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The Virgin & The King

The King sat on the royal throne at the end at the grand marble room. A red carpet led from the throne to the ornate double doors at the entrance, which swung open to reveal a lonely figure stood in the entrance trembling slightly. The door closed shut with an echoing thump, startling the young woman who had just entered. The King watched as her eyes widened at the sight of the decorated gold ceiling and vast golden archways that stretched into distance. There she saw the King sitting, gazing at her, waiting. She swallowed hard with feelings of nerves, elation and satisfaction in her tummy, she began to walk confidently forward down the red carpet with her head held high as today she was her to face her destiny, her purpose, her moment in life was here, to submit herself to His Majesty the King.

She strode down the red carpet with firm footsteps that shook her ample breasts in her simple cotton dress as she climbed the steps to approach the throne. She pulled the sides of her Virginal white gown to the sides and curtseyed to the King making sure to lean forward and to show the King her beautiful cleavage which she did so expertly as though she had practised the move a thousand times before; which she had.

"What is Your Majesty's pleasure?" She asked bowing her head as the same time keeping his gaze fixed to her eyes. He saw him glance down at her exposed dark skin and watched the powerful ruler smile; she knew that she had passed the first test.

"Come here young Virgin," he gestured with his open hand for her to come closer. She stood once more making sure to sensuously brush the down her thighs as she stepped forward rolling her pelvis with each of the steps she took.

"Turn around, let me see you."

Placing her hands on her thighs once more, the Virgin brought her shoulder forward as she began to turn, keeping the Kings gaze fixed until it drifted away to undress her in his mind. Now side on the King could see her erotic curves as they revolved in front of his eyes until the Virgin stood looking over her shoulder at him, hands placed sexily on the top of her hips, with the tips of her fingers pressing into the flesh of her arse through the flimsy cotton gown.

She delivered an open mouthed smile at the King as if to dare to say 'this is all yours' and nodding in approval, the King spoke once more.

"You are the most exquisite jewel I have ever seen, I will take you, and you will be mine."

At the sound of his command, she returned to face the King, pushing her breasts forward as she did but at the same time keeping her hands behind her. The Virgin began to sway her body with a sultry look on her face as she slid one arm down her arse whilst bringing the opposite up to below her breast turning her again slightly to demonstrate her voluptuous body to her King. She continued her erotic movement as she spoke.

"It has been my longest held desire to be here for you Your Majesty. I have spent years in preparation and training to pleasure you. My body is yours to take and do as you will. I will submit to every pleasure you wish to bestow upon me and accept that I will never know as much pleasure as I will experience here by your hand."

The King stood suddenly and seized her. He grasped one wrist in his hand and pulled her body close to his with the other. The Virgin gasped in surprise as he held her so close to his body that she could feel the power and lust in this man flowing into her from the contact she had. Her body reacted by exciting her nipples and exuberant wetness appeared between her legs. Despite all her training, she leant back slightly away from him almost pulling away in a moment of innocent fright at being finally controlled by her King. His grip was so strong and he felt so firm and so dominant that the potential consequences of her presence here ran through her mind increasing the stimulation between her legs, driving her heart to pound faster in her chest. The King looked through her soul as he spoke watching her breaths increasing.

"You are mine for my pleasure are you not?" The King asked expecting only one answer

"Yes Your Majesty," panted the Virgin

"You shall submit your body to use as I please won't you?"

"Yes Your Majesty,"

"I am your King and you are ready to serve me aren't you?"

"Yes Your Majesty"

"And I am going to FUCK you!"

The passion and power in his voice shot through the girl's body, stimulating her untapped senses causing feelings to erupt inside her uncontrollably letting her body cry out for the attention it had been waiting for all her life. Her heart drove the blood inside her veins and she felt the blood rush to her sexual senses to let her passions be realised by her King.

Once in the Kings bedchamber, the young Virgin stood a little wearily now as she realised the true nature of her position became clear. Her natural shyness took over and she had to let herself accept she was a little afraid.

