from the pelt she had laid on and crawled to her wardrobe to swiftly find something to hide her new gilded accessory.

"Is everything alright, mistress?" One of the maids yelled through the door, sounding slightly worried.

"Y-yes, yes! I just wanted to get ready earlier today!" Yanja shouted back, dropping her pollen-stained dress to the floor and kicking it back into the cabinet as she pulled another dress over her head. The redness on her buttocks had receded only a little and one could easily see the handprint left by the High King himself.

"You should have called for us! We could have come in earlier!" Another maid shouted. They seem loyal, Yanja thought, but the moment they would learn about my... mating, they would turn on me quicker than they could change my sheets. At the abbey, Yanja had been taught to be wary of anyone and everyone, "There is no one who wouldn't want your crown, little princess," the priests had said, and the princess had taken that to her heart. Not trusting most people came with a price, a certain kind of loneliness she already had to endure as casteless, but at least she still had her Anica.

Yanja quickly fastened the strings behind her back and stepped forward to unlock the door for her maids, "It was quite alright, you deserve some sleep too," the Princess explained as she opened the door, her face still glowing red. To her disappointment, Anica was nowhere to be seen, but the trilling group of maidens would keep her busy with their rapid questions and curious looks for a while longer.

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Inside his own chambers, High King Zaarko returned to his morning duties, stroking his cock gently, wishing he had had enough time to breed his little princess again. Locking into her during her heat had allowed him to wrap her around his little finger and despite her frail refusals, they both knew she wanted him as much as he had to have her. He thought about her wet hole and eager yet unsure eyes as well as how he had plunged himself into her last night. Alas, such feasts would have to wait, but when the moment did come again, he would mount her again and again unlike she had never experienced before. Zaarko gave his cock a few more strokes before pushing it back inside his pants, leaving him agitated enough to give the princess her second punishment. As soon as he got ready, there was a soft, yet determined knock on the door.

"May I enter your chambers, m'lord?" Anica asked, hoping yet again she had arrived early enough to be the first one to knock on his door. The High King opened the door with a look so stern on his face that Anica had no other choice than to look down.

"You should be with the princess," Zaarko growled in a deep voice.

"... But... I've always served you first, m'lord," Anica pleaded, but the King did not sway.

"If you want to keep your House in my good graces, you will attend to the princess," Zaarko growled again before adding, "I don't want to see you here anymore, do you understand?" hammering down the final nail on Anica's coffin of attempts to be his lover.

"Yes, m'lord" the Lady-in-waiting answered with her cheeks burning red with rage. Now she knew someone had replaced her, ruined her plans, and possibly even smeared her name to the High King. Anica bowed as gracefully as she could and stepped back into the hallway, making her way to the Princess' chambers. Someone had visited the king even earlier than she had thought was appropriate, maybe even stayed the night and given him everything they had before leaving before first blush. Now Anica would have to win the High King's affections again and dispose of her competition. In her mind, Anica hoped her trap had worked and the first dresses she would investigate would be the ones belonging to Yanja's other maids, they were close enough to the royal family to dare to cross the thin line between decency and immorality. Some had families who had served the House Ashbane for decades, proving their loyalty to the High King, but a few of them had been new additions to the court and as such deserving of every doubt.