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Good King Wenceslas

Good King Wenceslas looked out of the frosted window from atop the tower of his castle. The snow had come early this year and there was no sign it was going to let up anytime soon. Snow drifts nearly 20' high had accumulated around the outer walls of the castle, making the King a virtual prisoner. Usually at this time of year, the King paid visits to his subjects, extending his Christmas greetings and well wishes, along with his usual Christmas gifts. The people of his kingdom always looked forward to seeing their kind and generous King especially at this time of year. Everyone except the young women he fancied and took without a second thought to a back room of the cottage he happened to be visiting at the time for a romp and sexual release the King always craved. However, with the weather so harsh, he was unable to fulfill his yearly self-imposed obligation. This year, the bushels of food and barrels of ale and wine, and his heavy cum filled balls, would have to wait a little longer to be delivered.

Just as the King turned to leave the window, he noticed some movement outside. Wiping the moisture from the glass, he peered out into the bleak snow. Nothing. Scanning as far as he could into the never ending wintry white blanket of snow, he saw nothing. "Hmm," the King mumbled, "I must be imagining things."

"Beg your pardon, my Lord?" came a sweet female voice from across the room. The voice make his cock twitch, after all, it was his favorite wench who was alone in the banquet hall with him. He chose this servant to finish preparing his meal because he knew that at any time he would want to fuck her, and she would satisfy his carnal urges. She stood about 5'3", with large round breasts, a small thin waist and a large rounded bottom. He loved her hourglass figure as she had plenty to offer...plenty of places to fuck and plenty to hold onto at the same time. Her sky blue eyes and long fiery red hair only made her that much more appealing to him.

"Oh, nothing. I just thought I saw something from outside, but I believe it is my mind playing tricks on me...wishful thinking I guess," the King said, still searching for a hint of movement outside the window.

"Yes, my lord," replied the voice. Turning from the window, the King surveyed his banquet hall. This year, it would be empty except for the King and his faithful servants. The scent of a large pine tree filled the room as it stood in the corner, adorned with brightly colored pieces of fruit as ornaments, thin strands of silk draped over the tips of the branches reflecting the flames of the fire and the candles spread throughout the hall. Brightly decorated baskets and wooden toys surrounded the bottom of the tree. The King made sure everything would have been ready should any of his guests arrive, but for this Christmas Eve, the gifts would sit until the children of the nearby village would be able to travel to the castle. And the women would be allowed another day or two of peace before the King arrived to exert his power and dominance over them.

The emptiness of the banquet hall only served to remind the King of the extreme horniness he was feeling. By this time last year on Christmas Eve, the King had already had his way with half a dozen women or more, and the majority of his female servants. The only ones that the King had not royally fucked were either too old for his liking or too large. The King liked his women on the petite side, and young. He so looked forward to Christmas, and this would be the first year that the halls of the castle would not ring with the sounds and voices of children, and cries and moans of the women he was fucking. Returning his attention to the noises in the banquet hall, King Wenceslas quietly stood watching as his faithful and devoted servant finished setting out the evening meal.

The King was a very regal and statuesque figure. Standing a dominating 6'3", the King possessed strikingly piercing pale blue eyes, sandy blonde hair and a thick but trimmed beard and moustache. His physique was impressive, broad shoulders, muscular v-shaped torso, and powerful thighs. His cock was equally impressive. Flaccid, it hung at least 4 inches down his thigh, and hard was 9 ½ " long with a 7" girth. The King enjoyed all the activities that kept him in immaculate physical condition, and he was considered to be the most handsome King in all the land. All throughout his reign, he had been offered many choices for a wife from other kingdoms near and far. He had experienced the love and adoring attention of many women in his life, and was far from inexperienced, but none of them had been able to made him feel like make one of them his own. The King possessed everything he had ever wanted or desired.

Hearing a deep growl from his stomach, the King turned and again faced the window. "How much longer before our Christmas Eve meal will be ready, wench?"

"I'm sorry my Lord...only a few more moments," the servant replied nervously hastily finishing setting out the food.

The King closed his eyes and hung his head. At this time, nothing would make him happier than to have a woman or two on their knees in front of him, worshiping his big cock. He loved to hear the slurping and licking noises of multiple mouths pleasuring him, and looking down upon them as he made them masturbate each other at the same time. His cock stiffened as he thought about when he would have the pleasure of taking a common villager in her own home while her family listened in the next room. The King stood for a moment at the window in silence, rubbing his hard cock through his pants, while the only other noises in the room were the crackling of the fire in the stone hearth and the petticoats of the servant bustling as she finished the dinner preparations.

Sighing heavily with his hand now inside his pants and stroking his cock, the King lifted his head and looked outside.

