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Another royal event, the third one this week. It wasn't very amusing watching the upper class splurge on gran feasts and gallons of Ale, knowing that the commoners, like every servant here worKing so their families don't starve in the village. It's why I took this job in the palace, I was eighteen now, old enough to marry but with no suitors, I took a job so I could send money back to my family but it was almost never enough.
I sighed as I held the silver picture of wine, looKing into the glasses of the royal table in front of me, waiting for instruction. The Queen was the most greedy when it came to wine, almost always having a refilled glass on the hour every hour, while the King sat as unamused as I was by the festivities, barely touching his goblet of ale and his glass of wine. Probably just as unamused as I was.
I shifted from one leg to another, getting restless with the standing around, though the short bursts of walKing the three steps to the Queen's glass was helping, just not enough.
"Girl" the King called over his shoulder, annoyed.
"Yes, your Highness?" I asked, noting how his cup was still full. I slowly approached, standing just an arm lengths away to the right of his chair.
"Stop moping about and shifting tirelessly, I can hear you from here" He grumbled, clearly annoyed, he did not spare me but just a glance as I bowed my head.
"My apologies, your Majesty" I slowly began bacKing away when his hand shot up.
"I did not dismiss you, girl" HE called over his shoulder once more, gesturing with his fingers to come back. I hurriedly stepped back forward and he pointed down, next to his chair, I silently asked for me to kneel. I reluctantly obliged, pulling my too small skirt up above my knees to relieve the tension on the fabric as I lowered myself to my knees, picture still in one hand.
I could see the King's gaze as he shamelessly stared at my bare legs, up to my mid thigh I bet my life with a blush as he dragged his eyes from my legs and up my torso. I couldn't help shift so my small chest stuck out a bit more, those sultry eyes kept going until he met my gaze and the panic set in as I looked away. He leaned in close, his hand caressed my jaw, maKing sure I paid close attention to his words as his lips were nearly touching my ear as he spoke softly.
"I can put you to other work" He cleared his throat, "If you're too bored of my such exquisite parties" His voice was dripping with sarcasm but he didn't let me answer, "You Are to be my new nightly chambermaid" He didn't ask, or demand, he said it as if it was a fact. My eyes widened.
"When shall I be called upon?" I asked, uncertain of my words, forgetting my formalities.
"Tonight, after the event" He smirked
"What will be my duties?" I had never been a maid, never worked in the stable, never tended to the gardens, I was just a servant for special events, to work as a kitchen aid. Running around to make sure the chefs had everything they needed, that's all I did here.
"You'll find out in due time" and with that he sat up in his chair and flicked his hand in a dismissal.
"Thank you, your Majesty" I spoke softly, my face burning after such interaction, my legs shaky as I stood up carefully. I stepped back into my position and couldn't help but feel glaring eyes on me as the Queen was turned in her chair. I kept my eyes to the floor, knowing that look could mean death if I dared.
The party went on well into the night but I was dismissed before the end, as fewer guests were still socializing, needing less staff to tend. I looked to the King as my higher up was dismissing me, and he gave me a nod. I took that as a sign to leave and report to his chambers. My breath hitched in my throat as I walked out of the grand hall and to the nearest guard, asKing them to escort me to the King's chambers. Without saying a word he smirked as started guiding me through the cold hallways./ I was terrified of what was to come, I thought about turning back, going to bed, facing the consequences of my actions another time, another day perhaps. But I knew deep down, what awaited behind those doors was far less worse than if I left now. The guard stopped next to the door as I stepped up to the,, I entered the room, the door heavier than I expected. With haste I shut the door behind me before I could change my mind, before I could regret it. Somberly I turned to the room and was met with a messy four post bed, lined with silks and furs. Ignited by the glow of the fireplace.
I hurried over to the first and kneeled in front of it very carefully, this skirt was going to be the death of me. I warmed myself delightfully as I took in the rest of the room. There was a large wooden bath, draped in linens to my left and to my right a desk with papers scattered across it. Cushioned chairs sat around the room, here and there with elegantly designed wardrobes along each wall.