"Come here you dirty fucking whore!" ordered the King. This scared the Virgin a little.

"You filthy slut! I'm going to fuck your tight little cunt!"

Unsure, the Virgin spoke in a timid voice.

"No Your Majesty, I'm not a whore, I am a Virgin"

"What!?" shouted the King.

"I am a Virgin; I am here for you to take my body for your pleasure."

The King's anger subsided as he remembered this beautiful young woman before him was not one of the usual whores he had brought to him on a regular basis. This beauty had been hand picked and trained just for him. She was someone to be savoured.

"Well," said the King gently, "You had better come here then hadn't you?"

"Yes Your Majesty"

She went to the King and stood before him. He was sitting on the side of the grand four poster bed, the centre piece to this warm carpeted royal bedroom which lived up to every thought that young children would think a Kings bedroom should be.

He finally ran his hands over the Virgin's body sculpting her contours with his palms. First down over the shoulders, over the wrists and ending with the fingers. Then he placed his hands on her cheeks and glided them down her neck slowly over her breasts and then out to the tops of her hips. The girl before him shut her eyes and enjoyed every part of every touch and was thrilled as the finger tips glanced over her sensitive nipples which began to tighten causing her to draw breath sharply. Her breaths increased and the next series of sensations started with the Kings hands being inverted as if to swim but the palms moulded themselves around the curves of her knees and slid sensuously up to between the Virgin's legs.

The growing sensation filled her senses with delight and also with a sense of guilt as if something that shouldn't was about to occur. She bit her lip slightly and felt the warm palms grow closer taking an eternity to touch her were she most needed it. She opened her eyes when the feeling stopped.

"Turn Around." Said the King

The Virgin felt the King stand behind her. Her heart sounded a little faster in her chest knowing, anticipating that soon she would feel the pleasures that had just graced her thighs. When his hand landed on her shoulder the sensation drew a sharp intake of breath through her lips giving the King cause to delight at the pleasure he was inflicting on this young woman. He let his hand slip down her shoulder before moving his lips closer to allow his warm breath to drift over her skin building the sensation that foretold his kiss. At the sensation of the touch of His Majesty's lips to her neck, the Virgins heart allowed a feeling to escape from her as a soft 'Oh' that confirmed her pleasure. Then more sensations as the king kissed her delicate neck to her shoulders as if to distract from his hands moving down her collar to the clasp holding her dress.

With a swift twist and tear, the King forcefully separated the clasp causing the dress to drop dramatically to the floor. The Virgin felt a mix of sensation surge through her. Instant feelings of self consciousness, ashamedness and yet at the same time she felt natural and relaxed. Her reaction was to reach round her self but the King prevented her arms from covering her open body and for a moment she struggled to resist her King. This was met by a sharp bite to her neck on the vein, stalling her fight in a stab of pleasure and pain. Her arms now relaxed again as she returned to feel the Kings control bringing her simultaneous warmth, safety and pleasure.

The King's hands relaxed his controlling grip from her and pressed in and down towards the Virgins now exposed breasts. The palms sent shudders through the girl's body as they slowly and firmly spread down covering the whole bosom before enclosing the flesh and returning slightly drawing breast with it stirring the erect nipple under the pad of his hand. The Virgin gasped at the pleasures now filling her, inescapable delight! Never had the King felt such a texture before, warm soft silk to the touch with an indescribable sensation as he closed around it. He wanted to touch it gently and crush it at the same time to see what could be done with these mysterious objects of desire. He kissed the young woman's neck more and felt her breast tighter eliciting moans of delight from her knowing that she was ready to receive his powerful love.

The King had one hand around her waist from one side with the palm firmly feeling the girl's opposite breast while the other hand passed down the dark exposed skin of her body to between her legs. The warm moist sensation graced the King's finger tips as he slid his hand fully over the Virgins wet pussy, the innocent girl gasped from the pleasure that shot through her and aroused every sense in her body. She arched her back slightly in pleasure only to have it controlled by the King's arm around her waist, keeping her firmly gripped multiplying her pleasure by rhythmically moving both his hands to harmonise the waves of sensation that slowly began to build.