His eyes widened as he again saw some slight movement. "Come here wench...do you see that?"

She hurried to the window and standing up on her toes, looked out. "I'm sorry my Lord, but I do not see anything. May I ask what it is you saw?"

"Down there...it looks like a person is out there in the snow. That heap in the snow drift doesn't look like it should be there" the King replied. "Look closely."

She pressed her nose to the icy cold window and looked out intently. The King grinned at her naïveté as he turned to see her leaning forward, her full plump breasts almost popping out of her low cut ruffled blouse, her firm and round ass poking out behind her. Rubbing his cock again, he quietly stepped behind her still peering out the window. Grabbing her hips, he pulled her back against him, almost making her lose her balance.

"Oh, my Lord...you startled me!" she exclaimed.

Reaching around her body, he pulled the ruffled edge of her blouse down, freeing her large breasts. He immediately grabbed at her stiffening nipples, twisting them hard, digging his fingers deep into her breasts.

"You know what I want from you, don't you wench?" the King hissed in her ear.

"Yes, my Lord" she replied quietly. Reaching around behind her, she lifted her skirt and petticoats up, exposing her bare ass and pussy to him.

"Ah, what a good wench. You remembered I want you to keep your self ready for me at all times," the King complimented, admiring her pale skin. Sliding his hand down and around her body, the King rubbed her pussy, feeling how wet she had already had become. Loosening his pants just enough to free his cock, the King pulled himself out, and with one swift stroke drove deep into his wench. With nothing to hold onto for support, she tried desperately to maintain her balance as her King fucker her mercilessly. Fucking from behind had always been his favorite position as he could have total control over his women. Sliding a hand up her back, he pushed her down at her shoulders, making her bend over at the waist. She placed her hands on the floor as the King drove deep into her, lifting her onto her toes. With a few more powerful thrusts, the King grunted, his seed filling her tight pussy. Feeling his cock throbbing and releasing his torrents of cum inside her, made her orgasm too, her own muscles contracting and milking him.

"Ahhhh, much the better," the King said proudly. "Now clean me."

She quickly turned and dropped to her knees, her body still trembling slightly. Starting at his balls, she licked him up and down with strokes of her tongue along the length of his cock. Up and down, up and down. Looking up at him, she smiled as she took the massive head of his cock into her mouth and sucked the remaining droplets of his cum, swallowing it.

"Thank you, my Lord," she said, remembering that she must show her appreciation to the King for him taking her, anytime and anywhere. She had learned long ago of his insatiable sexual appetite and what was expected of her.

"Excellent...now is the Christmas Eve dinner ready yet?" he asked with a satisfied smile, and turning to look out the window again.

"Just another minute my Lord," came her reply as she stood , flattening the bustles of her skirt, and replacing her breasts to inside her blouse. As she turned to hurry back to the table, the King grabbed her arm and pulled her to the window again.

"Did you see that?" the King asked, pointing out the window.

With her eyes wide open, she turned to the King, "Yes, my Lord. I did!"

Without another word spoken, the King turned and headed for the large wooden door. Throwing his long woolen wrap over his shoulders, he each picked up a candle and ventured down the long spiral stone staircase. A couple of his servants saw the King descending the stairs and quickly followed. The chill in the air made them shiver all over, as they reached a small side entrance to the castle. This door was known only to the King and a few of his most trusted servants. From the outside it appeared like the stone outer wall, but on the inside, it was adorned with steel bars and padlocks. Holding the candles close to the keyhole, the ice began to melt, dripping onto the rock floor below.

With enough of the ice melted, the King and his servants labored to open the door, followed by a large snowdrift falling inside the doorway. They ploughed though the snow until they reached the outer edge of the drift. Wading and struggling through the snow, the King and his servants finally reached the unusual heap. Wiping the snow away, they only had to dig a couple of inches before their hands felt what was most definitely not snow. Looking at each other, they dug deeper. Taking a hold of a small handful of cloth, the King pulled at it, uncovering a face. He inhaled deeply when he saw the face of a young woman...a beautiful young woman.

The whiteness of her face was shocking. The King knelt down and brushed the wisps of hair away from her eyes, uncovering her face completely. She was lovely, even in this half frozen state. Her almost white, blonde hair barely showed from under the wrap covering her head. Unsure if she was even still breathing or even alive, the King and his servants quickly brushed off the rest of the snow covering this flaxen beauty. Lifting her into his arms, the King had no trouble carrying this mystery woman back to the side entrance of his castle. As the King carried the young woman in his arms, he noticed how small she felt in his arms, but as he pulled her close, he could feel the roundness of her bosom against his body. A wicked grin soon came over his lips as his mind began to fill with carnal thoughts.