So thai was the life of a King, while my entire family lived in an apartment that was the size of this room, six people lived in a room this large. I started into the fire for what seemed like ages. Lost in thought. What could a King truly want with such a simple commoner girl. My hair was dark brown and down to my mid back, I didn't have any outstanding features as my eyes were also brown, my nose straight as an arrow, my lips not full but not thin (modest I should say), and my body that of a commoner, thin with small curves.
The doors swung open with such ease as the King walked through them. I did not move from my kneeled position in front of the fire, too scared to move.
"What are you doing down there, sweet girl?" He asked, genuinely confused
"Staying warm" I confessed, "The walk over here was cold" and it was, especially in these thin clothes. He walked over to me, a look in his eyes that said "you are my prey". He stepped in front of me, his crotch now eye level to me, his large shadow casting over me.
"What am I to do for you, your Highness?" I asked, softly, looKing up at him through my lashes.
"Have you ever lay with a man, sweet girl?" He asked calmly as he reached forward and swiped a piece of my hair behind my ear. I could feel my face heating up and not caused by the fire.
"Your Highness, why do you ask this of me?" I asked innocently, I knew why, I just didn't want to assume, I didn't want to seem impure.
"Answer your King" He demanded
"No, your Highness' ' I answered truthfully, "I have seen the act of lying with a man though' ' I trailed off as he stared at me, hunger in his eyes as he knew of my innocence. He walked behind me and knelt down. His gentle hand pulled at the strings of my apron, releasing its tight hold from my waist. He grabbed the bottom of my blouse and pulled up, hesitantly I let him pull it over my head and discard it to the side. I was left in my skirt and corset.
"Tell me what you saw" He whispered in my ear, I shuddered, not realizing how close he was. I could feel his hands on my corset, untying the strings as he kissed my neck and shoulder.
"In the village I was to do as I pleased after my chores were done for the day, peaKing into presumably unattended houses was a common pass time. I was always curious how other people lived. The first time I had seen someone, a wetness like no other seeped into my undergarments, a tingle, a vibration like a stack of wood dropping off a cart ran through me. I was amazed by the act." Goosebumps arose up my arms just thinKing about it.
"What a naughty girl you are" The King chuckled, now halfway down my corset strings. My hands came up, cupping the corset to my breasts, shuttering as he bit my ear, "keep talKing"
"I couldn't take my eyes off their sweaty bodies in the cold of winter. The baker's boy, and the black smith's eldest daughter. She had her skirts wrapped around her waist as his trousers fell to his ankles. He had her bent over a work belmont, his hands firmly grasping her waist as he pulled her back and forth on his generous member." My words were breathless as the King got to the bottom of the corset, it fell with a silent thud to the ground And I was left there just in my tight skirt. I went to cup my breasts shyly but was beaten by the King with two hands. He cupped me and pulled me back into his chest, his legs bent on either side of me while he squeezed and massaged .
"Then what happened?" He asked as he sucked on my neck. I leaned my head on his shoulder, and sighed.
"She moaned '' the King pinched my nippled, earning a loud pitched moan as my back arched.
"Like that?" He asked, and I shook my head. He bit my neck, causing me to moan again, a little more deeper.
"Like that '' I said, one hand coming up and spying through his hair while the other grabbed his wrist for support.
"Keep telling me, sweet girl" he demanded
"She called out his name and dug her nails into the wood of the bench as he grasped her loose hair that was in an updo and pulled." He had one hand wrapped around my waist, pulling me closer to him, his member now resting on my ass, as the other pulled and pinched my nipples, maKing me squeal in between words. "His pace quickened, his grunts becoming more frequent until they were both still. She whined as he pulled out, letting his member swing in the air as she turned around." The King's hand came up to my jaw and turned my head so I was facing him. "Then they kissed passionately"
His lips were on mine in an instant, his tongue plunging into my mouth before I could even get a chance to protest. He was demanding, he was in control, he was the true King in that moment as he turned me so my body faced him, not breaKing the kiss. He went to pull my legs apart, meeting resistance from my skirt. He growled into my mouth. With one arm he wrapped it around my neck, guiding me to lay on my back, I straightened out my legs as he did, my fingers entwined in his hair to keep him to me. The floor below me was shocKingly cold, maKing me shudder, but it was long forgotten as the ripping of fabric grabbed my attention. My skirt now laid in two pieces around me, still wrapped around my waist, one slit going up each side.
