I wanted to write something quick. I've been reading lots about old civilizations and was inspired to write a story about a king and his daughter destined to be together. I hope it takes you to a far away time and place.
All characters in this story are adults over the age of 18.
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She walked out of the water looking like something out of the myths of ancient days. She was naked and her skin glistened with moisture in the early light of the first winter stars. Her hair hung to her waist and it swayed in the evening breeze, damp and dark. Everything about her radiated femininity and fertility. Many years she had prepared to become my betrothed, but now on the day of her maturity, it was finally time to consummate our sacred bond.
I moved forth to embrace her, my erection like the prophecy of an oncoming storm. I took her into my arms lovingly as if it was the first time I'd ever held her. She was cold but I warmed her with my touch, and then I took her down onto the bed of soft grass. I kissed her lips and I tasted salt, the sea and the life that flowed inside her.
"Daughter" I said, "daughter, come, let me have you."
She parted her long tan legs for me, and I moved within her towards the entrance to her deepest self. In the distance I heard the cries of sea birds longing for their distant partners and I felt I understood their wild longing.
"Father," she said, "Father. Please take me. Now I am a woman, make me yours."
I took her and we were one, as the land and the sea are one, as the moon and the tide are one, as all things in the world are one.
I moved with her, and I cried out her name.
"Rose!"
Her back arched beneath me and her mouth opened, she was lost in ecstasy. For a moment, I felt my soul touch hers.
"Father. My king!"
And her cry was the cry of the birds, and mine, for I was unmoored as well. I shuddered with the release, our climax, the joy and the love, the consummation of our union.
We were still and the world was quiet, the tide was still far away, the moon was just a sliver in the sky. I held her in my arms, my hands on her full breasts.
"My father, my king," she said.
"My daughter, my queen."
She slept with her head upon my chest beneath the vast expanse of endlessness. The wind was cool, but her body was warm. The stars were out and the sky was deep and dark.
"My love."
A long while later, when she was asleep, I carefully got up and walked back up to the bluffs where the people of our kingdom awaited the completion of our sacred duty. They would have known what had taken place on the beach, but they would have said nothing, and they would not have dared watch. No man may lay with his daughter, but for the King should he choose. And so he chose.
I stood in front of them and told them what had happened.
"My daughter Rose is with child," I said. "Our heir."
"Long live the King! We have an heir!" the people shouted, and they fell to their knees and worshiped me.
My penis stood tall, knowing it would soon return to where it belonged inside the perfection of my daughter, the one chosen by the Crones to be the embodiment of fertility.
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The next evening came the performance for the Crones. They would watch my union with Rose and sanctify it with their blessing should my daughter pass the final test. The Crones had their own special seats, a wooden structure erected on the shore, and from there they would judge our work. Where for the people Rose had been naked, for the Crones she was made up in the finest fashion, a dress of feathers, her hair tied in the finest silks, her eyes ringed with black and her cheeks with red.
She was examined by the elders, and then she was delivered to me.
I awaited upon my backless throne, my living scepter erect and ready for the ancient women to place my daughter's willing body upon its unyielding length. Rose was led forward, and there was a smile on her angelic lips. When the old women were satisfied, they lifted her dress up to reveal her privates and lowered her upon my shaft.