"You may bring anyone downstairs you require to make sure the door is closed again," the King instructed. "I will take her upstairs and wrap her in blankets to warm her."

"Yes, my Lord. Right away my Lord," the dutiful servants replied, bounding up the stairs ahead of the King.

The King strode up the stairs, taking two, sometimes three at a time. Time was of the essence. He had no idea how long this woman had been outside in the cold, but he was going to do everything he could for her. Entering the warm room at the top of the tower, the King kicked some blankets to the floor and pushed them around making a soft layer in front of the crackling fire. Not even thinking to lay his beauty down, he gathered a few pillows and knelt down, carefully laying her atop the blankets, her head resting on the softest pillow. Looking at this woman he had found outside in the snow, he carefully covered her with blankets, his eyes not leaving her face for one second. He was mesmerized by her stunning beauty, even as she lay unconscious before him. He felt his cock twitching while entranced by her.

Bursting into the room, the servants who were out in the snow with the King cried out, "It's done my Lord. The door is closed." Peering over the shoulder of the King as knelt down at the woman's side, the servants whispered among themselves. "I wonder who she is?" "What was she doing out there?"

"Silence!" the King bellowed. "I will not listen to your chatter!"

"Yes, my Lord," the servants replied in unison. "What would you like us to do my Lord?" one of them asked.

"I am not sure there is anything either of us can do...except wait," the King replied. "I believe we have done as much as we can for now. We can only hope that she will make it through the evening and be with us on Christmas." The King stood and looked down, studying every curve of her face, memorizing it, taking in her beauty. He stood quietly for several minutes before speaking again. "I do not want to think back on our future Christmas Eves and remember this as the night we found a young woman frozen outside the castle."

"Yes, my Lord. Indeed my Lord," the servants replied.

"I think she will need to rest, but for now, I wish you to all stay and dine with me while I watch over her," the King said with a loud booming and jovial voice.

The servants all smiled and nodded at one another, following the King to the dining table. "Go, bring everyone in so we may all enjoy this food. After all, what is Christmas without giving and sharing?"

One of the servants disappeared, his voice echoing down the hallway. "C'mon everyone. His majesty wants all of us to join him to eat!" The room quickly filled with the King's servants. Everybody already knew their place at the table and stood behind their chairs waiting for the King to be seated and give them permission to sit. The King took another look over at the woman sleeping near the fireplace, wrapped in the blankets. With a nod of the head, the servants all took their seats, and looked towards the King. Smiling at the two female servants on either side of him, they rose from their seats and began piling food onto the King's dinner platter.

They vied for the King's attention, leaning close to him, angling their bodies to face him, each trying to tempt him with their barely covered cleavage. Accidentally dropping a roll into the King's lap, a small framed blonde servant smiled innocently as she retrieved it, making a point of rubbing his bulging cock as she did so. The King took her hand and pulled it downwards, indicating to her to kneel and crawl beneath the table. Beaming a smile at him, she gathered up her skirt, lifting it high enough to let him see her blonde pubic hair, then crawled beneath the table. With one hand the King reached down and opened his pants, the other picking up a roll and sinking his teeth into it.

The blonde servant giggled as she pulled her King's growing cock towards her. She was one of the more talented servants when it came to oral pleasure, and she knew it. The King never passed up an opportunity to have this naughty servant service him, as she took such enjoyment and pleasure in doing it. Leaning as far forward as possible, she took the head of his cock into her mouth, lovingly sucking it. Her lips puckered as she slid the King's cock in and out, her hand masterfully stroking in perfect rhythm with her mouth. Scooting right between the King's knees, the servant lowered her head, engulfing his cock. The King moaned as he felt her hot little mouth so expertly taking him down her throat. She massaged and caressed his balls while she slurped loudly.

All the servants knew exactly what was going on, and they tried to ignore the noises and mental images flooding their minds as best they could, but it was hopeless. The male servants cocks began to harden and many lowered a hand, adjusting and rubbing themselves. A couple of them had been lucky enough to be on the receiving end of the blonde's oral talents, and knew what incredible feelings the King was experiencing. But for now, as the King was not in the sharing mood, their sexual frustration would have to be taken care of later on.

Sucking more intently, the servant moaned at her King's cock sliding in and out of her mouth. How she relished it. She adored how he slid between her lips, across the surface of her tongue and down her throat. The King, unable to hold his seed back much longer, sat upright and pushed her mouth down onto his cock, her chin resting against his heavy cum filled balls. Not expecting his forcefulness, she gagged but soon accommodated him. He thrust his hips up, pushing more of his rod down her throat, his balls emptying into her. Gulping down every drop of cum, careful not to dribble any from her mouth, she moaned satisfactorily as she swallowed mouthful after mouthful.