The confident pressure the King applied to his hand between her legs met with little resistance as the wetness of her pussy increased gliding his hand in ever decreasing circles around the sensitive entrance to her body. Massaging her natural lotion back into her was a pleasure for the King; here he had an untouched soul ready for his own pleasures to take and to mould in what ever way he wanted.

"Are you feeling hot girl?" asked the King

"Uh-huh" replied the girl in a breathless state of arousal

He rubbed her slippery pussy in a side to side motion then returned a circular motion which encompassed the whole of her dark wet flesh.

"Are you feeling sexy!?" he asked rubbing a little faster.

"Uh-huh" replied the girl again

"Are you ready to give yourself to me?" The King was satisfied when she said in a very clear voice:

"Yes Your Majesty!" in a tone of submissive acceptance.

The Virgin's head was spinning in a world of delight and pleasure yet at the same time an underlying sense was telling her to stop, to not allow this to carry on yet the King had control of her, dancing his fingers over her beautiful breasts and nipples whilst gripping her around her waist dominating her body's movements -- what choice did she have? And his hand was firing such sensations through her body that she was so sure no one could ever feel this good emphasising more that she should stop at once. She knew though that this was the only chance she would have to please the King, her defining moment of her life and its pleasure, too good to control it her self, too good to stop.

Unconsciously she fought her basic instincts before another uncontrollable sense entered the mix-- LUST! She suddenly realised that she wanted this; she knew she shouldn't be doing this and she knew she shouldn't be enjoying it either but she was and that was naughty. She struggled some more and the King controlled her some more. What should she do? What should she say to the King? She wanted this to continue she wanted this again...

By now the King was beginning to get passionate about this beautiful creature he had under his control. He knew he could make her moan by slipping a finger to the very entrance of her body, her beautiful wet cunt he thought, so wet, so horny from his desiring touch he could begin to feel her relaxing. The sense of fulfilment to take one so innocent, so pure and make her desire to do his bidding upon his command was quite a feeling. He knew he could tell this girl to do anything and she would do it with little hesitation, she had been trained to please the King.

He kissed his way down her beautiful dark-skinned back, as soft as her breasts to the touch and so supple. He had to release her for a moment but grabbed her just as quickly again to keep her under his command. He hands were now locked around her lower waist, pressing the flesh at the top of her thighs, with this thumbs pushed neatly under her arse cheeks. He kissed at these ripe fruits, kissing all over her arse. She responded by sliding her hand between her legs and masturbating herself, a rule she learnt, never let your pussy get dry or the king will feel he has let you down. Always keep you cunt wet, you never know when you'll be fucked!

The Kings tongue joined the frenzied passion being dished out on her cheeks.

"Oh yes," said the King

"I am going to take you my girl and fuck you hard. You are going to feel my stiff cock fucking you and filling your wet cunt. You will serve the King today by being fucked well!"

With this the King suddenly stood and keeping his hands on her hips, swung her around and flung her to the bed. She cried out as she fell, landing on her side twisted with her arse on the bed but her breasts resting on the satin sheets. Her head turned to look at the King with a little fright in her eyes. She could see he wanted her and as he lunged forwards her natural fright overcame her and she wriggled up the bed to get away!

The King grasped her ankle and dragged her naked body down the bed sheets. The Virgins excitement was overwhelming, the thought of being caught was momentarily terrifying and now the sensation of being dragged over the over the sheets filled her as her nipples glided smoothly down the ruffled satin and her pussy was rubbed in a long stroke as she was drawn into captivity.

A hand came down and swatted the flesh cheek that lay so bare sending a sting through the girl's rump connecting the sexual stimulation inside her. A yelp sounded from the Virgin and she gripped the bed sheets with her hands in part pain part pleasure. Slap! Another hand crashed onto the posterior of the helpless young woman.