"Your Majesty!" I screeched as he forced my legs apart so he could stand on his knees between my spread legs. He smiled as he disposed of his belt and pried his pants off as fast as he could, his rock hard cock springing to life and I gasped. He was thick and long.
"Sweet girl, do you know how to please a King?"' he asked, grabbing the base of his cock.
"I know how to please a man, your Highness" I took a deep breath in as he stared down at me, "I hope to learn how to please a King" I smiled as I reached my hand up and grabbed the middle of his cock. My hand barely wrapped around his girth as he growled. He leaned forward, his legs bent and spread to keep my own from closing. He supported his upper body on his forearms, his eyes encouraging me to continue. I gripped him firmly, twisting my hand as I moved it up and down as I had seen those lovers do before. He growled in my ear, nipping at it, his hips slowly moving into my hand as I sped up my pace.
I was so focussed on pleasing the King I hadn't even realized he moved his weight to one arm, his free snaked down my torso, scraping his nails against my skin as he rushed down to my wetness. I was dripping on the floor by the time he got under the loose fabric. He slid his hand between my folds, spreading my slickness up and down them before diving lower. He nipped at my neck as my breath hitched, his fingers circling my entrance.
"Your Majesty" I gasped, as he slid one finger in, gently slipping it in and out of me.
"Sweet girl" He growled, inserting another one. I squealed as I could feel his fingers stretching me.
"Please" I begged as his pace quickened to match mine on his cock. I could feel the sweat building on both our bodies.
"You're not ready" He declared as his third finger joined the other two. I bit my lip, staring into his eyes and his fingers slowly forced there way into me, stopping at their succession. My breathing became heavy as they stayed there, the ends curving and straightening, hitting a spot inside me that brought that tingle sensation vibrating through my entire body.
"Please '' I begged once again, my hand tightening on his member. He knelt his head down and bit my lip before plunging his tongue back into my with a kiss more heated than ever. I moaned into his mouth as he growled into mine. Pleasuring each other with nothing more than just tour hands. I hadn't known such pleasure could be given on both ends, it was always the woman pleasuring the man, their hands always to themselves as they let the woman do as they pleased.
The king's head dipped down, his body shifting out of my reach while he kissed down my neck and to my chest. His fingers are now moving in and out of me. He pushed his weight back into his legs, his hand now free to grope my breast as he reached the valley between them. I looked down at him as he looked up at me, the devil laid behind those eyes as his mouth diverted to my nipple. He was a blur as he latched on and sucked. I squeal and arched my back, my hands grasping into his hair as he lightly bit, flick, and sucked on me. "Oh god and glory" I whispered into the air, my body tensing as I neared a climax. With my breast securely in his mouth his arm wrapped around my arched back, keeping me in the perfect position with my hips arched at the perfect angle for him to slide a fourth finger in, making me cry out again. My cries turned into moans as I neared, ever so closer to my climax. "Yes.......oh yes........OH" My arms stiffened, pulling his head closer to me, my legs clamping around his hips as his hand moved faster, keeping me in a magnetic haze.
Just as fast as I hit my high, hsi fingers were gone, his mouth was gone and we were in the air. His arms wrapped around me to keep me glued to his body as he walked us over to the bed. He dropped me down in the pile of blankets and pillows, leaving me in gasping shock as he lined himself up with my entrance and slowly pushing into me. He stood a the edge of the bed as I laid there waiting for his intrusion.
His four fingers were just slightly smaller than his actual cock. I threw my arms up, grasping the pillows around me as he stretched me. His slow pace was almost torture and i knew he could see it on my face as he smiled. He got half way before he pulled out and thrust himself in just as fast as his fingers. I cried out in a mix of pleasure and pain as he stopped half way again.
"Wait" I called out as he pulled out again and I instantly regretted it.