"Thank you my Lord," she said smiling.

Stroking her hair, the King just looked down and smiled at her. That was all the praise she required and after carefully tucking his softening cock into his pants, she crawled back out from under the table and took her seat as if nothing out of the ordinary had occurred. Of course, on special occasions in the banquet hall, sucking the King's cock while everyone else dined was not out of the ordinary for her.

Taking his time to watch as his servants eat and talked among themselves, the King found his attention returning to the woman sleeping by the fireplace. He still wanted to find out more, but until she awoke, there wouldn't be much chance of that happening. The King sat and watched her, not taking his eyes off her. One of the servants offered a few platters of food to the King, but he just set each one on the table, not selecting anything. Sensing the King's impatience about the woman, one by one, the servants rose, bowed in the way expected of them, and slipped away, leaving the King staring intently at the woman wrapped in blankets on the floor in front of the fireplace.

It took the King several minutes to realize he was alone. He walked to the corner of the room and stood beside his Christmas tree. He traced his fingertip along some strands of silk, watching the dancing candle flames reflect off them. This only kept his attention for a few seconds before his overwhelming urge to have this young woman took control and the King walked towards her sleeping body. Sitting beside her, the King suddenly felt a wave of compassion come over him. Usually a sleeping woman was no reason for him to hold back his lust and desire. Normally, the King would mount and begin to fuck her ruthlessly, having her awaken to him inside her. The King sat for a few minutes on the blankets. He lifted her limp and almost lifeless body into his arms, cradling her. She looked so small, so helpless. He pulled her to his body and closed his eyes, slowly rocking back and forth as if he was rocking a baby to sleep. He was startled to hear a quiet moan come from the bundle in his arms and looked down at her, hoping for another.

As he waited for more sounds of life, images of him and this beauty laying in his arms filled his mind. He thought about how it would feel to be kissing her lips, how her small body would feel during an explosion of ecstasy, how she would look as she lay beneath him amid the throes of passionate lovemaking. His shaft quickly began to respond to his thoughts and he felt her blanket wrapped body rubbing against him through his clothes.
Another moan escaped her lips and she moved slightly. It was the first time she had moved since being brought into the castle. The King felt his heart leap and his cock surge, his happiness and excitement making him smile. He knew it was only a matter of time before she would eventually open her eyes, and he wanted to be the first thing she would see when she awoke. The whiteness of her skin slowly turned to a pale pink, her cheeks becoming more rosy as the warmth returned to her. He pulled her tightly to him, slowly stroking her cheeks feeling the warmth return to her once lifeless body.

Still fully aware of his arousal, he sat with the hardness of his erect cock pressing the insides of his clothes and against the woman he held. He looked at her face as her eyelids fluttered slightly. "Wake up," he whispered. "Wake up."

Her eyelids partially opened as she turned her head and moaned. Resting his finger on her cheek, he turned her face back towards him. He was determined to look into her eyes as she regained consciousness. The King held her head as she slowly opened her eyes again. It took a few seconds for her to realize that she was completely unaware of her surroundings. Kicking and squirming, she tried to free herself of the blankets and this stranger's firm hold of her. Her efforts to unravel herself were fruitless. Her whole body wriggled and fought to be free.

"Be still," the King said quietly. "I will not hurt you. You are safe, and more important you are out of the cold and snow now." His soothing voice made her relax and his hold on her eased. Almost as quickly as she awakened, her eyes closed. With a long sigh, her body went completely limp once again. The King held her against his body and he closed his eyes, content that she was now out of danger and also he had seen the intense fire in her eyes and a little of the spirit she possessed.

The King sat patiently, his manhood rock hard, aching and twitching as he thought about this beautiful woman he had found in the snow. He wanted more than anything to unwrap her body from the blankets and to undress her, to fuck her until he was finished with her, to use her body for his own selfish wants and needs. His desire for her was increasing with every breath she took. The King closed his eyes and again thought about how her body would look completely naked. He wanted her. He was on the verge of removing her clothes and fucking her until she regained consciousness, and to hell with her feelings. After all, as King, he had the opportunity and will to take anything and anyone he wanted at any time.

His breathing quickened as the King noticed small beads of perspiration forming on his beauty's forehead. He quickly unwrapped one of the blankets and cast it aside. With the blanket gone, he could more easily make out the form of her body. He opened up the front of the next blanket and could see the roundness of her breasts rising and falling as she breathed. Once again, he felt his cock aching for release from their confinement, straining in his pants. Leaning his head closer, he kissed her forehead, his eyes never leaving her rising and falling mounds. He smiled as he imagined his lips kissing her breasts. He thought how soft her skin must be, how delightful it would be to suckle her nipples and feel them harden in his mouth, to sink his teeth into them and hear her whimper from the combined pain and pleasure.