"You bad girl!" Smack!

"How dare you run away from the King!" Smack!

The King pulled the girl up to her knees by her wrists. She looked at him open-mouthed with her cheeks raised in pain trying not to cry, she look so confused, so muddled. The King had to stop himself from slapping her across the face, he loved this look of helplessness and wanted to take advantage of it, but she needed punishment and needed to know why. He sat down firmly on the bed and pulled her across his lap.

"Hold still!" he shouted but she wriggled on his lap.

SLAP! His hand came crashing down for the first of the reign of new blows. Slap, another. The girl began to blub.

"Say you are sorry for trying to get away" he ordered. The noise of unformed words came from her mouth as she spoke and cried at the same time. Another swat of his hand finished the sentence for her.

"Say it!"

She composed herself quickly and blurted out

"I'm sorry Your Majesty," before descending back into blubbing and moaning.

The King's hand swatted down more, each one a little harder. He usually did not trouble himself with the discipline of his subjects, choosing to delegate that responsibility to his senior servants. He realised the sensations in his hand from smacking her arse hurt him almost as much as it did her. But the punishment inflicted on her backside smacking frantically with speed and repetition, drove the sensation past pain. He knew it would all be worth it for both of them. He marvelled at the change in colour of her perfectly shaped arse. Her velvety chocolate skin was turning a deep dark shade of red. Her flesh wobbled so invitingly with each smack. Striking her so freely, knowing he could continue for as long as he wished, he drove himself on to discover the full range of her physical reactions. But in the mists of his passion he heard under the sound of the slapping a tearful girl repeating "I'm sorry, I'm sorry," over and over again, unsure what she had done to deserve such ruthlessness. His heart swelled and erupted into immense love for her, scooping the crying body into his arms and holding her close to him.

The King held the crying girl in his arms. He stroked her hair gently and delicately swept a tear from her cheek. He lay her down and began to soothe her stinging flesh, trying to sweep the heat away from it with his hands. The King stood and went to the dresser and returned with a moist cloth which he lay over the sore skin. He caringly wiped the area with the cool damp material, which he turned over once the heat had been drawn out. He began to massage the full form of her arse, adoring the plentiful flesh bestowed upon this creature. He was so pleased that all of this was his, such an abundance to play with, touch and explore!

He looked at the innocence before him, and began to kiss it once more. The girl looked so erotic lying on the rich bed sheets so helpless and so ready to be taken. The Virgin glanced back and noticed the look in the King's eye and smiled. She lay there ready for him. She instinctively knew that if the King took such passion in giving punishment, he would be taken her just as passionately and forcefully and the thought excited her. She had heard rumours His Majesty's fire and knew she was his next focus.

The King was kissing her arse once more.

"Open your legs girl" said the King

The King watched the centre of her body as her thighs opened and he could see the perfect lines of her arse and cunt meeting in a curved cross that demanded to be pierced. He kissed the point directly making the girl arch her backside upwards in unexpected pleasure. The Kings slid his hands under her pelvis and drew her ripe arse into his face and kissed and pushed in as close as he could to her. Shoving his face hard into her arse he looked as though he was desperately hungry for this flesh. He continued to greedily lick the area with his tongue as much as he could, he wanted to eat this goodness from her body and let her sweet juices fill him. When the King swallowed, he was amazed at the taste of the Virgins' sex. It was actually sweet but not in a sugary way. This truly was a feast and the King could dine forever on this divine taste. The Virgin was almost breathless from the sensation of having such a warm, moist object exploring her body so intimately, so sensationally, she wondered what would come next. There was no reason for her to have been so afraid.

The King lifted the Virgin's hips to position the entrance of her body right before his lips. He marvelled at the sight of the tight curves of her body that made up this erotic body, the sensuous dark skin and the contrast of the lighter lips that were so wet with the combination of their passions. The Virgin's muscles contracted and he watched the magnificent sight come alive spurring him on for more of the sweet pleasure that lay before him. The Virgin felt the King nuzzle his face into her pussy and move his tongue round trying to follow the path his hand took just moments ago.