"No" He simply said before thrusting back into me, this time making me take all of him. My back arched as he hit my cervix and stopped. He leaned forward, his forearms either side of me, his head in my neck. I wrapped my arms around his torso, under his tunic and my legs around his waist as he just stayed there for a moment. I was about to speak again after a moment of suffocating silence when he pulled out and thrust back into me before I thought even formed. I cried out again, this time in pleasure and he didn't stop. His hips skillfully plunged himself into me over and over again, shaking me back and forth, messing my hair as I held tightly onto him, scratching his back as another climax neared once again. With each scratch eh got impossibly faster. Shaking the bed beneath us. His hot breath fanned my ear while he shamelessly moaned into it.
He made sure to keep my body as close to him as possible as he fucked me to his liking, as he used to me however he pleased to. I tensed and shuttered under him as another climax hit me, my nails dug deep into his back, drawing blood, mixing with intense sweat as he kept going. His moans got longer, deeper, his breath hitching as he felt me tense around him, his pace becoming hurried and uneven as he drove into me. The bed creaking below us, the sheets pushed to the floor, the pillows strewn everywhere while I let the fog of my pleasure filled mind take over, and in that moment I could feel his heart beating faster than a horse running into battle. I knew he was close and as he gasped for air, I bit his neck as hard as I could. He shuddered and bit mine as well, grunting into me as we both released into one another, falling still as our muscles tensed under the pressure of our pleasure making. We both gasped for air. Warmth filled me, I could feel it gushing into me as my warmth surrounded him.
"Your majesty" I was the first to let go and the first to speak as laid there still connected. He grunted, leaning every so slightly so his wait was back on his legs. He wrapped his arms around my waist and in one swift motion he was laying on his back in the bed, and I was now on top of him, still connected. I placed my hands on his chest, gaining my balance. I looked at him confused. All the times i've caught a couple in the act they were usually done by now. The man was half the size he was and both got dressed and went on their ways. "What are you doing?" I asked, ready to move off him.
"No" he said again, his hands grabbing my hips and keeping me in the same position. I could feel his member inside me, still the same size as when we started, twitching in me.
"What?" I asked, still confused. "I had thought my duties were done for the night."
" I didn't dismiss you" he said, his hands moving me slightly off of him before penetrating me again. I cried out in pleasure, now more sensitive than ever.
"Your highness" He moved me again, thrusting harder into me, causing me to cry out, "Oh please' 'thrust "Oh god' 'thrust"oh glory"thrust. I was crying out with each movement until he stopped completely.
"Ride me" He demanded.
"What?" I asked still confused
"Ride me, like a horse" He sat up, face to face he smiled sweetly at me. "Haven't you ever ridden a stallion?" He asked, staring into my eyes as I slowly shook my head. "Have you ever seen a man on a horse?" I nodded. He leaned his head over to my ear, whispering to me as I wrapped my arms around his neck. "Have you ever noticed hos his hips move?" His hands grasped me firmly, "You have to move with the flow of the horse, back and forth" He shifted my hips back and forth, causing him to slip in and out of me. "A smooth rhythm makes for a smooth ride" He groaned, making me go faster. I moaned in his ear as I got the rhythm and moved my hips freely without his help. It was my turn to fuck him how I wanted.
He flopped back down into the bed and I placed my hands back on his chest, using him for leverage as I moved above him. His hands came up, cupping my breasts as they bounced freely. Pulling on the nipples once again, throwing shocks down my spine. I threw my head back, closing my eyes as I focused on how he felt sheathed inside of me. How the veins of his cock rubbed against my walls, how his thick mushroom tip hit my cervix every time, how he groaned, groaned and groaned in pleasure as I used him for mine. This is what it felt like to have power, to be on top, to watch as someone was at the mercy of your own actions.
It wasn't long until I was at the brink of my climax yet again and I could tell he was close to his. I flung my head forward and stared him in the eyes, my nails digging into his chest.
"Sweet girl" He called out, throwing his head back as he thrust his hips up into mine.
"Your Maje- oh god" I couldn't even get it out as my body tense once again in pure pleasure. My mind swirling as it was swarmed with shocks, tingles, and vibrations. My mind blanked as I was filled with his warmth yet again.