The King slipped one hand under the edge of the blanket and rested it on her stomach, moving it from side to side. He watched her face as his hand crept up her body, reaching the underside of her breasts. Pausing for a moment, he thought of what he was doing, and grinned mischievously to himself. As much as he loved a woman to react to his touch, having the chance to see and feel her was so incredibly appealing.

Releasing her from his arms, the King stood and walked to the door, locking it. Returning to the woman still sleeping on the blankets, the King knelt down beside her, unwrapping the remaining blankets. He took a few seconds to look her over. He could so very easily see the shape of her body barely covered in her thin and worn clothes. Again he felt his aching cock straining against his clothes. Moving over her, he straddled her body. She looked so small beneath him.

Taking a knife off the table nearby, he lifted the hem of her blouse and sliced upwards, the thin fabric falling to her sides. The King inhaled deeply as he saw the shadow of her nipples and areolas through her thin white chemise. Her breasts were much larger then he had imagined and reached out, cupping them both, his thumbs grazing over her already hard nipples. His soon to be conquest lay under his large frame, a quiet moan escaping her full red lips. Again taking his knife, he sliced through the thin white fabric, exposing the pale flesh of this beauty which lay beneath him.

He marveled at the sight of her, fully exposed from the waist up, sleeping and unaware of the pleasures and rapture she would soon experience. The King took a hold of her firm breasts, and they were indeed a handful. The King dug his fingers into the firm flesh, rolling and twisting her hard nipples between his forefingers and thumbs. Releasing his hold of one of her breasts, the King opened his pants, taking out his rock hard cock. A drop of precum had already covered the tip of his cock. He leaned forward and rubbed his cock over her breasts, slapping it on her hard nipples. The King loved to see his manhood bouncing up and down on her mounds, and he chuckled to himself. He was going to enjoy seeing it sliding between them, her pretty little mouth licking the tip as he pushed it up and down between them.

The King groaned loudly as he wanted to prolong his cuming. He wanted to save that pleasure for her delightful little pussy. He thought how exquisite it would be for him to take her virginity, and hoped it was still intact. "Oh yes," the King said to himself. "It is going to be such a pleasure having you all to myself, my love."

The King took a hold of her breasts with both hands again, his cock resting on her stomach. Not letting go of her breasts, the King slid backwards. He bent over, lowering his head to just above her. Releasing his hold of one of her round globes, he sucked the freed nipple into his mouth. The hardness of this beauty's nipple between his lips caused his cock to jerk. He licked and sucked it, gently at first, but increasing in voracity and greed.

Suddenly, he felt her body tense, and heard a loud gasp. Lifting his head, her nipple popped away from between his lips. He was greeted by a smack of her hand on the side of his head and a scream. Lunging to cover her mouth with one hand, he grabbed the one smacking at him and held it firmly with the other. "Sshhhh," the King uttered. "There's nothing to be frightened of...I will not harm you." He looked into her eyes, as they filled with fear. She wriggled, trying to free herself, but that in its self was hopeless. She was no match for him, and she knew it. "Will you remain silent?" She nodded. "Will you scream again?" She shook her head. "Now when I let go of you, you must promise you will not try to escape." Again she nodded.

Removing his hand from her mouth, her eyes stayed locked in a stare with his. Gently stroking her hair and trailing a fingertip down her cheek, the King smiled "You are so incredibly beautiful. I have to know more about you, but for right now..." His words trailed off as he lowered himself onto her, kissing her deeply. His tongue traced the outline of her lips, eventually pushing between them. She slowly opened her mouth wider, inviting him to explore her mouth deeper. He felt her body beneath him as she pushed her chest upwards, her firm breasts pressing harder against his chest. His erection was throbbing painfully and he ground his hips against her. His hands moved up and down her sides, feeling the roundness of her breasts being crushed from the weight of his body.

His lips never left her skin as he kissed her cheeks, down and all around her neck. She was amazed at the gentleness of his ways and responded by tilting her head back, offering her neck completely to him, and moaning quietly. Sliding down her body, the King kissed and nibbled her neck, slowly working his way down. Trailing his tongue over her skin, he heard her gasp as he took one nipple into his mouth. Gently squeezing her breast, he curled his tongue around her nipple, closing his teeth on it. When he felt her hands on his head, her fingers running through his hair, he knew she was his. The King smiled to himself as he moved to her other breast, treating her other nipple to the same sensations.

Lifting his head, he looked at her face. She smiled innocently, and blushed, her cheeks turning a bright red. "You are so beautiful. It is going to be such a pleasure..." the King whispered, his words trailing off as he looked her up and down.

