His Majesty by Froggy1119
“You’re going to marry the king,” my blood ran cold when my father had come home from court and told me this news.
I suppose it wasn’t all that surprising, after all, I had just turned 18. And at a legal age to marry I was expecting my father to arrange my betrothal to a young lord. I was wrong.
The king, whom my father advised, was nearly 40 and even older than my father. What was I to do. I couldn’t possibly know how to please his majesty.
Father says it will strengthen our families name but I can’t help but want to cry. He stands at my door as the maids help me into the wedding dress, it’s silk fabric swallows me whole. My breast slips out as one of the maids loosens the corset.
“You will please the king tonight, Bella,” my face flushes red as I notice father was watching my breast with a fixed focus.
“Do you mean to help his majesty get ready for bed?,” I ask him. My head was tilted and a laugh escapes fathers throat. Did I say something amusing?
“You will please him greatly,” his eyes were stern and dark as he picked up my veil and clipped it into my blonde hair. “Whatever his majesty says, you will listen,” he instructs me.
“Even if you are confused. He will definitely like that.” Father continues to confuse me. What could his majesty ask of me that I will not be able to comply. In the past 12 years of my young life, I have been taught everything a bride should know.
~ Wedding ~
His majesty stands in front of me as the vows are read. He promises to take care of me, and to financially support me until the day I die once I provide him with an heir. Perhaps, I will soon learn how it is women become with child. Father always said that my husband would teach me, but I wonder if that is still true when my husband is the king.
And with the exchange of rings, his wrinkled hands held my youthful ones. We were married. I look up at his majesty’s eyes, and I see that he was staring at the tops of my breast which peeped out from the neckline of the gown. His lips silently drag across my own as everyone in the ball room cheers.
His majesty’s arms wrap around my small waist and pushes me to his side. He was quite strong for someone so old. I felt a bulge touching the small of my back, and pushed against it with curiosity.
“I’m going to enjoy you little girl,” the king growls into my ear with a groan. My father laughs and congratulates my new husband on a successful alliance.
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I stand nervously as my husband orders all the maids and nosey advisors out of his chambers. And despite that, I can hear their rushed whispers and laughter from outside the door. Were they waiting for something?
My father glances at the king one last time before shutting the door behind him.
“Finally, I get time alone with my little bride,” his majesty’s voice was raspy and low. It tickled my nerves as my stomach filled with butterflies.
His hands grab the last couple strands of the corset that the maids had managed to loosen before being ordered to leave. And with a strong pull, my breasts spilled out and my skirt was all that remained.
I could feel his gaze glaring at my nipples as they stand erect from the cold. His hands reach up and roughly pull at them. I didn’t dare make a noise. Father said to let my husband do as he wishes with my body. I know men are easily enticed by a women’s breasts.
“Have you ever played with yourself, Bella?,” the way he says my name make my thighs clench despite not quite understanding his question.
My silence pleases him greatly because his eyes darken and he tells me to look at myself in the mirror behind us. The erotic scene in front of me; a young blonde child with a man old enough to be her father playing with her breasts.
Red marks are left from his rough handling that makes me crotch tickle and throb. What was happening to me.
“I’ve never touched myself like this before,” I clarify. My eyes meet his through the mirror and I gasp when his hands reached up my skirt and play the seems of my underpants.
I let out a whimper as his fingers slip through my slit and gather the wetness that had formed from within me. A fire had started to burn and to lessen the swelling ache that his calloused fingers left behind, I push back at his majesty’s crotch. A familiar bulge presents itself against my ass.
“Please, it feels so good your majesty,” I let out in between moans. A distinct wet sound had started to fill the empty bed chambers as his fingers continue to rub my lower regions with more force.
Using his left hand, he tears my skirt off which exposes his hand pressed against my delicate sex. I could see that my skin had turned a dangerous shade of pink as his fingers slipped and prodded around.
With a sudden thrust, his middle fingers parts itself into my hole. My head tilts to the sky as I let out a wonton scream, I can feel my walls gripping his majesty’s finger in a deadly grip.
“Can you see your wetness, my little girl,” his question only makes me squirm to chase his hips thrust to end the ache within my loins.
I let out a loud gasp when I hear voices from outside the door, “there are people listening your majesty,” I try to pull away with a sudden shyness at the discovery that his advisors had listened to our pleasure.
“Moan loudly for them. Your father expects me to be happily sated tonight,” and with that I’m shoved against the wood of the door. His pants buckle as he pulls out his own sex organ.
It’s massive size makes me whimper in fear as I see his cum leaking. Purple veins run along his shaft which he pumps a few times before pressing it against my drenched sex.
“Please don’t. I’m scared,” I plead with my husband. He only groans before parting my petals and plunging into me.
I can feel the rip of my virginity, and I let out a scream against the wall. My hands try to push against him, but he shoves me once more. It hurts so bad.
“Spread ur legs and take it. This is what I married you for,” and with each painful thrust that my walls grip onto, I cry out.
I feel the tip of his cock pushing roughly against my womb. The spongy spot within my vagina that begs him to breed me.
“Stop stop stop,” I try to scream for help at the maids through the door, shouldn’t my father be out there? Why isn’t he helping me.
Saliva pools out of my lips from the painful pleasure that builds up an aching pressure in my sex. I look down at our interconnecting limbs and witness my virgin blood seeping out of my lips.
It froths from the repetitive thrusts of his majesty’s massive cock, and my slick coats both our thighs as his muscles flex and I feel a particularly hard assault in my fucked hole.
“Father. Help me please. I’m scared,” I try to call out but I’m interrupted by the groans of pleasure that erupts when a hand reaches down to play with my clitoris. A painful pinch from his hand down there makes me let out another loud whimper.
The slapping of his hips against my ass causes the wooden door to rock loudly. I can hear the giggles of the maids and snickers from the men outside listening to my deflowering.