Lying on her front on the satin sheets, the Virgin only had her senses to rely on, she could feel the soft flesh of his tongue pressing hard into her, and the pressure he applied to her pussy, driving his face into the wetness. She could feel the kings face buried between her legs, licking and tasting every part of her sex making her imagine the King doing more and for longer to her for the rest her life; this was the moment she had been waiting for and she was loving it.
The passion in the King grew as if he was spurred on further by the unseen reaction of the Virgin's body and mind. The King buried his face into her arse and licked the tight hole that was there once more, flicking his tongue across the entrance, massaging the muscles there relaxing them to allow him to push his tongue into her. Keeping his tongue taut, he pushed his face in and out in almost tongue fucking her arse. The Virgin moaned more and more as the tongue went further in each time but then the King paused for a brief moment leaving her panting with an unfulfilled desire. The King grabbed her hands placed them of the cheeks of her arse and said one word.

"Open."

At the Kings order the Virgin pulled her cheeks apart with a frenzied eagerness and he watched with delight as the innocent Virgin exposed her inner parts to him, submitting herself to him ready to fulfil his pleasures. The Virgin heard the King moan in approval at the sight she was showing him, she had wanted to do this before but now she had been ordered to, it made the actual act more sensational for she was serving her King and she knew things here about to get a lot more passionate.

The King pushed his tongue as far as he could into the Virgins tight dark arse. The young Virgin gasped at how good this felt, she arched her back pushing her breasts out tensing her whole body to let this wild sensation be felt. From the tips of her nipples to the depth of her stomach, never had she felt such a sensation. The King's tongue tussled in the entrance of her arse, pushing its way deeper and deeper trying to separate the flesh locking so tightly around it. The King pulled his tongue out and watched the hole close before pushing it back as hard and far as he could tongue-fucking the Virgin. The King didn't know what was so damn pleasing about doing this to the girl. She was so clean and taking advantage of her like this was far from bad and she tasted so sweet as sweet as a Virgin should taste he thought. He delighted at this unexpected pleasure and now moved his focus to the whole of her curved arse.

The Virgin was still swept away by feeling the Kings tongue so deep and so intimate with her innocent body, she never knew something that should be so bad could be so good to feel and experience. Before her senses dulled, he drew his wet tongue over the full length of her pussy to lick her arse. The Virgin moaned with delight and the King pressed with his tongue and slid it across her moist body once more. He swallowed the sweet juices as they soaked his tongue, she felt the tips of her nipples tingle with this delightful sensation feeling each sweep along her intimate body. Senses fired with each stroke as the moist muscle glided across with increasing pressure and frequency.

The Virgin felt something building inside her, wave after wave of pleasure slowly began to tingle inside her. Inside her mind the senses had made her head swim but she could remember the description of this feeling, the waves of passion that would lead her to her peak, to her climax. She suddenly became aware of her heart racing. She wanted to do it; she wanted it for her King. She wanted to Cum.

The King felt the Virgin becoming more passionate and more active. He knew the effect he was having on her and decided it was time to finish her off.

"It is time my young Virgin to pleasure your King and give yourself to me. I will make you experience your first orgasm and you will remember it."

"Your Majesty," gasped the Virgin. "I want that so much but I love you and what you do to me. I want to cum like this so you may have me again later."

"You want more of your King?"

"Yes Your Majesty."

"If you can cum like this, than you shall!"

The King buried his face into her body again and began to feast once more on her juices and body. The tongue stirred the passions and feelings in the Virgin once more heightening the sensations that surged through her body. Simultaneous pleasures fired in her. She felt her nipples tighten once more which enhanced the waves of delight growing inside her all the time being fed by the tongue sweeping over her pussy and arse. She began to pant quickly as the feelings grew and grew; she felt a little sweat on her forehead as her heart pounded sending more blood to feed the sensation.

