The Perfect Fit by eroticdemotic
This one’s got incest (b/s), impregnation from said incest, loss of virginity, a bit of voyeurism, technically some prostitution, and a whole lot of size kink. Everyone having sex is 18, of course.
Hope you enjoy!
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Alice knew a betrothal was coming. She was a princess, after all, and already twenty years old and unwed. Truthfully, she was beginning to wonder if there were a reason her father had held back for so long.
She didn’t think she was unappealing to the eye: she was short, yes, but that was the only issue Alice could identify with herself. Her reddish curls fell to her collarbone, carving an easy path for one’s eye to follow straight from her face — with its wide eyes and large lips — to the generous curve of her breast.
It was to great joy, then, that she was summoned to the throne room one evening to meet Duke Arthur from the neighboring territory.
He was a man of 30 and tall, standing a full head above several of the other men in the room. His skin was a tanned olive brown, and his even darker hair was neatly coiffed.
He looked mature in a way that Alice rarely felt, but she was ready for that to change. Done were the days of skipping around the courtyards with her servants. She was ready for marriage and all that it entailed.
“All” meaning heirs, of course. She was aware from a young age that was her purpose. Her younger brother Jordan — newly eighteen with all the gumption that came with that — was to rule the kingdom, but she was to produce heirs for her husband. She had never experienced different, so she had no reason to question this.
Alice had always thought it was good that she and Jordan looked so much alike. Jordan had the same red curls and high cheekbones, with lashes that looked almost too long for a man’s framing his eyes.
Their resemblance would mean their lives would remain connected: her children would look like Jordan’s and that would serve as a reminder to all that they were of royal blood. A wonderful thing for their family, of course.
So this was all she had ever wanted, and it was time.
She met Arthur’s eyes — tilting her head back to do so — and smiled. Yes, he’d do just fine.
—
Kathie, a servant girl, came by late that night. Alice was at attention immediately: it was long past nightfall, and Kathie should have been in her own quarters and very much asleep by now.
“Your highness–” Kathie started, catching her breath in gulps between words.
“Kathie, please. What’s wrong?”
“I don’t know how to tell you this. I apologize.”
“You ran all the way here but cannot tell me what’s the matter?”
“No, I– It’s not proper.”
Alice was frustrated: she was tired, and here was a servant who was usually so kind and honest with her. But instead, Kathie was blushing deep red and squirming, hands fiddling before her as she stood.
“Out with it,” Alice said. “I do not care about any impropriety.”
“It’s the Duke, miss. I think you need to know that he– He appears to have a monster between his legs. It is bigger than any man should be.”
Alice blinked once, silent. She did not expect that, and she was not sure what to do with this information.
Kathie was right in one sense: Alice had never had anything or anyone inside of her. That privilege was to be saved for the man she married. She had never even slid a finger inside herself, choosing instead to rub her clit if she needed satisfaction.
So if Kathie were correct, she would never be able to fit Arthur’s long length, Alice knew. And she would fail at her one duty.
She heard herself speak before she knew what she was saying: “Quick, take me to see it.”
—
Kathie tied Alice’s recognizable hair back under a rag, and they snuck off through the servant passages.
“I did not mean to see him, I swear,” Kathie mumbled. She was obviously upset, worried that her confession would anger Alice. “I was passing by on my way to bed, and one of his own servants had left the door open a crack.”
“It’s okay, Kathie. Thank you for coming to me.”
They entered the main hallways and made a left.
“Here it is,” Kathie whispered.
The door was still cracked open, and Alice crept toward it.
Arthur was inside, though facing away from the door. Alice saw the firmness of his rear cheeks. He’s still undressed, she thought. Good.
Then he turned, and she stifled a gasp. Kathie had been right.
Soft, Arthur’s length dangled more than halfway to his knee, and it appeared to be approximately as thick as her arm. She didn’t dare imagine it hard.
Before she could get distracted or — worse — caught, she turned and gestured Kathie to follow. They quickly made their way back to Alice’s quarters.
“Do you– Do you see why I had to come?” Kathie asked quietly.
Alice could only nod.
“I don’t know what I’m going to do.”
—
Alice fretted all throughout the night, but she had a plan by morning: she would discuss this with her most trusted advisor, Antony.