"Thank you my Lord...oh, I mean...Thank you, your majesty," she replied quietly.

Her acknowledgement of his regal title made him smile. "So you know who I am and where you are?"

"Yes, your majesty. I know who you are...but I am unsure of where I am," she replied quietly. "I am..."

Her words were interrupted by a "Ssshhhh" and a kiss on the lips. This time the kiss wasn't as gentle and passionate. The King's intensity and urgency to take her was so very evident. Pushing a hand between their bodies, the King slipped it inside the waist of her skirt, and down between her legs. The few petticoats she wore were as thin and flimsy as her chemise and all it took a swift flick of the wrist to rip them from her body. Her whole body tensed and she tried to turn away from his kiss. Positioning one knee between her legs, the King forcefully spread them. She whimpered into his mouth, but to no avail.

With the weight of his body, his strength and power, she was helpless. She quickly realized the futility of trying to resist him, and reluctantly gave way to her increasing desire. The tension from her body subsided as the King slipped a finger between her moist folds. She had never felt a man's touch there, and she knew that she had a duty to do as the King asked, whether she wanted to or not. She trembled as his fingers explored her wetness, lightly stroking and caressing her.

The King lifted his head from hers, breaking their kiss and looking into her eyes. Although it felt as if she was yielding to him, he could still see the fire within her. Pushing her legs slightly wider apart, his fingers made their way to her clit. He watched her face carefully as his ministrations brought forth numerous gasps and moans. It took only a few caresses of her swelling bud for her hips to start rising and falling in rhythm with his hand. The King gently pinched and squeezed her clit before using only his forefinger to rub it quickly, gradually applying more pressure to it. His beauty writhed and squirmed beneath him, her gasps and moans becoming louder. Her entire body shuddered as she felt her first ever orgasm moving through her entire body. The King watched her face as her eyes rolled, her mouth opened and closed as she moaned and her entire body trembled from his touch.

He waited and watched as her orgasm swept over her. Allowing her time to catch her breath, he rolled to one side, gently caressed her body. He slowly took in every inch of her body with his eyes. Her round full breasts, rising and falling quickly, her flat stomach leading downwards to a thin blonde bush, her thighs a creamy pale white. Taken in by her stunning beauty he removed his hand from her body, placing it on the waistband of his pants and quickly pulling them down. Taking off his shirt, the King lay there only for a moment before moving atop her. Feeling the heat radiating from his body, she opened her eyes to see her naked King poised above her.

She blushed as his eyes literally burned into hers. Pushing her legs wider with his, he pressed his throbbing cock to her virgin hole. Taking a hold of his shaft, he rubbed the tip up and down, moistening it from her juices, opening her slightly to receive him. Laying on top of her, the King pushed his cock barely an inch into her tight pussy. Her entire body became rigid as the felt the increasing pressure. "Relax my beauty," the King hissed in her ear. Her whimpers continued as the King pushed deeper. Her thin virginal barrier blocking him from entering her further. Looking into her eyes, he thrust deeper, breaking through her hymen, making her cry out in sudden pain.

Clutching onto her king, the woman rescued from a potentially cold wintry death, now lay with the one man everyone adored. Tears of pain and joy combined and trickled from her eyes. Slowly and rhythmically, the King slid in and out of his beauty's tight pussy. His cock was already throbbing and it took all his control not to explode deep into her. He nuzzled her neck, kissed her passionately, and caressed her body as he drove deeply into her. Her body soon began to respond to him, her kisses becoming wild and frenzied, her hands roaming his chiseled and muscular body, her hips lifting upwards to meet his deep and powerful thrusts.

The King moaned loudly as he drove harder inside her pussy. Her virginal tunnel now his. Pushing himself up onto his hands, the King rocked back onto his knees, tucking them beneath him. Wrapping one arm around her body, he swiftly lifted her up, bringing her down onto him, his cock buried balls deep within her. Wrapping her legs around his waist, the mysterious woman whom he found outside in the snow, now bounced up and down on his manhood as if she had been doing it for years. She folded her arms around the neck of her King and kissed him passionately, her tongue pushing into his mouth, her tongue searching for his. The King held her tightly against his body, marveling at the sensations this woman was giving and receiving. Her beauty had definitely captured his eye, and now everything about her was capturing his heart.

Sliding his hands up to her shoulders, he pulled her down onto his throbbing cock one last time, holding her still. His cock erupted filling her with his seed. Her own body shuddered in response to the hot throbbing sensations deep inside her. Both the King and his beauty held onto each other tightly, their breathing rapid, the hands caressing and stroking one another.