The King slapped both his flat palms on her beautiful cheeks and clenched his hands into the flesh. He pulled the cheeks onto his wet face practically driving his nose into her arse as he lapped at the pussy juices on her wet lips. The Virgin felt this sudden rush and it spurred her on, feeling this powerful man using her body for his own pleasure was unbelievable. She was serving him as he desired and he was taking it from her what he needed and what she wanted.

A few seconds after her thoughts, she paused and drifted for one brief moment as though out of her body and was able to capture a peak of pleasure, so wonderful any more than an instant would be too much. The blood then rushed through her turning the pleasures into wild sensation crashing the inside of her making her body expand and contract all at the same time as she came for her King. She fell forward onto the bed exhausted and just relaxed. A warm hand swept across her back and began to rub her shoulders gently. It was the King. She knew by the loving touch, he loved her and they would do that again very soon.

The king looked down at the young Virgin, her beautiful behind still raised in the air as she knelt forward with her head lying to one side still breathing heavily through her mouth. In her young mind, feelings and sensations replayed themselves allowing her to experience them once more to send yet another shiver down her post orgasmic body.

She finally relaxed laying forward on her tummy. The King stroked her soft warm skin gently but hard enough to make sure it did not irritate so she could carry on in her dreamy state. Then King swung a leg over and straddled the girl sitting at the tops of her legs and began to massaging her back, just easily gently rubbing her shoulders to ease the muscles she had tensed up during the build up to her orgasm. The King reached for a small glass jug with stopper, he held the handle between thumb and finger and removed the stopper a fraction and tilted the container. A stream of aromatic sensuous oil ran over the girl's naked back and down the centre towards her bottom. The King put the jug swiftly down and smoothed the oil over her back making sure none of the oil escaped. Now his hands slid more easily and flat palms swept the oil across her back in alternating arcs to cover her dark skin in an erotic shine. Two thumbs pressed into the nape of her back and the hand formed a C that shaped itself to the curves of her waist. His palms arced across her back before knuckles rolled their way up her back.

The King poured oil onto her arse now and took delight in rubbing into the full flesh of her behind. He watched the sheen and how it changed shape under the thumbs he pressed onto her flesh. He grabbed a handful of bountiful flesh and squeezed it in his hand and delighted in his possession. Both hands now held the buttocks and massaged the oil into them, grasping and groping at them. The King moved his hips and the Virgin felt his stiff cock rest on her cheeks then slide between them as he parted them and then pushed the cheeks around the shaft of his cock. The warm envelop of flesh felt amazing around him as he slid his cock effortlessly on the oiled skin bringing out a soft moan as he felt his passion rising for this beautiful creature yet untouched, so pure, so beautiful so innocent. Ready for him to unleash his passion.

The Virgin felt the King fucking between her arse cheeks so powerful as he really began to drive hard into her. She could feel his power and his lust for her, he really was a King, only one so rich in spirit and passion could rule her like he ruled this land. She wondered though, did he treat it was well as he treated her? She had been in the palace for as long she could remember and often walked in the palace gardens to be outside. She and the other Virgins were taught the true meaning of beauty from the flowers in the garden.

"A Rose is so often thought to be the most beautiful flower in the Kingdom. It is sought after and given as gifts because of the way God created it. Its thorns protect it from being picked by the careless, its leaves can obscure the petals to hide its true beauty, only tempting and teasing the looker with what will emerge next. After careful nurturing, it reveals its true colours to the world for it to marvel at its beauty, but only one person can understand what it truly means and that's the one that holds it carefully, marvels at its beauty and smells its scent. Yet some find the rose to be of little value that is popular sometimes, too thorny to deal with and certainly short lived. The King's Virgins must understand the rose if the are to successfully please him." The Virgin remembered the governess teaching them one day.