Antony was a man of nearly fifty who had served as a long-time aide to Alice’s father, the king. Now he served as Alice’s most trusted confidante and source of royal guidance. He would know what to do.
She approached him early the next morning but found the words hard to produce.
He looked at her from across the desk with kind eyes. “Princess, you know you can tell me anything. It is my job to assist you in every matter.”
So she did. It came out in a rush of words: her newfound knowledge about Arthur’s size, her duty as a daughter, her fear that she would split open if she attempted to allow Arthur’s cock to enter her.
Antony watched, stoic. The marker of a true royal aide, after all, was always being able to remain calm. But inside, he was growing increasingly alarmed. This was not a problem he thought he would ever have to deal with.
While his promise had been honest, this was not a possibility he saw in the “every matter” he would be able to help with.
But Alice — who he had known since she was a mere child, loved almost as his own — looked so upset that he put aside his own feelings. He had only one idea.
“I have a solution,” Antony offered. “You will not like it, but please let me explain.”
She looked at him warily: what could be worse than her current predicament?
He took a deep breath. Then: “I believe you must practice until you can take his size.”
“Practice? With what?”
Here was the moment of Antony’s choice. He knew he could have offered any number of more artificial solutions. There were creations meant to fulfill this purpose for a woman.
Then he traced the path of Alice’s downcast gaze and found himself focused on her breasts. She had not been fitted for a new dress for the season, and the fabric was a touch too tight. He could see their swell, how they pressed up against each other.
Her own words about her duty crossed his mind. He pictured her chest swelling with milk, alongside her swelling stomach.
His cock stirred, hardening uncomfortably in his trousers. So he decided. Antony did not offer the more practical solution, but instead he did something he feared might send Alice running forever. In the chance it did not, however, it would lead to quite nice things for him.
He said: “With other men.”
Alice looked up sharply. She could not do that! She was saving herself, a fact Antony very well knew.
“I could not possibly–”
“Your highness, you said you would let me explain. There is no way to understand what Arthur will feel like unless you experience it, yes?”
She nodded slowly.
“You are currently untouched. I will start you with a small man, one who fit comfortably in you now, and then I will find a man who satisfies you progressively more, and then there will be one more man close to Arthur’s size. When it is time for you to lay with Arthur and produce an heir, you will be fully confident that you will be able to do that for him.”
Alice sat in silence for a long moment. Antony began to fear. The king would have his head if he ever heard of this plan.
Finally, Alice nodded again. “If you think that is best, then I… suppose it is what I must do.”
Antony sighed. “Thank you, your highness. I’ll get started right away. I know you do not have a lot of time.”
As Alice turned to leave, she stopped. “Where will you find these men, Antony?”
“I believe the first will be a servant, as I have seen him in the dressing rooms. Then I may find a citizen of our town that will be proud to serve the crown.”
“And the final man?”
“I believe it is best if it were me, princess.”
She turned further, fully facing her advisor once again. He had stood when she did, as all aides did for royals, and her gaze fell to his crotch. His pants were straining now, and she could make out the entire definition of his cock. Before the previous night, it would have been the largest she could imagine by far.
Alice was surprised — almost as surprised as she had been at Kathie’s intrusion the previous night.
She had not been sure of this plan when he proposed it, but she trusted her advisor deeply. She would accept anything he said.
“Thank you for the help, Antony” was all she said as she left.
—
Alice did not see Antony again before the servant boy appeared one night. She was not expecting anyone when there was a soft knock at the door, so she opened it cautiously.
She vaguely recognized the boy before her. He was one of her brother’s servants, chosen because of the mere days between their birthdays; Prince Jordan had thought it was fun to grow up with such a close friend and had even insisted that this boy be included in a shared 18th birthday celebration.
His name, however, escaped her. She let her gaze trail him as he stood awkwardly. He was scrawny and small, just barely taller than her own height.
“Your highness,” he started. “Uh, hi. I’m Samuel.”
That’s right, Alice thought.
“Yes, hello.”
“Sir Antony sent me, miss. I… I do not wish to intrude, but…”
So this was to be the moment. Alice was not sure what to expect, and a frantic rush of emotion filled her.
Oddly, the primary feeling was one of peace. That was entirely unexpected: she had waited for this moment for so long. She had planned for it to happen in a very specific way, but here she was, with a tiny servant boy having been summoned to stick his cock into her. For practice.