Cradling her, the King rolled forward and layed her gently onto the blankets on the floor, his body resting on hers. "You are truly my gift," the King whispered into her ear as he placed soft gentle kisses on her face. She opened her mouth to speak, but the King placed his finger over her lips. "Do not speak," he commanded. Sliding up her body, the King crawled above her, his cock sticky and wet from their combined cum. "Clean me," he commanded. She was puzzled, and looked up inquisitively. "Clean me!" the King repeated.

Never before had she seen a man's cock, let alone so close. She looked at it, unsure of what to do. "I won't say it again," the King said quietly. Looking around for a cloth, she turned her attention away for a second. "No...clean me with your mouth. You will get used to serving me...and without question or hesitation," he said. Closing her eyes, the King's latest conquest stuck her tongue outwards just a little and touched it to the underside of his cock. She salty and stickiness caught her by surprise and she grimaced at the taste.

"Again!" the King commanded. She took a deep breath and licked a couple of inches of his flaccid cock. Taking a nervous hold of it, she lifted it and lapped at his cock with her tongue. The King chuckled while she quickly licked and cleaned his cock until it was wet from her saliva. "Very good. Now, just remember this...I will take you whenever and wherever I please, and you will always thank me afterwards," the King instructed.

"Yes, my Lord. Thank you my Lord," she whispered.

Without saying anything, the King moved off her, positioning himself down next to her. Soon after, the King drifted to sleep, his body molded behind hers, his arms still holding her close to him. Her eyes scanning the banquet hall, she saw the table covered with an abundance of food and drink, the large Christmas tree in the corner decorated so lavishly and surrounded by baskets and toys, the numerous candles with pools of wax at their bases. She closed her eyes and nestled back against the King's body, feeling his arms wrapping tightly around her again. Eventually, she closed her eyes and feel into a deep slumber.

The King awoke a few hours later to see his beauty curled up on her side, her back towards him. He reached down and rubbed his rock hard cock, contemplating how he would take her next. After feeling how she reacted to him previously, the King ached to feel her gentle and still nervous caress. He touched his hand to her back. Her skin was as soft as silk and he gently moved it up and down her spine. Still sleeping, she straightened out her body, arching her back and moaned. Oh, how he loved her quiet little moan. Taking a hold of her arm he rolled her over to her back, and her arms fell away from her body, her large breasts standing proudly from her body, the nipples hard and beckoning.

Not wanting to miss another opportunity to suckle her breasts, the King leaned over taking one nipple into his mouth, the other beneath his palm. Her nipples felt exquisite in his mouth, firm and fleshy. The way she arched her back in subconscious response to him, made his cock throb to be inside her again. He knew it was only going to be a matter of time before his beauty would be begging him to enter her, wanting to feel his manhood buried so deeply inside her. Closing his teeth gently around her nipple, his hand grazed down her body, his fingers playing with her thin blonde hair and slowly parting her moistened folds.

Opening her mouth, a soft moan came from her, but she still slept. The King's hand worked slowly down between her lean thighs reaching her wet pussy. Pushing only a fingertip inside her, he felt a dribble of the seed he deposited in her earlier, leak from her tiny slit. He smiled to himself as thought that it would be so perfect if she was to already be nurturing and growing his child in her womb. His Christmas wish would become true. Nothing else could compare to the immense joy he felt at that moment.

Continuing his manual penetration, he felt her hips begin to rise and fall with the movement of his hand. Taking a glance at her, the King smiled as she was responding to him in her sleep. Letting go of her nipple in his mouth and removing his finger, the King quietly moved between her legs, pushing them apart gently. Scooping her ass into his hands, he lifted her upwards. As of yet, the King hadn't taken a look at her backside, and he smiled as the handfuls he was holding were firm, but with just the right amount of suppleness.

Lowering himself, the King pulled his beauty to him, trailing his tongue along the inside of her thighs, starting from her knee and slowly working upwards. As her neared her soaked pussy, he inhaled deeply. Her scent, and the last remnants of his, was intoxicating. Extending his tongue, he pushed it between the swollen folds concealing her clit. Her body squirmed from his tongue, as he pushed upwards, finding her nub, flicking at it quickly. Another moan came from her mouth, and shortly thereafter a gasp. The King knew that once more with his tongue, and she would awaken finding his head buried between her legs, experiencing the most intense pleasure she could possibly imagine.