"The Rose can be like a Slut and like a Princess. The slightly open bud teases the looker as to what is hidden from sight as a women can appear in an attractive low cut dress to display her breasts, men will know there is more to be had as it is so clearly on display. But again like the rose a woman must have thorns to stop herself from being picked other than by the one she is meant for. When a rose blossoms it shows the world its beauty, just like a slut who strips naked if front of others and gallivants around until she withers and is no longer desired and is replaced with the next tart or the next fresh cut rose.

"A princess will keep herself beautiful through Thought and Love. Just like a rose, she cannot be anything other than what she is, she will have thorns like a rose, she will have a body like a rose has petals and she will blossom like a rose when she receives her sunlight and oxygen. Her thoughts give her the advantage over a slut. She can illicit a desire by displaying herself in a provocative way and appear to be a slut which all men desire. During your training, you will be instructed by myself in order to teach you to please the King should he one day summon you to his chamber. You may ask me any questions at anytime as to what the King desires and maybe you will have your own ideas to give him. I will do my best to instruct you in the fundamental basis for the kings desires so you will be able to not just be a rose but a complete garden of beauty and desires that the king will want to explore for the rest of his life. Any questions now?"

The Virgin felt the King still fucking her arse and wondered. What did she need to remember, what did she need to know? She knew she could ask her questions and they would be answered.

The King continued to slide his hard cock between the cheeks of the Virgins arse, the idea of doing whatever he wanted to her brought out the feelings of power in his body. He was in no rush to penetrate her fully for she would be at his disposal for as long as he wanted. He ruled this girl like no other, she was his world that he could touch and love, a world like his kingdom at his every command. He looked down at her body as he fucked her and noticed the girl looking towards the corner of the room and the window. He angrily put his left hand on her opposite shoulder and with swift motion pulled and flipped her onto her back. He pinned the girl who look startled into his eyes panting with a little fright and confusion.

"What are you looking at?!"

He looked down at his stiff cock now poised at the entrance of her pussy. Her head tilted down and she now looked at it as well, as she did so her eyes widened at the size of her King's cock. It looked so big, maybe too big for her.

"You can see this my dear, it's all for you and I'm going to take it from you by pushing this cock ALL the way into you. You want it don't you?"

"Yes Your Majesty," the Virgin trembled in answer.

The King pushed the tip of his cock into the entrance of the girl's pussy, it was so warm and moist. The Virgin felt the first and only mans cock she would have begin to push her apart at first it felt nice but the bulbous tip edged ever onwards, she reached for the bed sheets and grasped a handful trying to control the mixed feelings of pain and pleasure she felt.

The King looked at her tightly shut eyes and her open mouth. He continued to drive his cock into the Virginal cunt, untouched by any other man. He too felt feelings of pleasure as the wet walls of her pussy clenched around the shaft of his cock. There were dark thoughts of pleasure as he caused such harsh sensations in this girl yet there was a nobility about this young female allowing him to do this to her, giving him her body, which added permission to the whole passion inside him. This was the ultimate expression of his rule and dominance over this Virgin, his Virgin; it wouldn't get better than this moment ever.

An eternity passed as the young woman's body left its virginity and became a woman with the penetration of this man, this King, her King into her body. With a quick motion of her arms as if she were trying not to fall, she embraced the King and held on tight.

The cock buried deep inside her started to move once more drawing itself back down her pussy walls giving more new sensations as the swollen head of the cock dragged back along the walls of her body. The pain eased as it withdrew relaxing the girl slightly further easing her discomfort. The King felt the tension ease and smiled. He slowly allowed the girl to get used to each thrust of his cock; slowly it bought more pleasure with each stroke. More and more strokes meant that it was all getting better for her and she opened her eyes to look at the King moving himself in and out of her with such royal grace, care and love. She now smiled in return. The two Lovers gazed into each others souls and knew that this was good and they kissed, kissed with enough passion and love to fill the whole kingdom with their pure undying love for each other. This man was the King and this woman was now the royal princess who would one day become his Queen.
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