With more pressure, he licked upwards. As she moaned and gasped louder, her entire body jerked with pleasure and shock, all rolled into one. The King sucked her tiny clit into his mouth, his lips covering nearly all of her pussy. His tongue danced up and down, side to side, around it in little circles until he felt it swelling, getting larger and harder. He moaned satisfactorily as felt her body responding to him. She squealed with delight as her entire lower body resonated from his moans. Sliding his tongue downwards between her swollen folds, he pushed his hardened tongue into her pussy. Her body jerked and spasmed at the unfamiliar intrusion. She rested her hands on his head, feeling how he moved up and down, her fingers becoming entwined in his soft blonde hair.
"Ohhh..." she moaned, unable and unsure of what else to say or do. She watched as the King devoured her, making her body tingle and quiver. Her curiosity was quickly overcome by the incredible sensations she was feeling, and she raised her hips up higher. The King moaned louder as he slipped his tongue in and out of her. He loved how she curled his hair around her fingers, occasionally tugging at it when he tongued her in a certain way. Moving one hand from her curvatious backside, the pulled the protective hood back from her clit, rubbing it gently with his thumb.

She squirmed at his touch, almost pulling away from him. The feelings were those she was completely unaccustomed to, but the King held her close. He was determined to make her feel the intensity of her orgasm again. Her hands clenched handfuls of his hair as her body stiffened, her legs becoming rigid. Her back arched and her entire body shuddered uncontrollably as waves of pleasure swept through her. The King didn't let up. He just continued his oral onslaught, making her writhe and moan, keeping her from coming down from her euphoric state for as long as possible.

The King watched as she jerked and spasmed, her moans turning to cries, her inexperienced body practically unable to endure the intensity of the pleasures he was giving her. Suddenly, her entire body went limp. Her hands fell from his head, her body slumping downwards. Gently laying her down, the King moved over her trembling body, kissing her passionately. "My treasured and naïve love," he whispered.

"Oh, my Lord," she gasped, "I am so ashamed."

"Ssshhhh," the King whispered. "There is nothing to be ashamed of. Your reaction was perfectly natural." Her face blushed and she turned away from him. Turning her head back to look at him, the King said sternly, "don't turn away from me, I want you to see the pleasure you have brought me."

"Yes, my Lord. Forgive me."

"There's nothing to forgive," the King replied with a soft smile and a gentle kiss.

Folding her arms around the King's neck, she pulled him down onto her. Wrapping her legs around his waist, she looked into his eyes. "My Lord," she whispered. She felt the end of his rock hard shaft pushing against her again. "Yessss," she moaned as she anticipated him entering her. Smiling at her, the King reached around himself and unwrapped her legs from his waist. He forced his arms beneath her and quickly rolled over. The speed in which he rolled over almost flung her body off of him, but he managed to steady her. She looked down at the King, giggling. He stared at her, pushing her to an upright sitting position, admiring every part of her. Resting his hands on her hips, he lifted her up, holding her above his throbbing cock for only an instant before slowly lowering her onto him.

The King immediately felt her body tense as she was again taking him deep into her. Wanting to please her King, she lowered her hands, bracing herself on his chest. She closed her eyes as she pushed herself down further, desperate to accommodate his cock. Sliding his hands up her body, he began to massage her breasts, gently manipulating her nipples, making them hard and pointy. "You are so beautiful," the King said quietly.

Not replying verbally, she blushed a little at the same time. She leaned over and kissed him, her breasts crushed against his chest as he wrapped his arm around her. The King began to lift his hips up and down. His cock sliding in and out of her tight pussy. She moaned into his mouth, the pain and pleasure of such deep penetration almost too much to take. Her desire to stop the pain was quickly eradicated by her lust for more pleasure. She pushed back to him, taking more of his cock deeper inside her. Suddenly she pulled away, leaning back and sitting upright atop the King's cock. She rocked her hips back and forth, her head falling back, her eyes closed as she rode him. Her body was shuddering and gyrating as she moved to and fro, her hands resting on her thighs, using them for leverage. The King layed beneath his beauty and watched her, captivated and completely mesmerized.

Closing his eyes for just a second, the King felt his cock throbbing in anticipation of filling her once again with his seed. He heard her cry out and opened his eyes to see her flailing about like a flag in the breeze. Her pussy was clamping tightly around his manhood, squeezing it, starting to milk him of his precious cum. The King thrust his hips upwards as he unleashed himself into her, both their bodies wracked with ecstasy.

Slumping down onto the King, she gasped for air. "Th...Thank you, my Lord," she stammered. She kissed his shoulders and chest, her hands moving over him. With her breathing returning to normal, her body lay motionless on his.

Waiting for a few minutes to make sure she was completely asleep, the King lifted her off his body, wrapping her in a blanket as she slept. Gathering his clothes, he redressed and walked towards the window. Smiling to himself, the King peered outside the window, marveling at the luminescent glow from the nearly full moon reflecting off the snow. Looking over at the candles almost completely burnt out, the King realized his Christmas Eve had now become Christmas Day. He walked to the fireplace, tossing a few logs on the flames, and glancing back towards the damsel he rescued from the snow.

This Christmas would be one he would never forget.
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